“Yesss…” I hissed, that sharp sensation seeming good and right. I needed it there and other places on my skin. “More.”
“She’s liking that. Let me tease her other nipple.”
And with that, the one with the hair like banked flames moved to come closer, until the big one snarled.
Oh yes, I liked that.
I smiled, my face feeling stiff when I did so, that thunderous sound from the big one’s chest reverberating through every cell, leaving only pleasure in its wake. Slick seeped from me, frantically lubricating me in preparation for what was to come. I pressed my breast as far as I could into his hand, letting him know how much I liked that. But the reddish haired one moved closer, slowly, but still closer. I watched the big one’s face turn into a beast’s, caught the flash of his fangs in the low light, drawing a moan from me. I’d feel them, biting deep inside me as he—
“We’re in this together, big guy. You and me forever, remember? And now with an omega. We dreamed of this, all those nights lying in each other’s arms, talking about this. It’s me, Brendan.”
The big one stalled, the sharp pinch of his fingers frozen tight around my nipple, making me squirm. I needed more, less, I couldn’t work out what, but the need to know burned deep inside me.
“It’s me, alpha.” He crouched down, came as close as he dared, something that had me twitching. Four hands rather than two? Mmm… I liked that, but I wasn’t his focus. Those strange eyes were entirely focussed on my alpha.
Mine.
I growled something to that effect, the other man shooting me a sidelong look, then did something that stilled me, winking. While my mind tried to decode that, he moved closer and closer until his breath fanned over the big one’s face, until they could taste each other. I coiled tight, straining against my alpha’s grip, needing to get nearer, to examine what was going on, every instinct on high alert.
Because they stared at each other with that rabid hunger, not me. It was their lips that brushed against the others, so, so slowly, when my alpha hadn’t taken mine at all. The hiss of their breath, the slip of their tongues, the parting of their lips… I was thrown onto the horns of a dilemma. Watching them kiss with every fibre of their being made a primal part of me thrash against the big one’s grip, wanting to scratch at the reddish one for taking my alpha’s attention away, and yet?
My cunt gushed as I watched every second of their kiss, imagining both their lips on me, doing exactly the same thing. As if prompted by that, their collective gaze swivelled around to focus on me.
Yes, that. I whined, seeing all that banked hunger, fearful of what that would mean, and craving it anyway. I needed them. Them.
“Alphas…”
The same whine, just slightly adjusted, was exactly the right thing to say. Their teeth glittered in the low light, hungry, and then they launched themselves at me.
I was no longer held down as I was covered by the two of them now, the collective weight of their bodies better than the room and my nest combined. My skin craved them, their raking caresses, their hard, sucking mouths, their clever fingers, and my hands dove in their hair as together, they obliterated me.
I was nothing but nerve endings, plucked to their tune, played expertly, until this.
Mouths popped off my nipples, fingers loosened, teeth raked my skin before pulling away, and then they sat back, my beautiful alphas, both naked now, hard and waiting for me. I rolled up, lunging for their knots, knowing instinctively what they wanted, but my hands were batted away.
“You need to be knotted, omega,” the reddish one said. It could have been mocking, but there was something sweet and understanding there. He knew what my instincts screamed for and was going to give it to me.
“Yes, yes…” I kept chanting over and over.
“I need to taste her slick,” the big one grumbled.
“You will. You’ll tip over into rut,” the other said. “You can lick the slick off her when someone else is buried deep in her. Everyone will get what they need.”
“Rut? Only if I knot her…”
Everyone’s eyes were on the big one, the reddish one sliding his hand up and down the man’s massive cock, but I knew now that was to prepare him for me.
“Yes, alpha,” he said.
“Yes, alpha,” I agreed, moving to roll up, to take what was indubitably mine. My hand reached for him, but his intercepted it, pulling me up until I was straddling him.
“We should’ve talked about this,” he told me, but even he realised that wasn’t going to happen. Now I felt myself sheltered by that huge body, now I was so damn close to where I needed to be, where he needed me to be. I watched his face, seeing the moment those bright blue eyes shifted from thinking and questioning to this. His instincts kicked in, his arms locking around me, his lips slamming down on mine as he reached between us, sliding his finger over my clit until all I could do was gasp. Then his fingers slid lower, wedging inside me, too many, too fast, and yet all I could do was groan in anticipation.
“Alpha…alpha…”
“Soon.”
“Alpha!”