I shot Len a look over my shoulder, frowning. What he had described was so completely what we wanted, it was eerie.
“And you’re OK with that?”
Why the hell was I asking that? He was here for us, but he just snorted in return, looking the two of us over.
“You two are straight fucking fire, and if all you wanted was my pheromones in the room, leaving me to stroke my cock as you played, I’d be more than fine with that. This shit works both ways. Your scent, your slick…” He rubbed his fingers between my legs, making me arch up into it, then smeared the copious wetness all over his cock. “It makes things fucking intense. Everything’s more sensitive. But getting to knot a beautiful omega like you?”
I’d turned around, staring into Tris’ eyes as Len moved his body against mine, his hands going to my waist, just rubbing his cock against my cunt, letting me feel that huge bulbous head before he pierced me with it.
“Someone taking my knot? Been wanting that for some time, though I’m half scared of what it’ll do to me.”
“You’ve never done this before?” Tris asked, but as he went up onto his elbows, he didn’t look horrified. Instead, his gaze sharpened, as if he were seeing Len for the first time.
“No omegas in the circles I mix in.” His hand moved restively on my hip. “So if you’ve changed your mind, let me know.” As if to counter his words, his cock sank in slightly, making my mouth fall open. “You can say no. Of course, you can say no at any time, but…”
Alphas didn’t whine, but for a moment, it sounded a bit like that. A raw edge, a corrosive, intense thing, that expressed all he wanted and needed to say.
“Don’t make me fight this that fucking hard, not unless I have to. Tell me now and I’ll jerk off into my shirt, leave it here for you to ride the pheromones.”
“Yeah?”
Tristan studied the alpha, his eyes narrowing like he’d seen some kind of mythical creature or something, because it appeared Len was. He didn’t seem to need to throw his bullshit around, was almost fucking beta-like in his manner, and wasn’t that a trip? An omega with alpha tendencies under me, and an alpha with beta tendencies above me. And then there was me—I just needed.
Something Tris saw all too clearly. He smiled up at me, that beautiful, almost peaceful smile he got after a while, once he’d placed his stamp on things.
“Nah, give my girl what she needs. Give her my knot. That’s what you want, isn’t it, baby? You need it?”
Tris called this my omega space, where I dropped down, down, away from Kit, from being a daughter, a sister, a Greyson, everything. Even Tris. Our history disappeared, our bodies, until there was only this. I felt the rasp of the calluses on his palm rubbing along my spine, my body following its lead, shifting to prolong the contact. When I let go of all the extraneous things, what I truly was could come to the fore.
Back in the day, a young omega would be paired off with an alpha prett
y quickly, because our nature seemed to require a firm hand, a sureness of touch, that helped centre us in the midst of a dizzying flood of sensation and instincts. It had meant we were afforded little opportunity to exist as people and even fewer resulting rights, so part of the civil rights movement of the sixties was the push to afford us more and more autonomy, which many assumed was pointless.
But it wasn’t. I wanted, needed to surrender to someone. I needed to feel like I was being held during that by strong hands, hands that would keep me safe, take away the dizzying array of choices, and narrow shit down to the few they knew I needed, something they’d learned from knowing, loving, being with me. So when Tris put the option to me and just one choice, I nodded, my eyes falling shut, the two men fusing now and becoming exactly what was required. Tris knew every fucking part of me, saw it, celebrated it, and would rampage through any room to get to me. And Len? He didn’t know me, but there was a perceptiveness that I truly appreciated.
But I had to choose this. It couldn’t be forced upon me, and very few people in my life allowed me that.
When I heard the ragged rasps of their breath, I took it as my due, a primitive song of love and need that answered the one in me.
“Yes…” I said to them, to my own surging desire. “Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I love it when you say it like that,” he said, and it didn’t matter who. “No pretty princess right now, just my girl. You’re so fucking beautiful when you surrender, and you’re going to do so well.” A slight shuffle. “Knot her, but go slowly. You are bloody big—bigger than she’s ever taken. She’ll fight you, that’s what she does, but no one is worth it more than my Kit. But don’t you fucking hurt her.”
“Never. I get it, mate. Seriously, I do. Now deep breaths, omega, breathe me in. Breathe in my scent and my pheromones, and this will all go so much easier.”
I felt the immensity of his girth almost as soon as he bumped closer, the stretch starting to burn, but in a way that I pressed into. My cunt gushed slick as my hips pushed backwards, my body opening for him.
“So big…” I hissed.
“I know, love,” he said. “I need to be, because there’s no part of you I’m not going to own. I need to break you open, out of that fucking cage they’ve got you in, so you can step free with me.”
A strangled moan escaped my lips as I felt everything he said. My heart ached like my cunt did, in a way that had me screaming for more, and more there was. A heavy, punching feeling, deep inside me pushed inexorably deeper, until finally, there I was.
I felt the solid lump of his knot as I pulled forward, then thrust backwards, my body, his scent, my slick, his cock, his breaths, his hands, all moulded into one thing—us. We moved now, with a slow rocking gait, our head thrown back, panting out our pleasure as we reached for the other, indulging in messy, messy kisses full of teeth and tongue. As we were being fucked, we were carried along by the alpha’s increasingly brutal pace. To the room, to the sky, to the moon above, we cried out our pleasure and the sheer fucking shock of feeling our body transform, because we sucked in mouthfuls of his musky, woody scent and that made the magic happen.
It was only alphas and omegas that could enjoy the curious pleasures of knotting, because something incredible happened when our scents mixed. His knot formed harder, more persistent, and the alphas I’d spoken to said the need to feel something clasped tight around it became unbearable. And omegas? Relaxin—hormones that pregnant women abounded in—rushed in, along with oxytocin, making our heads muzzy and our ligaments lax. I was near breathless as I felt his knot start to press in, initially just a hard lump grinding against my clit, and then? He sank in, a low ragged groan escaping his lips as he leant forward. I was in omega heaven, covered by the heavy weight of my alpha, my omega below me.
“Tris… Oh, Tris…”