by Jayce Carter
A heat would last hours, and with the other two nearby, there’d be no shortage of satisfaction for her. After it was over, she’d worry about what it meant, about the risks.
Instead, she shoved her hands against the wall and pushed back, taking him deeper.
He moved his hand from her neck to her hair, wrapping it in a tight grip. He yanked back to steal a half-hearted kiss as he fucked her, the power in his body displayed as he subdued her.
A louder, more possessive growl passed his lips, swallowed by her before the base of his length swelled inside her. The new pressure forced a cry from her, the way the nearly fist-sized knot rubbed against the nerves locked deep inside her that could be satisfied by nothing else. He ground against her instead of pulling out, his knot growing and stretching and forcing her body to adapt to the new width. Finally, his knot locked behind her pelvic bone and the tugging sensation of being trapped, the instinctual need it fulfilled in her made her toss her head back against the wall. Pleasure rushed through her, stealing every thought from her mind and her breath from her lungs as she came.
She didn’t have a chance to fight against it, and hell, she didn’t want to. Biology was a bitch and it took her over the edge. Her pussy squeezed down, pulsing around him, milking his knot. His cock jerked inside her, his pelvis grinding against her since he couldn’t withdraw or move more than the tiniest shift.
He came, filling her with what she’d needed so badly. His cum worked like a balm, easing the ache in her body, the tension. It signaled nature that she’d given in, that she’d surrender not only to him but to her own raging instinct. Not that it would last, not until the heat ended.
With each spurt of cum he forced into her pussy, her fight dissipated. He wrapped his arm around her, clutching her to him, taking her weight. “Good omega,” he whispered, and fuck if the praise didn’t go straight to her core, making her tighten around him yet again.
Chapter Two
Bryce moved backward, locked inside her, before collapsing onto the couch. Each tug of his solid knot on her overworked body had her whining softly, the sense of being trapped creeping into her.
At least, it did until another set of strong hands stroked her sides, then slid behind her to unlatch her bra. Green eyes and a too-charming smile met her as he pulled the bra from her. “Hey there, beautiful.”
Claire frowned, but said nothing before he leaned in and took her lips in a kiss.
He didn’t kiss her like Bryce, not as if owning her. No, he coaxed, he played, he teased her bottom lip until she parted and let him in. He cupped her full breasts and his thumbs brushed her nipples. The touch set off another aftershock, causing her to tighten around Bryce’s knot again.
Bryce groaned, hands on her hips. “Damn it, Joshua, wait your turn.”
“I’ve never been good at waiting,” the alpha, Joshua it seemed, all but purred when he broke the kiss. He leaned down and captured a nipple between his lips, swirling his hot tongue around it.
Her hips squirmed, that need which had only just reduced rising again. How could she feel that need again? How could he make her want him so fast?
His other hand continued with her nipple, first brushing it with his thumb, then closing his fingers around the peaked tip with a tight pinch.
She arched into the touch, into his callused palm and against his full lips.
The touch of his fingers against her swollen clit had her gasping, though, even stretched as she was around Bryce’s rigid cock. It seemed wrong for an alpha to touch her while she was still knotted by another, and part of her expected a fight.
Instead, Bryce groaned when she pulsed tightly around him as Joshua leaned back, lips pulled into a wider grin.
“Oh, little omega, you’re going to be so much fun.” The words, sweet as they seemed, sent a shiver through Claire.
Joshua might prove more difficult than Bryce to control herself around.
The next ten minutes passed in a haze as Joshua tormented her needy body. He traced her pussy, spread wide and trapped on Bryce’s thick knot, and each time she started to come down from her high, he ground his thumb against her hardened clit again. No matter how she squirmed, how she whimpered at the sensations forced on her, she could do nothing but feel. As Bryce’s knot shrank, the delicious pressure deep inside her lessened. A hard stroke of Joshua’s thumb against her clit had her cunt tightening down enough to force Bryce’s knot free.
An unhappy whine signaled her feelings at the loss, Joshua’s agile fingers and his attentive lips having stoked that need to a blaze.
He chuckled as he pulled her up, then into his lap on the same couch, and for the first time, she realized he’d stripped down. His cock, already hard and eager, had her reaching for him. She wanted to press her nose to his groin and down in him.
He wrapped his hands around her wrists to keep her from her goal. He had her sit on his upper thighs, so his erection rested between them, close enough that when she shifted her hips, her drenched pussy dragged against it. It teased her, toyed with her, made her want to snarl out demands.
He trapped her wrists behind her back with a single hand and shoved his other between her spread thighs to rub her hardened clit.
Claire’s mind blanked. The touch of his fingers, a touch that spoke of clear experience, only served to heighten her desire. She wanted him. Bryce had taken, demanded, and she’d pretended it hadn’t been her choice. He’d made it easy, but Joshua didn’t seem the sort to give her such deniability.
Instead, he pinned her with those green eyes, hard and excited. “Do you need me, omega?”
She closed her eyes to hide from his gaze, from his question, from the answer they both knew.
He closed his fingers around her clit in a hard pinch. “Don’t hide, sweetheart. What you need is right here, but I won’t force you. You’ll have to rise up and slide my cock into your soaked cunt.”
She wouldn’t. Damn him, she wouldn’t do it. She wouldn’t—
“You don’t think you will?” He spoke as if he’d pulled the words from her mind, or hell, maybe she’d said them out loud. His smirk said what he thought of her resolve. “You will. You see, I don’t mind you coming, and I’ll have you coming over and over, but we both know that won’t be enough. No, not for an omega. What you need is my knot, and that I won’t give you. That, you’ll have to take when you’re tired of trying to fight me. Then? Then you’ll ride me right here until I knot you and your pretty little cunt milks me dry, taking exactly what you need.” He dipped his head to stroke his tongue against her nipple, then blew cool air over it. “And I think we both know you’ll give in first, don’t we?”
His filthy words did what he’d claimed they would. She struggled against his hold as she came, an empty joke of an orgasm. Her body tightened around nothing, desperate and empty and only serving to drive her need higher. A broken cry left her lips as he didn’t slow his touch, as he tormented her clit with sure motions.
Worse? He moved his hand, and his thick shaft would brush her body like a taunt. Her ability to be satisfied, to feed the lust inside her sat so close, she could grasp it. That was his game, though, wasn’t it? Where Bryce wanted to take, Joshua wanted her to take, wanted her to have to.
Even as she told herself she wouldn’t, his fingers didn’t stop, and the crest of another orgasm drifted toward her.
“Stubborn omega,” he purred, though excitement colored the words.
The bastard was enjoying her struggle.
The next orgasm grew until she couldn’t ignore it, couldn’t deny it anymore. It crashed over her, causing her to arch farther, to try to escape his fingers and be filled with something. Even the thick cum that still sat in her, that dripped onto Joshua’s legs didn’t sate her nature, didn’t sate her omega side that needed more, that demanded more.
Joshua leaned in, lips against her ear, voice sweet and drawing. “Come on, sweetheart. I know how much you want it, how badly you must feel. It’s right here, just take it.”<
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Claire closed her eyes before she gave up the fight. Pride was nothing against instinct. She rose, aided by Joshua sliding his hand from her clit to her waist. He released her wrists, allowing her to reach forward, between them, and grasp his hard-on.
It was the first cock she’d touched since—
She shoved the thought away. What did that matter? That had been a long time ago, and she’d been a different person. In the middle of her heat, that old life didn’t matter.
His heated length brushed her cunt, and she rubbed it along her slit once before settling it against her.
A deep breath when she gave herself over to her need, and she lowered, spearing herself on his thickness. His dick opened her, the burn not quite as deep as with Bryce, but she’d already been spread wide by one alpha, hadn’t she?
“Good girl,” he whispered to her, and the praise did exactly what it had before, tearing away her nerves and forcing her to settle into the sensation.
That was the thing about heat—it took away those concerns. Even when they reared up, when they clawed at her ankles and threatened to pull her under, it wouldn’t let them. It took away the worries, the fears and the shame in a way nothing else could.
So when she sank all the way down, when her thighs stretched wide and her body met his, when he had driven as deep as he could, she released a heavy breath at the relief.
He moved a hand to the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. His talented lips teased her, stroked hers, and when she parted? His tongue did the same. He tasted of alpha, of everything she’d woken up drenched for over the years.
Claire lost herself in his intoxicating taste, in his strength. The rest of the room went away as she rose and sank back down. She wrapped her hands around his shoulders, her nails biting into him as she did what he said, as she took.
His hips lifted in shallow thrusts, as though he couldn’t not fuck her, as if it went against his nature. It gave extra power to the thrusts, made him sink deeper, reach farther into her.
“I’m going to give you every drop of cum I have, sweetheart, then I’ll knot you so it stays put. When I do, I want you to moan my name. It can be quiet—no one else needs to hear it—but I want you to moan my name when you feel me giving you what you need.”
Claire wanted to argue, but when he drove his hips up to fuck into her deeper, she was lost. His cock thickened, and he locked his hard, wide knot inside her so each movement pulled his cock against her exhausted pussy.
“Joshua,” she whispered, the name like a plea for mercy on her lips.
It set him off, and with a snarl, he did exactly as he’d said. He curled his fingers against her as he came, as he filled her pussy with his warm cum. Just like before, it pulled yet another orgasm from her, stole her breath, and left her panting and shaken
When she could move again, she rested her forehead against his shoulder and draped her body over him, giving in to his strength.
Her eyes slid closed, exhaustion pulling at her even though she knew her heat wasn’t over yet.
Claire woke to something pressed to her mouth. When cold water touched her lips, she parted them and drank.
“Neither of you take good enough care of females.” The voice was new, not Bryce or Joshua. The third man? The one who had purred?
“You worry too much. Omegas are tougher than you think.”
Claire opened her eyes when he pulled the water away to find herself on the couch, stretched out, the last man perched beside her.
“You weren’t out long. Just dozed for about twenty minutes.” He set the cup aside, then ran his fingers through her hair. “How are you feeling?”
She used her tongue to wet her bottom lip as she decided. “Okay,” she said, her voice soft and unsure. She sat between two points, still drugged enough by her heat to not panic but clear-headed enough to know she should.
His lips spread into a smile, a kinder one than she’d seen prior. “Good.” He pulled a breath through his nose, slow and deep. After a moment, he shook his head. “You’re not finished yet, omega. Your heat isn’t quite over.” He set a hand to her lower stomach, his palm cool against her heated skin, then pressed to massage there.
The action had her gasping, her body sore and tired but unsated.
He stopped, sliding his hand to her hip and offering a purr. “It’s okay, love. Easy. I thought you’d be sore by now. My friends aren’t known for being gentle.”
As she woke more, as the touch of his fingers and his scent surrounded her, she found her heat rising again. It threatened to pull her beneath its waves again.
The man’s lips quirked, the smile nothing like Joshua’s. “Your pupils are dilating, and your breathing is speeding. You’re feeling it, aren’t you?”
Claire arched into the touch, her damp thighs rubbing against each other as the hormones that drove her heat increased, as they dragged her under the weight of nature.
The man leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers, the action surprisingly sweet given their position, given all that had happened. Sweat and cum covered her, but he nuzzled her as if they were lovers, as though she mattered, as if this entire thing wasn’t the clusterfuck it was. He tasted her, running his tongue along the seam where her lips pressed together. Even before she could part them, he pulled back.
“Doesn’t matter if she’s sore, Kaidan. You know damn well what she needs. Trying to keep it from her just because she’s sore is going to hurt her more in the long run,” said Bryce, who leaned against the wall, dark eyes intense enough to unnerve Claire.
Kaidan, the man with her, didn’t respond to Bryce. Instead, he looked at Claire as if he couldn’t pull his gaze free. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.” He scooted down the couch, placing his hands on her inner thighs to spread her legs wide. He traced along her skin, a sweet stroke that drew shivers. “You hurt now, but soon all those hormones will surge and you won’t be sore at all. You won’t feel anything but good. Do you trust me?”
Did she? Claire shook her head. She didn’t trust anyone, least of all alphas she didn’t know. Alphas couldn’t be trusted, no matter how sweet their smiles or words or how useful their dicks.
He paused, the smile sliding from his lips. He rubbed small circles on her knees with his thumbs. “I suppose that’s to be expected, given the circumstances. Just try, just for a while, to trust me.” His hands were large enough to dwarf her as he swept them from her knees to the juncture of her body and back again. He shifted down her body until his knees rested on the floor, his upper body braced over the couch. The position placed his face above her cunt. His breath blew over her, chilling her as he spoke. “Relax. You’ve earned it.”
Her thighs framed his features, the blue eyes, the light hair cut short, buzzed near his scalp. He didn’t have the boyish face of Joshua and lacked the hard edges of Bryce. Even so, something in his face, an honesty there, had her thighs falling open.
His smile returned and he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “There you go,” he said before lowering his lips to her folds.
The first swipe of his tongue had her hips lifting off the couch. He slipped his hands beneath her thighs and grasped her hips to keep her still before he dragged his tongue along her folds, dipping it into her.
He had to taste the cum from Bryce and Joshua, but a pleased grunt said he didn’t mind. He used his tongue to explore her folds, tasting and teasing each place he could find until he reached her clit. He ran his tongue around her clit, then used one hand to pull the hood back. He didn’t taste her half-heartedly, not like she’d heard about, not just as a chore. No, he ate her out with fervor, as though there was no place that he’d rather be than feasting between her thighs. His lips, his tongue, the soft tease of his teeth all blended together.
Claire closed her eyes. She focused on the stroke of his tongue, the gentle tugs when he latched his lips around her clit and sucked. Her hips moved, seeking more, so he took the hint and gave what she needed. He sucked harder,
the pressure driving her higher.
She opened her eyes to meet his gaze, to see those blue eyes staring up at her from between her legs, and that sight tossed her over the edge. She came, the feeling still empty without him inside her, but it wasn’t the game Joshua had played with her. It wasn’t just a ploy for something, a way to get what he wanted, a means to an end.
It felt safer.
Kaidan pressed his tongue to her slit again, scooping inside as she squeezed down, another aftershock tearing through her. He moved up her body, his form blanketing hers, then took her lips in a kiss.
He fed his agile tongue past her lips, and she tasted herself. Not just her, but also Bryce and Joshua. Her omega side basked in the gluttony of not one but two alphas’ cum.
She moaned around his tongue, sucking to take every drop he offered. Between the orgasm and the taste of cum, her body rebounded, demanding to be sated again.
Kaidan rested his weight on one knee, lined himself up, then sank his hard dick into her in a smooth motion. He slid into her with sure and steady thrusts, filling her without hesitation. Just as he’d promised, it didn’t hurt. She wasn’t sore, didn’t whimper, didn’t pull away.
He didn’t break the breathtaking kiss as he caught her thigh and pulled it up and around his hip. He fucked her with slow, leisurely thrusts. It helped ease the tightness in her stomach, helped her come down from the heat, from the need.
She wasn’t as desperate as she had been at first, not as mindless. She wound her arms around his shoulders and stroked the back of his neck at his hairline. The weight of his body pressed against hers, something she’d missed, something that had kept her up at night so many times in the past decade.
Claire lifted her hips to meet his thrusts, the first real joint sex she’d perhaps ever had. It was give and take. It was sweet and, for just a moment, she felt free. Not trapped, not worried, just happy.