Page 23 of Puck Your Nanny

Calvin grips my hips tighter, his rhythm becoming deep and deliberate, each thrust drives heat into my core. I push back against him, matching his tempo, desperate for the friction, the fullness, the connection only he can provide.

Alpha.

A deep groan escapes his throat, matched by my own, as our bodies move together. My hips rock with his, driving him deeper, the knot presses deliciously against my Gspot.

A sudden creak breaks our rhythm, and my head snaps toward the door. Nate and Peter stand in the doorway, expressions shifting rapidly from shock to a heated intensity. My body responds, tightening around Calvin as he grips my hips harder.

A long growl leaves him.“Yes, squeeze me, Omega. Show me how much you want this cock. Join us,” he calls to them. “She needs us, and God, she's everything I've craved for years.”

I moan, his words turning me on more as my pulse races. My cheeks flush hot with a mix of embarrassment and overwhelming desire as I stare back at Nate and Peter.

Our alphas have come. Now we can become theirs.

The thought surfaces unbidden, and I shudder as realization dawns that I'm theirs and they're mine. The intensity of their gazes, filled with hunger and need, makes me push my hips higher. My cheeks burn, but my heart races with excitement, nerves, and anticipation.

Nate steps forward first, his eyes locked onto mine. "I don't fully understand what's going on, but we'll talk after we can think straight. All I need to know is that you want this. Right?"

I nod breathlessly. "Yes. I need you, all of you, Alphas." My gaze moves from Nate to Peter.

Peter remains silent, his posture stiff at first, but his eyes speak volumes, desire warring with hesitation. Nate stares at Peter, their silent exchange brief yet powerful, and finally Peter nods, stepping into the room and softly shutting the door behind him.

Calvin picks up his pace, harder now, each motion purposeful and deliberate, pushing me closer to coming again. I gasp, eyes fluttering closed, lost in sensation, until Nate approaches and kneels beside the bed. His warm hand cups my cheek, gently turning my face toward him. His thumb brushes against my lips, and I part them, tasting his skin and feeling the rough calluses on the pad.

Peter moves behind Nate, tension still radiating from him as Nate captures my mouth in a deep and possessive kiss, claiming me without words. His other hand tangles in my hair, holding me close.

My senses are overwhelmed by Nate's taste, Calvin's heat, and Peter's unwavering gaze, which seems to pierce through me. I surrender, embracing the sensation of belonging, the feeling of being desired, needed, and wanted.

I moan, my voice muffled against Nate’s mouth as Calvin’s pace intensifies. My body tightens with pleasure, a wave rising inside me and promising an earth-shattering orgasm. Nate deepens our kiss, our tongues swirling together, and this connection feels right, inevitable.

Calvin's breaths grow rougher as we crash into our orgasms together. My body clenches around him; his hips press flush against me as his knot swells until he can no longer pull out of me. The fullness is new and intense, sending pleasure vibrating through every nerve.

Something warm and deep vibrates rhythmically from within my chest. My eyes open, breaking the kiss with Nate, and the vibrations stop. "What was that?"

Nate’s lips curve into a knowing smile.

Peter sighs softly, adjusting his glasses. "You purred. It’s something only Omegas and Alphas do when they’re happy."

I've heard about that, but I didn't know it was a real thing. My attention shifts as both Nate and Peter undress. Nate, just like in my dreams, has broad shoulders and a muscular chest that tapers down into defined six-pack abs. A dark happy trail leads downward to his cock, medium-length but notably thicker than Calvin's, which is a bit intimidating.

Peter is pale with lean muscles. It looks like he used to be thicker, but now he maintains a lean build. A scar cuts along his right knee. Is that why he limps when he walks? He has thelongest cock, thick with a gentle upward curve. The sight of them sends a fresh wave of desire rushing through me.

I reach out, fingers wrapping around Peter’s hardened shaft, stroking slowly. His eyes darken, his jaw clenching as he moves closer, placing his right knee on the mattress so I can reach him better. Nate steps forward as well, kneeling on the bed. Without hesitation, I take Nate into my mouth, savoring his taste and the groan he releases. His hand tangles in my hair, the slight pull sending jolts of pleasure down to my clit.

Calvin stays connected with me, his hands tracing soothing patterns down my spine as his knot slowly deflates. After a few more minutes of alternating my hands and mouth on Nate and Peter, Calvin slips free. As soon as his knot leaves me, an ache and emptiness return, the longing to be filled consuming my mind once more. A quiet whimper travels up my throat.

Nate strokes my hair as I move to return to him after pulling my mouth off Peter, but he stops me. "No need to worry, Omega. We're here to help you. Turn onto your back."

I shift positions, facing him and Peter. Nate reaches for one of my pillows, easily pulling me closer to the edge of the bed by my calves and lifting my legs to place the pillow beneath my lower back.

His green eyes meet mine, gaze intense and possessive as he settles between my thighs. He leans forward, capturing my mouth in a hungry kiss as his hand positions his cock at my entrance. He pushes inside me, filling the emptiness once again.

My body arches, stretched by his girth, and he hasn't even gotten his knot fully inside yet. I grip his shoulders as his knot presses against my opening, focusing on my breathing.

"That's it, relax, Omega," he rumbles.

His words wash over me, and my body follows his command, relaxing and allowing him in.

He stills, letting me adjust before pulling almost completely out and thrusting back in hard. Unlike Calvin, Nate doesn't ease into it. His thrusts are powerful yet controlled, each stroke sending sparks radiating from my core. His eyes remain locked onto mine, a possessive gleam burning there. Pleasure builds rapidly again, and I wrap my legs around his waist, lifting my hips to meet his thrusts, making him groan.

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