Page 43 of Take All of Me

“I’m not adorable,” I grumble, but Brogan laughs, leaning over Maya’s shoulder and drags me into another kiss, his lips firm against mine. I melt into it, my hand cupping his neck, Maya stuck between us. She slowly relaxes until soft puffs of air blow against my chest, my knot still locked inside of her. It won’t stay long, an Alpha’s knot not made for a Beta but I’m happy to rest just like this.

Her skin is slick with sweat and cum, our scents crashing together as I look down at her soft features. “I was really scared I was gonna hurt her.”

“She’s stronger than any of us give her credit for. And the best part,” Brogan adds, his eyes meeting mine over her shoulder, “is that she’s all ours.”

Maya

The weekend’s glow lingers, remnants of Roman’s knot still running through my head. We got back late that night, tangled up in each other, only to find Dakota and Holt passed out. Dakota’s heat was much closer than I thought, the Omega’s scent thick enough that I caught it before ever opening his dorm room. Add in the fact that Holt was just as flushed, wiped out from Dakota’s needs, I knew that it would be a day or less before we’d be heading to the cabin Holt rented.

I barely survived Monday, wading through classes, notes, and a quiz which should be criminal before break. Roman’s been there every time class lets out, never far, caressing my arm in the hall, brushing my curls in the one class we share, and stealing kisses between lectures. I’ve smacked his hands away more thanonce, my cheeks flaming, because he’s always trying to start something we can’t finish in public.

Lunch with the team was a mistake, but the best kind. Dakota wouldn’t let me go, feeding me fries, his grin wicked as the team teased us—Riley mimicking Dakota’s cooing, Tanner tossing napkins, all of them laughing. I felt like I had found a family, no one judging the scar on my shoulder. I’m not sure why I ever thought they would but it’s nice to see that I’m accepted here, for who I am, forallthat I am.

However, minutes before practice is supposed to start, the dean called me to his office. It always feels like I’m entering the principal’s office, that something is going to be wrong even though I’ve never been in trouble with him. I blow out a deep breath and knock on the door, his cheery voice telling me to come inside.

I’m not sure what I’m expecting but it isn’t the smile on the dean’s face as he tells me that I won’t have to worry about Ethan any longer. “Ethan’s been removed permanently from the team after further investigation from that incident.” I’m about to say that the punishment is a little too harsh when the dean holds up a hand. “After a little bit of digging, we found out that his intent was to harm. He felt dismissed, not being a captain, and with you as coach, he couldn’t keep his mouth shut. Letting an abuser into the rink is absolutely not okay.”

“Wait, he knew that was my ex?”

The dean nods, sorrow flooding his expression. “Ethan was very aware of what he was doing. We’re not sure what he thought the outcome would be, but we can’t have someone like that on the team or at this school.”

At this school?I didn’t think it was that serious but that’s not my problem to fight. What is, is the fact that Holt isn’t here receiving this information with me. “Why aren’t you telling meand Holt this together? Did something else happen?” My pulse spikes, fear creeping in.

The dean laughs, a warm chuckle that slightly eases my worries. “No, but it seems your Omega went into heat a bit early, so Holt’s taking care of him. I’ve been instructed to send you with Brogan, who’s waiting for you.”

“What about practice?”

It’s now 6:05 pm, which means I’m late or at least I should have said something.

The dean smiles as he stands, gesturing to the door. “Maya, I love that you’re worrying about everyone else. Practice was canceled the moment Holt let me know what was going on. Now go! You have a pack that needs you.”

A pack that needs me.

Those aren’t words I ever thought I’d hear as I rush outside, Brogan leaning against a bench as he opens his arms to me. I rush into them, Brogan letting out a little oof as he presses a kiss to my forehead. “You ready for this, love?”

“No, not at all.” I’m terrified that I won’t be enough or maybe too much, that I won’t be the piece that they need. Some part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop, for them to tell me that it wasn’t really me that they wanted. But I shove all those thoughts away, swapping my worries out for a grin as I repeat the words the dean said to me. “We’ve got a pack that needs us, Brogan. Let’s go.”

Dakota

I feel like I’m on fucking fire, slick and cum soaking my pants, the fabric clinging to my thighs. My heat hit hard and fast, a fucking tidal wave I didn’t see coming twenty minutes before practice was supposed to start and now I’m in the backseat of Holt’s car, shirt torn off, desperate for a knot. Roman’s beside me, but it’s not enough to ease the curling, gnawing pain in my stomach, a clawing need that’s got me feral. All I can think about is getting stuffed. I don’t care, I just need something,anything, to fill the void that’s swallowing me whole.

My fingers fumble as I claw at Roman’s pants, ripping at the zipper, my nails scraping denim as I whine for the taste of his cock on my tongue. Words are difficult but I still manage to ask for Maya, just her name as I continue to tug at the zipper that’s keeping me from my prize.

“She’s on her way,” Holt offers, his voice softer than it usually is.

I have no fucking clue why he’s so far away or why Roman isn’t helping me, another whine tearing from my throat as a cramp curls in my stomach, more slick coating my briefs. Not soon enough, I get the zipper free and I dig out Roman’s cock, the knot already swelling at the base. Roman threads his fingers through my hair, his voice rough. “I got you, babe. Take what you need.”

I’m already on him, swallowing his cock whole, my lips stretching around his thickness, throat relaxing as I bob my head, fast and sloppy. My tongue swirls the head, tasting the mixture of salt and citrus, a taste uniquely Roman. His cock twitches in my mouth as he fights to keep from thrusting up into my throat, something I’m grateful of. Or maybe I’m not. Maybe Idowant to choke on him, anything to fill that aching feeling in my ass.

Roman doesn’t last long, guiding my movements as he spills down my throat, his groan vibrating through me. I swallow, greedy for his taste, but it’s not enough, not exactly what I need.

“Fuck this,” I moan as I pull back, reach down to grab my cock through my pants. “I need a knot. How far are we?” My eyes dart around, the car’s windows fogged, the world outside nothing I recognize. Twenty minutes of torture has me disoriented and confused, rationale thought slowly failing me.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Holt’s voice cuts through my haze as the car lurches onto gravel.

I’m seconds away from shedding my pants and propping myself up on the back seat for Roman to fuck me but there’s not enough room and that would only serve to frustrate me more. We’ve both studied all the little pamphlets about our designation, the changes, and everything but nothing prepared me for this undying need not being satedimmediately.

Leaning my head back, I try to focus on anything other than my slicked up hole but that just makes me harder, my hand frantically trying to find my release as I unload in my pants. “Fucking hell. Jesus Christ,” I mumble, terror flooding my chest at the thought that maybe this feeling won’t ever fall away. The door slides open, Roman tugging me out of the back seat, mumbling something about ‘we’re here’ but all I can answer is ‘knot’ like a drug-fueled Omega in need of relief.

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