Page 45 of Take All of Me

“So, what now?”

Holt stands, stretching his arms over his head. “Dinner. I’m gonna see if I can get the big oaf to eat something before his heat starts.” He heads toward the bedroom, yelling, “Hey, Kota bug!” A loud whine echoes back, high and needy, and we all laugh, the sound easing the tension.

The scent of mac and cheese coats every inch of the kitchen, giving me some relief from the ache between my legs. I didn’t think I was going to fall into this needy pit of wanting something to fill me and while I’m not opposed to the situation, it’s starting to become frustrating.

We’re scarfing down bowls, rarely any words being shared between bites but my eyes are glued to Dakota, his skin flushed, a big, sleepy smile curling his lips as Holt feeds him, a spoonful at a time. Dakota’s gone nonverbal, his lavender scent so potent it’s got me squirming, my thighs pressed tight under the table. His pheromones are a live wire, putting us all on edge, and I’m trying not to wiggle or moan, but it’s so fucking hard, when he’s like this.

Holt’s eyes are nearly black, pupils blown, desire etched in the tight line of his jaw as he watches Dakota. Roman, beside me, is no better, his purr a low rattle that vibrates through me, making my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my bra. Brogan’s hand on my waist is torture, alternating between light caresses and rough pulses, his fingers digging in as if he’s fighting to contain himself. I’m caught between all of it, my body hummingwith need. I’m torn between hunger and desire, wondering when someone’s control is going to snap.

Then it happens—the scent of Dakota’s slick explodes in the air, a sweet, musky wave that hits like a drug, and I gasp, a needy sound slipping free, wetness soaking my panties. Holt pushes Dakota’s chair back and helps him up, guiding him toward the bedroom where the nest has been built. Roman’s right behind him, Dakota grumbling, a slurred “Five.”

It takes a second, but I get it—he wants all of us, all five in there together. However, I have no idea where I fit. Brogan and I linger at the bedroom door, the nest a chaos of blankets, pillows, stolen shirts, Dakota’s lavender saturating everything. He’s crawling toward us as he grabs at my leg, trying to drag us into the nest, the moment I’m low enough, his fingers undoing my bra so that he can stuff it into the edge of his nest.

Dakota glares at Brogan, a fierce, wordless demand, the Beta chuckling as he helps me out of my jeans and panties, until I’m naked, my need glistening on my thighs. I’m falling into his haze as Holt and Roman descend on him, stripping Dakota of his pants, Holt already sliding into him.

Our Omega finally calms, his eyes locked on me as I crawl over to get a better view. Brogan slots himself behind me, lining up as he slides his cock into my pussy, filling me with one smooth thrust. My head drops to the nest, a loud moan tearing from my throat.

Brogan fucks me hard, his thrusts relentless, his fingers digging into my waist, claiming me. I’m lost, my body rocking against him as pleasure spreads through my limbs, Brogan already filling me with his release. Roman’s there in the next second, pushing inside of me, replacing Brogan and I come instantly, my pussy clenching around his cock as a cry tears free, but Roman doesn’t stop, picking up a pace I can’t match

“Isn’t Dakota supposed to be the one in heat?” I gasp, half-laughing, half-moaning, my body scooting up the nest with each thrust, my hands fisting into a mess of blankets and pillows.

Roman growls, his purr little more than a snarl. “Don’t care. I want both his ass and this pussy.” He leans down, lips tracing my ear. “Hell, I might want this ass too.” Another needy sound slips free as he fucks me harder, his fingers digging into my ass.

I’m overwhelmed, scents drowning me, my head still buried in the nest, because it’s too much, too good, too raw. And when Roman thrusts that one last time, pushing his knot inside of me, all I can do is collapse, a smile spreading across my lips as Dakota’s whines sing me to sleep.

I wake up against Dakota’s chest, Roman slowly rocking behind him. The blissed out expression on our Omega’s face tells me that Roman’s knotting him, Dakota’s eyes half-lidded, his body sagging with relief. My stomach is covered in his release, the obscene amount telling me that he came more than once. Holt saddles up against my back and nips my shoulder, teasing me but also silently asking for permission. A soft moan slips from my lips as he lifts my thigh and slides into my pussy, stretching me until I’m full, a heavy sigh falling from my lips.

He rolls us until he’s on his back, me facing the ceiling, my body splayed across his, his cock buried deep inside of me as his purr rumbles against my spine. Brogan hovers above us, spent but gorgeous, a mess of scents clinging to his skin. “Morning, love,” he murmurs, leaning down to kiss me.

I feel Brogan’s cock rubbing between my thighs, nudging my pussy where Holt’s already inside, heat flooding my cheeks, desire warring with nerves. Brogan pulls back, his eyessearching my expression. “Want more?” he purrs, one of his hands moving up and down my sides before settling against my clit.

“I’ve never…” I start, voice shaky, my hands gripping Holt’s arms as they wrap around my stomach.

Brogan throws me a wicked grin. “You’ll feel so fucking full of us. So consumed.” His hand slides down further, a finger slipping into my pussy alongside Holt’s cock, stretching me further. I mewl, a high, needy sound, my body clenching around him.

Holt grunts, his purr deepening. “I’m gonna fucking explode inside her if you keep doing that,” he growls, tightening his arms around me.

Brogan’s grin widens. “That’s the point,” he says, adding another finger, then another, stretching me, preparing me, my body rocking with Holt’s slow thrusts. Then Brogan’s cock is there, the tip pressing against my pussy, nudging inside of me as I reach up to grab his arms, anchoring myself.

He moves slowly, his cock sliding against Holt’s stretching me impossibly full, impaling me between them. I let out a guttural groan, my pussy clenching around them.

“Jesus,” Holt rasps, his voice strained, “I can feel him against me.” His purr’s a growl now, his hands to hold onto my hips, a gasp tearing from me, my body trembling, overwhelmed by them.

“I’m so full,” I whimper, voice breaking, “someone needs to move.” My words are a plea as Brogan starts fucking into me, slow at first, then harder, his thrusts syncing with Holt’s, a rhythm that has me seeing stars, my moans desperate and needy. I’m stretched around them, their cocks rubbing against each other, against me, and I come, hard, a scream tearing free.

They explode inside me, Brogan first, then Holt, his cock pulsing, spilling, their seed mixing, spilling down my thighs.Brogan pulls out of me and flops to the side as Holt rolls us gently, his cock still inside of me, until we’re on our sides, facing Dakota. Holt’s breath is warm on my ear, teasing me with his words. “Want my knot, gorgeous?” he asks, my head bobbing up and down.

He pushes his knot inside, locking us together, and I sigh, full of my Alpha, his hand wrapping around my waist. Brogan settles by my legs, the soft kiss on my thigh bringing me back down from that orgasmic high.

Brogan

Two days of nonstop sex, every goddamn position imaginable, and I’m spent, my body aching, slick and cum coating me, the nest a chaos of blankets, shirts, and scents. I didn’t think Dakota would want me here, but I haven’t felt left out once, not when double-stuffing Maya with Holt became my new obsession, her pussy stretched tight around us, her moans shattering me.

But now, curled in my lap on a pile of pillows, I see it—the edge of exhaustion in Maya’s eyes, the strain of a Beta keeping up with a heat. I dragged her out once, forced her to sleep, her body limp against mine, and I’ve made damn sure she’s eaten, just like Roman and Holt have with Dakota. It’s been a whirlwind, pheromones and slick, fucking and loving, but I’m at the end of my rope and so is she.

Maya’s lips are soft against mine as we taste each other, her body pliant in my arms. My hands stroke her sides, avoiding the bruises from our frenzy. Tomorrow’s Thanksgiving, but it’s the farthest thing from my mind, not when Holt’s knotting Dakota again, the Omega’s cries echoing, “Bite me, please, bite me.”

He’s been begging for it, his lavender scent desperate, and Roman and Holt have held off, their control ironclad, but now, watching them fuck him, I know it’s happening today. They’re at the edge, their purrs snarling, their scents spiking, feral.

---