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Dario peels his boxers off and spreads my thighs with his hands. “I can’t forget how you taste. It’s on a loop in my brain at all times. I want to lick, suck, and fuck you, in whatever order you’ll have me. Fuck, I want to drown in you.”
I whine, hips thrusting off the bed. “Fuck,” I say decisively. “Fuck first. Then licks.”
He laughs, grabbing my hips firmly and pulling them against him, grinding his knot into my clit. I’m panting at this point, nearly drooling at the thought of fucking him, having him fill me up, taking me until we pass out in a sweaty, satiated heap.
I’m about to beg, to command him to fuck me when he slams into me in one smooth movement, and I scream. Wherever the other guys are, they’re certainly awake now.
“Do it again,” he barks, pulling all the way out before forcing his way in again.
Dario is a rough fuck. It’s a surprise, honestly, from my goofy mate, but not an unwelcome one. He wraps a hand around the back of my neck, pulling me up to greedily takemy mouth, fucking me with his tongue in the same brutal way he’s taking me.
The angle has his knot grinding into my clit, and I can feel my extremities going numb with pleasure at the sensation. Right when I’m about to come, he pulls around and roughly flips me onto my stomach.
He pulls my hips up, leaving me no choice but to prop myself up on my knees and present my ass and cunt to him. He bends down and drags his nose through my slit, inhaling me, before greedily devouring me from behind. I’m close to collapsing, nearly falling flat from my impending orgasm, when he pulls away again, stealing the pleasure from me.
“Dario!” I whine, unable to stop myself. “Please, please, don’t tease.”
“Not tease,” he grunts, positioning his cock at my entrance again. “Making sure you’re well and truly warmed up for me.”
When an Omega is in heat, there’s no need for lube, no need for stretching. My body is primed, ready, and willing to take whatever my Alphas give me.
But I can’t say that because he’s rutting into me from behind, a symphony of groans and grunts spilling from his lips that would have me puffing up with pride if my pleasure didn’t blind me.
“Get ready,” he says roughly, before not giving me any time to do so and slamming his knot into me.
The stretch is so fucking good that I wail, and finally my orgasm washes over me and leaves me a shaking, panting mess with his grip on my hips the only thing that holds me up. When I feel his body still and hear his shout as he reaches completion, I scream again, but this time, it’s because of the surprising pain of his knot stretching me.
I think back to one of the first conversations I had withDario, where he teased Jude that he broke a toy with his knot, and I’m realizing now I should’ve believed him.
We collapse, spooning on the nest, as he pants in my ear.
I have no fucking words for my Alpha. None. I am so full of him that I cannot form sentences. He must feel my shock through the bond because he chuckles and pets my hair.
As I’m drifting off to sleep, his lips tickle my ear as he whispers, “I’m so glad you found us. I love you, Dr. Alex Shields.”
I’m too blissed out, too lost to the haze of heat, to respond, so I push my feelings down the bond, knowing he’ll understand exactly what I want to say.
Chapter 40
Heat log:day three.
My knot feels like it is going to shrivel up and fall off.
Alex is insatiable. If she’s not sleeping, she’s climbing onto one of us, taking what she needs, begging for attention. We trade off on who will take care of her while the rest of us make meals and rest, but it’s getting close to not being enough to satisfy her.
Dexter stumbles out of the nest, hair all over the place, face pink, and eyes bloodshot. She’s been particularly needy with him, and I wonder if it’s because she can feel how he craves the reassurance through the bond. I don’t know if we’re all supposed to feel each other, but we do. It’s like echoes, someone shouting down a hallway, and we’re picking up on most of it, but it’s not super clear.
I can feel that he still worries that he’s not enough for her.
“You look like you could use some water,” I tell him, grabbing a bottle out of the fridge. “Gotta hydrate.”
He takes it from me and twists the cap off, draining itin one go. “This is more exhausting than I could’ve imagined. Worse than if we had to perform for days straight.”
“I’m going to need an ice bath when all is said and done,” I chuckle.
“So,” he drags out the word. “You and Jude.”
“Me and Jude.”
