Page 31 of Stalked By the Alphas
Zach watches intently from the edge of the nest, his hand wrapped around his thick cock as he strokes himself slowly. The air is thick with pheromones. Hazel’s heat scent mingling with our rut-induced musk.
I feel Hazel’s thighs tremble as her orgasm builds. Sliding three fingers inside her, I thrust deeply, sucking her clit between my lips, flicking it rapidly with my tongue. She arches her back off the nest with a cry of sheer longing.
“Do you want my knot, Hazel?”
“Please,” she whimpers, still lost in her delirium. “Knot.”
Rising to my knees, I push the mask back down and drag her closer to the head of my cock. With Carter and Zach watching intently, I drive into her with one swift thrust. I bury myself to the hilt inside her. We both groan at the sensation. She’s impossibly tight. Almost virginal. I shudder as my orgasm hits me instantly, and I shoot my load into her without any need for another thrust. I knot her hard and she gasps as she feels it stretch her to her limits. But then she relaxes again, purring as I give her exactly what she needs.
“Fucking hell,” I whisper. “Fuck, it’s better than I imagined.” I close my eyes behind the mask and soak up the sheer ecstasy of finally being inside Hazel after all these years. Her inner walls clench around my knot, milking every last drop from me. I stay buried deepinside her, my hips making small, involuntary thrusts as aftershocks of pleasure roll through me.
Hazel whimpers softly, her eyes still unfocused as she rides out her own orgasm. Her body trembles beneath me, sweat glistening on her flushed skin. She looks utterly debauched and completely unaware.
Her eyes open, and she gasps when she sees me looming over her, my knot buried deep inside her. “Go back to sleep, sweet omega,” I murmur. “Your dreams will take care of you.”
The noise of the vibrator still buzzing away must comfort her as she closes her eyes and drifts off into a restless sleep with my knot still easing her heat.
20
HAZEL
Lostin a haze of heat and delirium, I drift in and out of consciousness. My body burns, aching for relief that never fully comes. Fragmented images and sensations flicker through my mind. Cool hands on my fevered skin, the stretch of a knot filling me, masked figures looming over me. But it all blurs together from fevered dreams and hallucinations.
“Shh, omega. Let your dreams take care of you.”
The words echo in my mind as hands caress me, as a thick cock pushes into me. I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. It feels so real, so intense. But it can’t be real. It’s just another vivid heat dream.
I lose track of time completely. My world narrows to the ebb and flow of need, momentary relief followed by renewed desperation. Knots swell inside me, stretching me wide, only to disappear when I surface briefly from the haze. I dream of cool cloths wiping my skin, of water being pressed to my lips.
Another orgasm crashes through my body and I sob with relief, with frustration, with confusion.
Nothing makes sense anymore. My mind feels fractured, unable to distinguish reality from fevered imagination. The masked figures blur and shift, sometimes there, sometimes gone. Their touches alternate between soothing and demanding.
I whimper, overwhelmed by sensation, as another cock pushes into me. The stretch burns deliciously, my body eagerly accepting what it craves.
“Just a dream,” I mumble, my words slurred. “Not real.”
I sob as another orgasm washes over me, my body clenching around the knot buried deep inside. Relief, but never enough. Never lasting. The cycle of need and momentary satisfaction blurs together until I lose all sense of time passing.
A cool cloth runs between my legs, and then I don’t feel anything. I open my eyes, trying to focus, but it’s too difficult, too exhausting. The cramps have lessened now. I turn over, and my hand hits the vibrator. It’s still buzzing away, wet with my slick. With a groan, I turn it off, and the room falls into silence. Sitting up, clutching my head, I force myself to look around, but I’m alone. Nothing appears to be out of place.
“Fuck,” I mutter. These hallucinations are getting worse. Tears prick my eyes as I feel completely hopeless. I am lost in a sea of not knowing what is real and what isn’t.
I curl up tightly in my nest, wrapping the blanketsaround myself. My body aches all over, but the worst of the heat seems to have passed. For now, at least. I know from experience that it will surge again later.
Closing my eyes, I try to make sense of the fragments of memory floating through my mind. Masked figures. Multiple knots stretching me wide. Cool hands soothing my fevered skin. But it all feels hazy and dreamlike.
“It wasn’t real,” I whisper to myself. “Just hallucinations. Fever dreams.”
It felt so vivid, so intense. It makes me weep.
I force myself to sit up, wincing at the soreness between my legs from the vibrator.
Shakily, I stand and make my way to the bathroom on unsteady legs. In the mirror, my reflection looks pale and drawn, dark circles under my eyes. But there are no marks on my skin, no evidence of rough handling.
It was all in my head.
But as I turn away from the mirror, movement catches my eye. For just a split second, I could swear I see a white mask reflected behind me. I whirl around, heart pounding, but there’s nothing there. Sobbing, I shove my hands into my hair and clutch my head.What is happening to me?
