Page 32 of Stalked By the Alphas
I rock back and forth, trying to grasp onto something tangible, but I don’t even know what is and what isn’t. Where am I? Who am I? These questions slam through me, and I choke back the panic attack. I can’t do this right now. Not when I have my heat to deal with.
Stumbling back into my room, the scent in the air is sickly sweet and I can’t place where it’s coming from.
I stumble back to my nest, my legs shaking. The bathroom feels too exposed, too vulnerable. I need the safety and comfort of my blankets.
Pulling the worst of the wet blankets off that are soaked with my slick, I curl up in the nest, I try to make sense of what is happening. I squeeze my eyes shut, willing the images of the masked men away. But they linger, haunting me, taunting me.
“It’s not real,” I whisper to myself. “None of it was real.”
My stomach clenches, and I feel the heat fever dropping over me again rapidly. I groan and pull my legs up higher against the pain from the cramps. I should eat, should have something to drink, but I can’t force myself out of my nest.
I whimper as another wave of heat crashes over me. The cramping intensifies, my body demanding relief that I’m too exhausted to provide. I fumble for the vibrator, but my hands are shaking too badly to turn it on.
Through the haze of fever, I hear movement in the room. Footsteps approaching my nest.
“Shh, sweet omega. We’re here to take care of you.”
The voice is a whisper of words, nothing more. A cool hand strokes my forehead. I force my eyes open, trying to focus. A white mask hovers above me, featureless and eerie. I want to scream, to fight, but my body betrays me. A fresh gush of slick coats my thighs.
“Please,” I whimper, not sure if I’m begging for help or for them to leave my mind.
Hands gently reposition me, spreading my legs. I feel the blunt pressure of a cock at my entrance. The omega in me keens with need.
As the rock-hard length pushes inside me, stretching me deliciously, I surrender to the sensation. Real or not, my body craves this. Needs it.
I drift in and out of consciousness as the masked figure takes me, my body responding eagerly even as my mind struggles to process what’s happening. The stretch and fullness as he thrusts into me feels so real, so intense. But it can’t be real. It’s just another vivid hallucination.
The pleasure builds, spiralling higher until I shatter with a cry. As the aftershocks roll through me, I feel the cock inside me swell, stretching me impossibly wide. The knot locks us together as warmth floods my pussy.
I purr, overwhelmed by sensation. It feels so good, bringing blessed relief from the burning need. But confusion and fear war with the pleasure. This can’t be real. I’m alone. I have to be alone. I can’t have sex. I can’t have a cock inside me. It’s just the vibrator. I can hear it. I can feel it against my pussy. It’s just the vibrator.
Exhaustion pulls me under, and I let it.
21
CARTER
With a stifled low groan,I push into Hazel’s slick heat, savouring the tight grip of her pussy around my cock. She’s limp and pliant beneath me, lost in the throes of her heat. Her eyes are glazed and unfocused as she stares up at my masked face before they close again.
I thrust slowly at first, then pick up speed as her body eagerly accepts me. Noah and Zach watch intently from the edges of the nest, their cocks hard and ready. We’ve been taking turns with her for hours now, our ruts triggered by her heat pheromones.
Hazel whimpers and writhes beneath me, caught between pleasure and confusion as she tries to make sense of what’s happening. But she’s too far gone in her delirium to truly process it.
I want to praise her, but we can’t speak any more than to whisper reinforcements that this is just her dream.
Her back arches as she comes with a broken cry. The pulsing of her pussy triggers my release, and I bite my lips hard, tasting blood as I dump my load into her. My knot swells, locking us together. I pump her full of my cum, wickedly hoping it catches, and she grows my child inside her.
As the intensity of the moment fades, I see tears leaking from the corners of her eyes, and the sinister smile that curves my lips is hard to suppress. She is breaking nicely. She has no grip on reality right now. Not even a little bit.
I remain locked inside Hazel, gently stroking her flushed cheek and wiping away her tears. She blinks up at me hazily, confusion in her unfocused gaze. Zach shifts restlessly nearby, his eyes dark with lust as he watches us, his phone held up as he records the entire thing.
Hazel purrs softly beneath me, her body trembling. I run my hand soothingly along her side, feeling the curve of her hips and the softness of her skin. Mine. All mine.
When my knot finally deflates, I carefully pull out of her. She lets out a small, bereft sound at the loss. I move aside, allowing Zach to take my place between her spread thighs. He positions the camera to record him fucking our little unaware omega. He enters her in one smooth thrust, closing his eyes at the sensation.
I watch intently as Zach thrusts, noting how Hazel’s body responds instinctively to him despite her dazedstate. Her back arches slightly, seeking more contact. Her quiet mewls of pleasure fill the air.
Noah’s eyes gleam with hunger as he watches Zach and Hazel. He shifts closer, running his hands over her sweat-slicked skin. His fingers ghost across her breasts, teasing her nipples into stiff peaks. Hazel whimpers, her body arching into his touch even as her eyes remain unfocused.
