Page 8 of Give Me You
Emilio
The world blurs around me as Akira carries me into what must be his house, the cool night air giving way to the warmth of an interior I barely register. My thoughts scatter, coherence slipping through my fingers as heat surges through my body, constantly ramping up until it’s almost painful.
My back soon hits something soft, my blurred vision catching the edge of a bed and while it’s comfortable, it does nothing to ease the fire raging inside. The moment Akira releases me, I start clawing at my clothes, desperate to shed the layers trapping theheat against my skin. The linen clings to my legs, damp with sweat and slick, another whine permeating the air as my fingers shake too much for me to grip anything.
Strong hands join mine, slowly helping to peel away the barriers. My body yearns for the Alpha helping me even if I don’t want to succumb to my instincts like that. Akira and I have never been a thing and in my mind, we never were going to be but I feel like I’m going to burn up from the inside out.
I need relief and Akira is the only one close enough to provide it.
Not that it’ll be a hardship to have that tattooed god of a man stuffing me with his fat cock. If he’s anything like Liam…
Akira pulls my pants and panties down my legs, my cock slapping against my shirt, mild relief flowing through me. I try to push him away, my palms pressing weakly against his chest, but the effort only heightens the ache in my core. "No," I murmur, though the word lacks conviction.
Akira's expression remains composed, though his eyes darken with a mixture of concern and desire. "I get that we don't have a fucking relationship," he says, "but at least let me help. Liam will be here in a bit, and then he'll get you squared away."
His words cut through the fog, a promise of relief that makes my body tremble. I nod faintly, surrendering as he throws my pants off to the side. He moves to my shirt next and I shake my head, clutching the fabric to my chest. Akira already mentioned something about my pregnancy but it doesn’t make it any less embarrassing. When I resist his help a second time, he throws his hands up in defeat.
There’s no anger in his expression, though, as I climb onto my hands and knees, trying to find relief in a different position. When my hole clenches around that plug again, slick easing down my thighs, I know I can’t wait. "Please help me. Fuck."
I sit up, reaching forward for Akira to come closer, the Alpha’s gaze locking onto mine, arousal evident in the way his pupils dilate. His scent floods the room, mingling with my own desperation. "I have no problems giving you what you need," he forces out through gritted teeth, "but do you know what you're asking of me? I need your words, Emilio. I know you have something with my brother, but I'm not going to step over your boundaries."
The clarity in his demand grounds me for a moment, pulling me from the edge. "This doesn't mean anything," I say, my hands reaching for the buckle of his belt, tugging insistently. I said the same thing to his brother a few months ago, that it wouldn’t mean anything. I’m a liar.
Akira catches my wrists. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," I breathe, the word a surrender I can't take back.
He releases me, undoing his pants on his own, frustration bleeding through me when he doesn’t move fast enough. Akira snorts as I slap at his hands and pull out his cock, the length heavy and warm in my hand, adorned with several piercings that glint in the low light. Without hesitation, I take him into my mouth, groaning as a mild wave of relief washes over me. The taste of him fills my senses, dulling the fire just enough to think. Akira's fingers thread through my hair, guiding my movements as he thrusts forward slowly.
"Your mouth feels fucking amazing," he murmurs, his voice roughened by restraint.
I focus on the rhythm, sucking and licking, my hand reaching down to stroke myself. The dual sensations build quickly, my body chasing release as I wiggle, still needing a knot to stave off the heat. I come with a muffled cry, spilling over my fingers, but my cock is still hard, throbbing in my palm. Whatever I swallowed isn’t satiated by coming a few times.
I refocus my efforts on sucking Akira off, needing more of his taste but the longer I spend, the hazier my mind grows until I just let him dictate the speed. His grip in my hair tightens a little as he picks up the pace, his purr starting up when our eyes meet. “Such a beautiful, needy Omega, aren’t you?”
The door swings open then, Liam's voice cutting through the room. "What is going on?"
Akira doesn't pull away immediately, his hand still in my hair. "Someone fed him one of the heat drugs," he explains. "Not sure what it was. I sent a text to Otto to get him to look into it, but you need to fuck your Omega."
I pull off Akira's cock, my face warming under Liam's gaze as he quickly sheds his clothes, his cedarwood scent enveloping me like a comfort. It works in contrast with Akira’s, one Alpha making me want to submit, the other making me crave something more than this moment. Uncertainty swells in my chest as I bite back a moan, Liam cautiously approaching the bed.
His eyes flick down to the plug still in place in my ass, a frown creasing his brow. Questions flicker in his expression, but he doesn't voice them, instead reaching to slowly work the plug out. The emptiness and gush of slick that follows makes me whine, but Liam immediately climbs onto the bed and positions himself behind me.
He fucks into me with a groan, his hands falling to my waist. His fingers curve around to grace my belly, my first reaction to buck forward out of his grip but that just puts my mouth right near Akira’s cock again, the Alpha offering exactly what I need.
“I already know,” Liam murmurs from behind me. “Just let us take care of you, okay?”
I manage a nod before parting my lips, Akira sliding his pierced length back onto my tongue, both Alphas taking charge of my pleasure. My lids slide shut as the room fills withthe sounds of our bodies slapping together, pleasure swirling through me until I explode over the sheets again.
Liam continues to fuck into me with wild, chaotic thrusts, his knot already half swollen against my ass. Lost in the sensation between them, I’m not ready for the sudden swell of his knot inside of me, the pressure pushing me over the edge a fourth time. A cry tears from my throat as my balls tighten, weak spurts jutting from my spent, oversensitive cock. Akira pulls out just in time, a roar rumbling through the room as he coats my face, chin, and shirt with his release.
I sag between them, the fire inside of me finally ebbing, leaving exhaustion in its wake. "It's gone," I murmur, relief flooding my voice. "Thank fuck."
Liam's arms wrap around me, pulling me back against his chest. "Come here," he says softly, maneuvering us to sit against the headboard. My breathing remains hard, ragged, as I lean into him, Akira dragging a blanket from the nightstand to cover my lap.
Some part of me wants to clean up and curl into a ball. The other part wants to lick every bit of Akira’s cum off of my body to savor the taste. Unfortunately, now that the random heat spike is over, Akira’s all business again.
He stuffs himself back into his pants, his suit not nearly as disheveled enough to speak to what just happened in here. He sits back on the edge of the bed, Liam wrapping a protective arm around my belly, a small whine of protest filtering into the air. Liam drops his arm a little lower to my lap, Akira tracking the movement before he speaks.
