Page 85 of In Deep
“I found her in some back alley–”
I don’t want to relive the hazy details of that right now. “I wanted him to bring me here. I wanted him to rut me,” I say. I want to make it clear to all of them that I’m knotted to Seb of my own free will, my own free desire.
“You’re going to have to share, you know,” Zane says to Seb, already shrugging off his shirt and strolling into the nest.
Ollie follows, but Duncan lingers by the door. “Does she need anything? Water, food?” he asks.
“Water, please,” I say, snuggling against Seb.
“Get all the snacks in the cupboard too,” Seb tells him. “I have a feeling we’re going to be down here awhile.” He grins at the others. “She’s never had a heat before.”
“Fuuuuck,” Ollie mutters, sliding into the bed and coming to lie at my back, his hard cock nudging at my arse, and his tongue searching for my gland. “Didn’t we tell you she had a delicious little cunt?” he says to his pack mate.
“I haven’t tasted it yet,” Seb says, meeting my eye as his knot begins to deflate. I whimper not wanting him to slip away, but soon both men are rolling me onto my back and Seb’s face is between my legs. He slurps his way up my thigh, dragging his tongue and finding every drop of wet slick that rolls down my leg. When he reaches my labia, he sucks the swollen flesh between his lips and kisses me there like he had done my mouth. I dig my nails into his scalp and tug at his hair, guiding him to my clit. I’m starting to go under again, the heat taking control. I’m aware of Ollie and Zane lying either side of me, watching as Seb devours me, punishing my sensitive nub with his tongue.
Ollie fondles one of my breasts, tugging and tweaking the nipple. I reach down and find his cock with one hand and rub my fist up and down his shaft. I have no rhythm, I’m too lost to Seb’s attention, but Ollie curls his fingers around my hand and takes control.
I peek up at Zane. The smile on his face is the wickedest and wildest I’ve seen it.
“I’ve been waiting for you to go into heat, to have you in our nest, for all of us to rut you like this.”
“You’re … not … rutting … me,” I huff out in frustration.
“Well, let’s change that, shall we?” Zane smirks.
“Not yet,” Seb snarls, “I’m not finished.” And he thrusts his tongue into my cunt.
“I … need … a …. knot,” I snarl right back.
“You can have one when I say,” he growls, dragging his tongue back to my clit and swirling around it, making me dizzy with need. “You taste fucking criminal. And I’m not done.”
With that, he flickers the tip of his tongue over my clit, hissing like a snake, and another of those earth-shattering orgasms hits me. When I come back down to earth minutes later, my alphas are manoeuvring me onto my hands and knees, Seb lying beneath me, a tight arm around my waist. They lower me onto his waiting cock, and then I feel another at my backside.
“Can you take us both?” Ollie whispers from behind.
“Yes,” I plead.
I’m not sure one alpha’s knot will ever be enough for me now. I think I’ll always need more. Seb’s more careful this time, restraining himself as he ruts me from below and Ollie from above. I bounce between them, crushed by their powerful bodies, and they slide in and out of me with ease, lubricated with my slick. Zane kneels beside us, watching, and I beckon him forward, meeting his mouth with mine. Our kiss is sloppy, knocked around by the movement of the other alphas, but I hang onto his shoulders, not letting him go.
Then I catch the sound of Duncan returning to the nest. I call him over, and soon I feel his hands on my breasts, massaging and kneading them, tweaking my nipples.
I feel worshipped. I feel like something divine. All these alphas want me. All these alphas are here for me, to see me through this heat. To keep me coming and pumped full of their come.
It’s all for me.
Just me.
* * *
If I thought I was a needy, debauched omega before, then I was wrong. Because this heat transforms me into some other creature entirely. A creature who’s passed between alphas, rolling from one orgasm to the next.
Whenever they dare to leave me, I whine and snarl, snap my teeth and bare my canines, begging and pleading for my next touch, my next kiss, my next knot.
There are no windows down here in the basement and I lose all track of the hours; time flowing away from me.
At some point, Seb forces me up to sit, caging me against his chest, and the others force water down my throat and tiny pieces of energy bar into my mouth. I scowl at them all, nipping at their fingers and attempting to squirm around into Seb’s lap.
“Stop it, Omega,” Seb hisses, his hand twisting in my hair and tugging hard.
