“Come on, pet,” Trent said, shifting as if he were ready to get up.
The thought of losing the warmth of his body for even a moment was too long. Alison clutched him with one hand, her other reaching for the button of his jeans. “Here.”
“I’m not fucking you on a garage floor,” he groaned against her kiss.
“Don’t care.” She bit his bottom lip, undoing his pants to find the hot skin beneath.
“The house isn’t that far. We’ve got bedding there, sweet, and you can make a nest,” Daniel said.
The need to make one wasn’t there, though. Was it because of the drug? Did that make this unlike a regular heat, so she had no desire to do any of that?
Instead, she could only think about the alphas, about their masculine, heavy scents, their strong hands and hard cocks. She wanted to feel the strength in them, to taste them, and none of that required a bed.
She shook her head and pressed her lips to Trent’s throat before delivering a hard bite.
His answering dangerous, wild growl made her whine. The sound didn’t fit at all with the alpha she’d come to know, too feral for the sweet man he was.
Maybe that was why it was as hot as it was, why she tugged at his jeans hard, tired of waiting, her body wet and desperate. Someone else stripped her of her robe, and the cool air against her sweat-soaked skin drew a shiver.
Trent lifted his hips, letting her shift his pants and boxers down enough that she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. He was impossibly thick and as soon as she touched him, she was tired of waiting.
She rose up on her knees, her legs straddling his lap.
Her grasp on his cock let her rub him along her drenched sex.
If she wasn’t driven so hard by her heat, she’d have taken more time, teased, but right then she wanted nothing more than for him to fill her.
His thick shaft stretched her, and if she hadn’t been drenched, no doubt it would have stung. Instead, she let out a thin sound, Trent’s hands tightening on her waist as though he wanted to take her in one hard thrust.
Everything inside her lit up, as if her entire body had waited for this sensation. She recalled the clawing, painful heats before, the ones where she locked herself away in her cabin miles from anyone and suffered on her own.
This was how it was supposed to be. Even so, even as Trent gave, she moved her hands to his shoulders and dug her nails into him. She wanted to hold him down, to take, to have everything. The need came from something old inside her, something that had grown in the generations of omegas before her.
And Trent seemed fine with that plan. He growled in response to her nails and bucked his hips when she’d taken every inch of his hard cock, as if he needed to make sure there wasn’t any space left inside her untouched by him.
He burned her with his touch, seared her so deeply inside that she suspected she’d wear that mark forever, just like his bite.
Her lips met his, though their kisses were surprisingly soft, just a mixing of breath and need.
Alison rose then came down hard, wanting to feel entirely taken by him. Trent kept his hands on her waist, adding power to her moves but following her lead.
It’s not even my lead, she realized. Instead, it was pure instinct.
His groan was deep, and he tightened his grip on her. His fingers dug into her sides, into the soft flesh at her hips, as though he needed to clutch her as tightly as he could. He lifted his hips quicker, no longer taking her rhythm. Instead, he thrust into her rapidly, erratic, and she could only hold on and accept the wonderful, punishing sensation.
She didn’t have to question when he came, to wonder if it had happened. On the last thrust up and into her, he yanked her down tight against him just as the base of his cock grew. She’d thought he’d been thick before, but it was nothing compared to how his knot stretched her cunt in a way she’d never experienced before.
It triggered a powerful and overwhelming release for her, something snapping inside her as though she’d been waiting forever for this feeling, like her body had been on edge, needing this.
She squirmed, everything too much, but Trent—usually the sweet one—didn’t let her get away. He hugged her tight to his chest until that knot locked behind her pubic bone.
“Take it,” he growled into her ear, his voice nothing like she’d ever heard it before. “This is what you wanted—what you need. You can handle it, pet, you were made for this.”
Pet. If that name had revved her up before, it was nothing compared to right then. She cried out against his throat as he forced her body to accept the thickness of his knot, as the warmth of his cum soaked into her, as it tamed the raging need that consumed her.
He kissed her shoulder, the one he’d left the bite mark on, like some reverent act of worship he needed to perform. Each press of his lips made her cunt squeeze around him again. It was impossible to ignore how full she felt, how he stretched her to capacity.
Her mind tripped over thoughts, everything muddled and sluggish. Maybe that was for the best, to prevent her from thinking too much. Anything more complicated than the alpha beneath her—inside her—didn’t matter right then.
Warm hands traced up her back, and she arched into the touch. They slipped around her to cup her breasts between her and Trent. When they closed into pinches over her nipples, she whimpered and shifted, the tug of Trent’s knot telling her she was still trapped.
“How’re you feeling, sugar?” Kyle. His voice came from just behind her, his warm breath skirting along her bare skin.
She didn’t answer—was there a good answer to that?—but he didn’t seem to expect one. He teased her nipples before pulling her back so she leaned against his chest, still tied to Trent.
It felt…dirty. She had Trent’s hard cock inside her, still had waves of pleasure rushing through her from him, and yet she leaned against Kyle as he touched her. The cool air drifted over her now uncovered front, and the sight of her taken by Trent, with Kyle’s hands on her, made her need grow again.
As though he knew that—hell, maybe he did know, maybe that was his plan—Kyle slipped one hand down her flat stomach, He ran his fingers along the lips of her cunt, where she was stretched around Trent. “You’ve never taken a knot, and now look at you? Do you feel full, sugar? Hmm? Totally fucked open?”
His fingers against her, the way he made her focus on just how thick Trent was, on how her body struggled to accommodate his girth, made her hips twist, but she could do nothing because of Trent’s knot.
Kyle chuckled, then brought those torturous fingers to her clit. It made her realize she hadn’t actually been touched there. The idea that she’d had an orgasm without anyone touching her clit made her shiver again. She’d never experienced that.
And yet the first stroke of his fingers streaked like electricity through her, made her pussy tighten and her back arch.
Too much.
Not enough.
Why couldn’t she figure it out?
Not that Kyle seemed inclined to ask her opinion. Instead, he repeated the motion, stroking against her hard clit, driving her mad with the feeling.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Trent groaned, his head against the concrete wall of the garage, his eyes hooded as he watched Kyle toy with her.
“Arms around me,” Kyle ordered, and without thinking, she reached back and wrapped her arms behind his neck. It spread her out, and Trent stared as though she was a buffet he couldn’t wait to start in on.
Kyle didn’t get her off, at least not entirely. Her body still had aftershocks from her last orgasm, and she clenched around Trent, waves of pleasure crashing through her, but he kept her teetering on that edge.
It was the sweetest torture, and sweat ran down between her breasts and over her stomach as she was forced to do nothing but feel. She was entirely in the moment with them, nothing beyond the walls of that garage existing.
It was such a strange feeling, to not worry, to not think about who she should be or how she should act. Instead, she did what felt natural, and she had no room inside her for doubts.
Kyle wrapped an arm around her, then pulled slightly. Trent’s knot tugged at her, but finally slipped free. An empty sensation made her whine, desperate to have that feeling back.
Kyle didn’t give her time to worry, though. He stood and twisted her, setting her ass on a workbench beside them. He’d already stripped down, so all that deliciously hot skin was accessible for her.
He spread her legs, hooking one arm below her knee, his gaze trapped at her cunt. Wetness covered her thighs, now both from her own pussy and Trent’s cum.
Kyle didn’t seem to mind it. If anything, he growled as though he liked her being claimed in such a way by Trent.
He rubbed the head of his cock along her drenched slit, teasing her aching clit at the top.
And all Alison wanted right then was more. More of everything. More of this moment, of the feelings they made course through her, more of that delicious stretch they forced her body to do. She wanted it to never end, to never stop basking in the impossible feeling, the one she’d never known before.
Before, heats had been suffering, pain and fear, even when she tried to not allow it to grasp her.
There was suffering here, she supposed, as she waited on the precipice of need, but it was the difference between a burn and the sting of spicy food. It made her mouth water and her desire soar.
Kyle nestled the head of his cock against her entrance, then grasped the back of her neck. It trapped her, forced her to look into his blue eyes. It made it more than bodies, and she couldn’t think straight enough to wonder why that was.
He surged forward, filling her with a single rough thrust that hilted him, his heavy balls pressing against her.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he arched over her to steal that sound with a kiss, to take it as though he’d earned it, as if he’d wanted to savor it.
He whispered against her lips. “Fuck, you are tight, and so wet. Nothing better than a needy omega in this entire world. Now, lean back and let me really fuck you, sugar.”
He released her neck and hooked both arms beneath her knees. It spread her legs out wide, let him stare down at where they were connected, at how he stretched her as Trent had before. He didn’t ease into anything, pulling back then plunging into her with a thrust that made her gasp at the wonderful roughness.
He fucked her as he did everything else. He was sure, confident and relentless. He lifted her ass off the workbench a hair, to let him leverage her against him as well, to make sure he couldn’t possibly delve any deeper. He took her as though he were trying to claim every single inch inside her.
And Alison wanted that. She wanted no part of her left untouched after this, nothing that they hadn’t taken, devoured, owned.
He growled, and when she caught his gaze, his eyes seemed darker, like a beast that she’d let have her, one who would have her entirely.
The need inside her that had been sated for a moment with Trent’s cum uncurled and stretched, as though it knew it had more coming soon. Her heat crested over her as she tried to move with Kyle, as she tried to take more.
He leaned over her, using the change in position to fuck into her even harder. If she wasn’t drugged on her heat, the roughness might have bothered her. Right then, though?
Nothing bothered her.
He let out a snarl as he bit down on her other shoulder—though not hard enough to draw blood—just as his knot grew. He shifted his hands down to her ass, to yank her against him, to make sure she couldn’t escape that growing bulge at the base of his cock, and triggered another breath-stealing orgasm from her.
She shivered against the scrape of his teeth, the way her cunt was already sore yet craving everything he could give her, and the exhaustion knowing they weren’t anywhere close to the finish.
Daniel pressed his lips to Alison’s head, closing his eyes to breathe in her heat-soaked scent.
He’d stroked himself as he’d watched Trent and Kyle knot the poor girl, as he’d witnessed how her eyes widened and her lips would form a perfect little o when she felt how their cocks swelled, when she realized she was entirely trapped.
Why was that as hot as it was? Something deviant inside him enjoyed it, the way when he knotted a girl, she was his. For that while, while tied together, she was entirely his.
She was exhausted, but not nearly done. No, she’d have hours left. They should have moved to the house, where snacks and water would be available. While she rested, Trent had dragged himself to the kitchen to grab a few things, but leaving an omega in heat was nearly impossible. They’d have to make do.
She shifted, blinking slowly as Daniel positioned her. They’d spread her robe out, along with their clothing. It wasn’t a nest, and it would serve as a shitty bed, but it was better than getting her scraped up on the hard ground.
He shifted her so she was on her knees, her chest to the floor. Trent and Kyle rested with their backs to the wall, putting them beside her. Trent carded his fingers through her hair, a reassuring stroke.
Daniel ran his hands over her hips, then grasped her ass. He spread her cheeks, staring down at her, able to see her puffy, drenched sex along with her ass.
He’d love to have taken her ass right then, but it wasn’t in the cards. Her heat required his cum to end up exactly one place.
He leaned down and offered a hard bite to one of her cheeks.
She whined, the sound high and startled. He soothed the spot with a kiss, then bent down more to drag his tongue up her hot, wet slit. Even as he swallowed, her taste took over his senses, narrowed his focus to this one absolutely perfect part of the universe.
He could taste her sweetness, her need, and the musky taste of the alphas as well. Once they’d all had her—many times that night—she’d carry their scent. She’d be theirs.
And he was drunk enough on lust and fantasies that he believed that could happen, that he truly thought they might be headed for such an ending.
She squirmed at the feeling, but Daniel took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.
Her cry was music, and he did it once more before relenting, that darkness inside him loving her frantic sounds.
Her cunt seared the head of his dick as he pressed against her, grasping her hips to hold her still. She went wild, writhing, leaning back to take him. This he liked. He enjoyed the way she couldn’t hide what she wanted. So often she could be hard to read, harder still to understand. In that moment, though, all those defenses were torn free and he saw the passionate, strong omega beneath them.
He tightened his fingers as he slid into her, slow enough to torment her, to force her to feel each inch of him spreading her and stretching her lovely cunt.
Trent ran his fingers through her hair as she rested her cheek against Kyle’s thigh. Her chest was to the floor, to protect her shoulder. Even driven as he was by need, he’d never risk hurting her.
She took him as though made for him, like her cunt had been designed to fit him perfectly. Snug, warm, wet. It was perfection, and he allowed himself only a moment to savor it.
Daniel ran his hand up her spine once, focusing on how her back arched, on the lovely curve, the narrow waist, the hips wide enough to hold on to.
He had no idea what he could have possibly done in his life to deserve this, but he wouldn’t forsake it, wouldn’t risk losing it. He pulled back and thrust into her, taking her harder.
One of his hands remained on her hip, the other spreading her cheeks. He dipped his thumb into the wetness around her cunt, then pressed that against her ass.
She tensed but didn’t pull away. “Good girl,” he rumbled out. “Let me in.”
She shivered, and he took that as his opportunity. He pressed that finger into her, keeping shallow without any real lube, just enough to tease her, to tempt her, to let her know exactly what he planned to take next time.
And Alison reacted the way he knew she would. She cried out, her body clutching him as if to never let him go.
Fine by me.
He teased the sensitive ring of muscles as he took her cunt with hard, wild thrusts. “This is how it’ll be, sweet, next time. I’ll take your ass, and Kyle can have your cunt. Your pretty mouth, well, Trent will fuck that, since he’s too nice to you anyway.”
She trembled, her body seeming to be in chaos she couldn’t control. He stoked those flames inside her, knowing his own end was close. It was only round one of what would be a very long night, so he had nothing to prove, no need to make himself last longer. Truth be told, he’d come in her at least three more times before her heat dissipated, before that need broke and they could rest. This wasn’t about showing off, or about trying to make it something it wasn’t. No one could do such things when driven so hard by hormones.
Instead, heats were for giving in to what people really were, what they needed. They were for letting go of expectations. So Daniel did that, enjoying the wily omega beneath him, taking what she gave so freely and servicing her in return.
When he came, when his knot swelled so thick that she whimpered and whined, he plunged as deep as possible and locked into place.
She came hard, her cunt squeezing down so tightly it nearly hurt, and he pulled his finger from her. Panting, he leaned forward, offering gentle bites to her back, to her shoulder blades, to the sweat-soaked expanse of skin wherever he could reach.
Reality could stay the hell away. They’d all have to wake up from this spell too soon, and Daniel refused to lose a moment of it to worry.
When he was locked inside her, when she whined softly and trembled against him, he knew something he couldn’t ever admit to.
He loved her, and that was going to hurt them all in the end.