Her lips part, soft and desperate, and she kisses me, our lips gently caressing the other’s. It’s not rushed; it’s slow and sensual. I trail the tips of my free hand down her neck, through her heaving breasts, then cupping one in my hand as my thumb thrums across her pebbled nipple. She moans, and I purr in response.
A low growl rumbles behind her, deep, unmistakable. Another follows, a rough grunt that sends heat licking down my spine. I lift my gaze and catch Korbin and Lincoln stepping back into the room, already stripping out of their clothes, eyes dark and focused. One of them shuts the door behind them with a soft but deliberate click.
They stay back just a little, far enough to give us space to continue this connection, but close enough to ground her while she’s in heat. And just like that, we’re acting like a completed pack, adjusting instinctively for our omega.
She moans, the wave of heat overtaking her again. She starts to whine, “Alpha.”
I pull back just enough for her to see my mouth. “Let me take care of you, Omega. Can I do that?”
“Please,” she whimpers. “I want you, Milton.”
“I’ve got you,” I promise, kissing down her jaw, her throat, letting my hands roam her waist, her hips—steadying her, worshiping her with every breath.
Lincoln lets out a low curse behind us. Korbin’s breath stutters. I know her implant is pretty much junk, but I swear she shivers at their voices. Her scent of need sharpens, thickening in the room.
She climbs on top of me, straddling my lap, claiming me as hers. Bayleigh takes hold of my cock, placing it at her opening that’s dripping with slick, and lowers herself onto it. With each inch she takes, her chest arches backward as she moans. My eyes drift over to Lincoln and Korbin, seeing them both stroking their cocks in sync with her movement.
Bayleigh moves slowly at first, like she wants to memorize every second, and damn if I’m not doing the same. Her hips roll, grinding deeper on me. Leaning forward, she buries her face in my neck, trembling with every movement. I grip her, anchoring her in a way an alpha does for an omega.
When her rhythm becomes erratic, and her nails dig into my shoulder, a needy whine escapes from her mouth, I take charge.
She’s heat-drunk, beautiful and feral. And damn if I’m living for her and her alone.
“Milton—” she gasps, voice breaking, scent flaring as her pussy clamps onto my shaft.
“Shh,” I purr into her ear, hoping her implant catches it. Then I thrust deeper into her, burying my knot deep inside of her. My instincts call for me to rut her, but I fight them. I want this one moment in her heat to be pure love, one where she knows it’s me craving her and not my wired alpha brain doing what it’s supposed to.
She holds me tighter as our orgasms slam into us, and I fill her full with my cum. My heart secretly hopes that by some sliver of a chance this is the moment she gets pregnant. When her nails sink deeper into my skin, I hold her through it, the pain only fueling my desire.
Lincoln and Korbin climb onto the nest, moving up on either side of her. She’s not done; her body is already craving more. Her heat ramping up and she needs all three of us now to ease her through it.
“More,” she whimpers in a panting breath.
Her hands reach back, finding Korbin and Lincoln, pulling them closer, touching them with the same instinctive need she showed me.
Lincoln lays down on the bed, then Korbin lifts Bayleigh off of me, placing her so that she can straddle Lincoln’s body. There’s no need for foreplay. She's wet as hell from her slick and our mixed juices.
Lincoln’s hands begin to move; with each movement, he tells us what he’s saying. It’s not elaborate. Short, choppy sentences, but it’s all she needs to hear. What we need to hear.
Take my knot, Baby. Ride my cock. Suck Korbin’s dick. Milton’s got your ass. All your holes are ours.
She nods as she reaches between her and takes Lincoln’s hard length, positioning it at her opening and slowly slides down his shaft. Lincoln's hands go to her hips, holding her in place as I move behind her. I place my hand on her back, then bend over and kiss her along the width of her shoulders. Her head falls back onto me, her eyes glazed over as she stares at me, dazed.
My lips land on hers. Her cry shatters against my mouth, her whole body begging for knots.
“I got you, Baby. I have your knot,” I mouth to her when we pull apart. I place my hand on her back, pressing her forward, angling her beautiful ass in the best position to take my knot. Gripping my cock, I run it through her crease, collecting her slick before lining it up with her puckered hole. Then I press inside of her. Slow and steady, until I’m fully seated inside her, knot and all.
Korbin moves into position beside Lincoln, his crotch dead in front of Bayleigh’s face. She doesn’t wait; she reaches out, taking hold of his cock, gripping it as she strokes from base to tip, then opens her mouth and takes it in. Both Lincoln and I groan at the sight, the pads of my fingers digging into her flesh.
We all move as a unit. Each movement is a synchronized melody played by the most magnificent musicians. Her perfume thickens, wrapping around each of us like a blanket. The only sounds in the room are slurping and sweat-soaked skin slapping against each other. Each of us murmurs praises to her that we’re not even sure she hears.
I can feel her body trembling beneath me. Leaning more against her, I let my hand slip around her waist, finding her clit and rubbing firm circles against it. Her head bobs faster on Korbin’s cock, until he’s reaching out, bracing his hand againstthe wall as his head falls backward, and he shoots ropes of hot cum down her throat.
Next is Lincoln, his hips thrusting upward as he pistons his cock deep inside of her, his own release taking over.
Now it’s just me and my girl. My hips start moving, a perfect rhythm, I can feel her getting close. My own signs hit me hard with the heavy weight of my balls and the burning sensation flooding my abdomen.
I’m close. So is she.
