I was in Mason's bed, surrounded by warmth, by the scents of four Alphas who had become as familiar to me as my own heartbeat. It wasn't enough. Nothing was enough. I needed more, needed everything, needed them in ways I couldn't begin to articulate.
Slick pooled between my thighs, soaking through my thin sleep shorts, dripping onto the sheets beneath me. My body was preparing itself, weeping with need, my entrance clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled. The scent of my own arousal filled the room. A keen tore from my throat before I could stop it—high and desperate, the sound of an Omega in full heat, the sound I'd been fighting for days. I couldn't fight anymore.
"Ava." Mason's voice came from somewhere beside me, rough with sleep and something darker. "Ava, sweetheart, I'm here." I reached for him blindly, my fingers finding warm skin, solid muscle, the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. He sucked in a breath at my touch, and through the bond I felt his control slip, felt the wave of want that crashed over him at my scent.
"Please," I gasped, pressing closer, my hips grinding against his thigh, seeking any friction I could find. The seam of my soaked shorts rubbed against my swollen clit and I whimpered at the sensation—not enough, not nearly enough. "Mason, please, I can't—I need?—"
"I know," Mason murmured, his hand coming up to cup my face, tilting my head so I could see his eyes in the dim light of early morning. Honey-brown, warm, filled with a tenderness that made my chest ache. His thumb brushed across my lower lip, and I whimpered, my tongue darting out to taste his skin. "I know what you need, Avalon. But you have to ask for it. Properly."
I sobbed, tears spilling down my cheeks. After everything, the denial, the edging, the hours of torment, he still wanted me to beg. Still wanted me to surrender completely. The worst part was, I wanted to. God help me, I wanted to give him everything he asked for.
"Please," I whispered, my voice breaking on the word. I reached for him, my fingers curling into his bare chest, feeling the heat of his skin, the rapid pound of his heart. My hand slid lower, finding the hard length of him straining against his sleep pants, thick and hot even through the fabric. "Please, Alpha. I need you. I need you inside me. Please, I'm begging you, please?—"
Mason's breath caught, and I felt something crack in the bond between us—his composure, his control, the carefulrestraint he'd been maintaining for days. His hand trembled slightly as he stroked my hair, and when he spoke, his voice was rough with emotion.
"There's my good girl," Mason breathed, and pulled me into his arms. His mouth found mine—hot and demanding, nothing like the gentle kisses he'd pressed to my forehead during the days of denial. This was claiming. This was possession. His tongue swept past my lips, stroking against mine, tasting me, owning me, and I moaned into his mouth, my body arching against his.
The others were awake now, I could feel them through the bond, their attention focused on me like four burning suns. Caleb appeared at my back, his massive body curving around mine, his hands sliding beneath my shirt to find bare skin. His rough palms scraped over my nipples and I cried out into Mason's mouth, my back arching, pushing my breasts into Caleb's hands.
"So responsive," Caleb rumbled against my ear, his thick fingers rolling my nipples, pinching them just hard enough to make me gasp. "So sensitive. Your little nipples are so hard, Ava. So pretty and pink." Leo pressed against my side, his clever fingers finding the waistband of my soaked shorts, tugging them down my thighs with practiced efficiency. Cool air hit my drenched core and I whimpered, my thighs instinctively trying to close.
"None of that," Leo murmured, his hand pressing my thighs apart, spreading me open. His fingers slid through my folds, parting my swollen lips, gathering the slick that dripped from me. "Fuck, Ava. You're absolutely drenched. So wet,puffy, and ready for us." He circled my clit with one finger, barely touching, and I bucked against his hand. "Your little clit is so swollen. Does it ache, Red? Does it need attention?"
"Yes," I sobbed against Mason's mouth. "Please, Leo, please—" He slid two fingers inside me without warning and I screamed, my walls clamping down on the intrusion, my body desperate to hold onto anything that filled the emptiness. He pumped them slowly, curling against my front wall, his palm grinding against my clit with every stroke.
"So tight," Leo groaned, adding a third finger, stretching me. "So fucking tight and wet. You're going to feel incredible wrapped around our cocks, sweetheart."
"I need—" I gasped, unable to form coherent sentences, my hips rocking against his hand. "Please, I need?—"
"I know…and you will get it," Leo replied, his voice dark with promise. He withdrew his fingers, and I cried out at the loss, my hole clenching around nothing, slick gushing out to coat my thighs. Then Ethan was there, his cool hands brushing hair from my forehead, his green eyes burning behind his glasses.
"We've got you," Ethan said, his voice steady even as his pupils dilated with want. "We're going to take such good care of you, Ava. Just let go."
They stripped me efficiently, four sets of hands working in concert until I was bare before them, my skin flushed and fevered, my nipples peaked and aching, my thighs slick with arousal. Mason pulled back to look at me, his honey-brown eyes raking over my body with naked hunger, my heaving breasts, my trembling stomach, the glistening pink flesh between my spread thighs.
"Beautiful," Mason breathed, his hand sliding down my stomach, through the small patch of red curls, his fingers brushing through my soaked folds. I keened at the contact, my hips lifting off the bed. "So fucking beautiful, Avalon. So swollen and ready."
He pushed his sleep pants down, freeing his cock, and I moaned at the sight of him. Thick and long, flushed dark withblood, the head glistening with precum. A prominent vein ran along the underside, and at the base, I could see where his knot would swell, already slightly thickened, straining with the need to lock inside me.
I let go. Mason positioned himself between my thighs, his broad shoulders forcing my legs wider apart until I was completely spread open for him. He gripped the base of his cock, dragging the swollen head through my folds, coating himself in my slick, bumping against my throbbing clit.
"Look at me," Mason commanded, his voice dropping into something rougher, more Alpha. "I want to see your eyes when I take you." I forced my eyes open, meeting his gaze, and he pushed inside.
The first inch stole my breath, thick and hot, stretching me open, my walls struggling to accommodate him despite how wet I was. He was so big, the head of his cock forcing me to yield, spreading me wider than Leo's three fingers had.
"That's it," Mason murmured, his voice strained with the effort of going slow. "Open up for me, sweetheart. Let me in." He sank deeper, inch by inch, and I could feel every ridge of him, every vein dragging against my sensitive walls. My body clenched around him, trying to pull him deeper even as it struggled with his size. Halfway in, he paused, letting me adjust, his thumb finding my clit and circling it gently.
"More," I begged, my heels digging into his ass, trying to pull him deeper. "Please, Mason, I need all of you—" He gave me what I asked for, one hard thrust that buried him to the hilt, his pelvis grinding against my clit. I screamed, my back bowing off the bed, my nails raking down his shoulders.
"Fuck," Mason groaned, his hips circling, stirring his cock inside me. "So tight. Like it never wants to let me go." He pulled back slowly, until just the head remained inside me, my walls clinging to him, trying to keep him in. Then he thrust forwardagain, harder this time, deeper. He set a devastating rhythm, long, deep strokes that pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust punched a moan from my chest, my breasts bouncing with the force of his movements. The wet sound of his cock plunging into me filled the room, obscene and beautiful.
"Yes," I gasped, my legs wrapping tighter around him. "Yes, Mason, just like that, don't stop—" His thumb pressed harder against my clit, rubbing tight circles as his cock drove into me again and again. The pleasure built like a wave, coiling tighter in my stomach with every thrust. I could feel myself clenching around him, my walls rippling, my orgasm approaching fast.
"That's it," Mason praised, his pace increasing, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, more desperate. "I can feel you getting close. Come for me, Avalon. Come on my cock." Then I felt it, the base of his cock beginning to swell, his knot growing with each thrust, catching on my rim, stretching me wider every time he pushed inside.
"Mason," I gasped, my eyes flying wide. "Your knot?—"
"I know," Mason groaned, his hips stuttering as the knot swelled larger. Each thrust became more difficult, his knot stretching me open, popping past my entrance with a delicious burn before catching on the way out. "Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my knot, Avalon."
