I lose it then. Rut takes over as my eyes fog and my instincts cloud my better judgment. Fucking hell, how does she always do that to me? I fuck her hard, brutal, my hand on her throat, her legs thrown over my shoulders, pinning her beneath me. Her voice is wrecked, chanting my name, her nails clawing down my chest, her walls milking my cock.
She was made for me. Insatiable, perfect.
And I can’t get enough.
My knot swells, forcing its way in, stretching her wide, locking us tight. She sobs, claws at me, comes undone all over me while I pump her full, and it’s still not enough. It’ll never be enough.
She’s mine. Ours.
But right now,all mine.
And if her heat keeps dragging on for days more?
Good.
I’ll keep her like this as long as I fucking can.
By the time she’s gone boneless under me, slick still dripping down her thighs, I’m panting like I just ran into a burning house. Knot’s locked tight, pulsing inside her, her pussy fluttering around me as she whimpers through the aftershocks.
I kiss her hair, dragging my nose through her curls until she’s drenched in cedar smoke again. I nuzzle my cheek against her, scent-marking her so that her instincts know exactly who’s in command of her body.
She needs it. Craves it. I feel it in every pulse of her walks that milk my dick for more. If I don’t keep her covered in me, she gets restless, snappy.
My Omega.
Needy for me.
It’s more than I can stand.
She murmurs something soft against my chest, words slurred with exhaustion. I hush her, my hand stroking her side while I shift us into the mess of blankets she’s turned into a nest. I slowly roll until she’s on top of me, until my hand can slide down her back with ease.
Then I reach for a water bottle Hayes makes sure to keep on the bedside table.
“Drink.” I press the water bottle to her lips when my knot finally starts to ease.
She whines, tries to turn her face away, but I growl and she obeys, swallowing slow gulps while glaring at me like I’ve wronged her.
She’s cute.
The second she’s done, she’s reaching for me again, fingers digging into my shoulders. She can’t stand a breath of space between us. And hell if I don’t love it.
“Not yet, beautiful.” I hold her closer. “You’ll burn yourself out.”
She whimpers, hips rolling. Her body doesn’t care about reason, only instinct. The scent of her slick spikes again, syrupy and rich, and my cock twitches, already thickening.
Fuck. I can’t even pretend I don’t want it. I always want it.
But I force myself to pull back, to breathe, to remember we’re not the only ones in this. Ford and Hayes are hovering close, their scents sharp in the air.
I can feel them here, even if I don’t look. Hayes is pacing with that knot toy in his hand, waiting for a chance to prove that, even as a Beta, he can give our little Omega what she needs. Ford is perched on the edge of the bed, fists clenching and unclenching. He’s hanging by a thread. The air’s brimming with their heat, their want, their scents all tangled with hers until it’s dizzying. But we have to take shifts.
It burns us out as well, otherwise.
We’re supposed to be giving her a break, though. Letting her breathe. Cleaning her up. Making sure she eats. Or, at the very least, keeps this protein water in her so that she doesn’t dehydrate. She’s shaking from the last round, thighs slick, hair a wild halo on my chest.
My hands still smell of her. I still taste of her on my tongue, and I keep telling myself to stay the hell put.
Then she moves.
