The silence that follows smothers the room. Reid pulls his hand back as if burned, the blue-gray in his eyes dark with guilt. He looks at the floor, and his blonde hair falls over his forehead while he accepts the cold reality of my rejection. I turn back to Theo, who waits on the sofa with his heart hammering against his ribs.
My hand gestures toward the Alpha on the couch. "Give one to Theo, Micah."
Micah tosses a condom to Theo, who catches and opens it before sliding it over his rigid, straight length. Once the latex settles into place, I climb into Theo’s lap.
I straddle his thighs, my folds pressing against his stomach. My hand reaches down and grabs his dick, the stiff length of him like a hot iron in my palm.
The broad, wet head nudges at my opening. The mere touch makes my vision blur for a second; none of the Betas I was with in the past even come close to Theo’s size, and he’s the smallest of the bunch.
I ease myself onto his length, my entrance stretching to accommodate the rigid girth of him. He slides in deep, the wet, dense drag of the entry echoing through the room.
My arms wrap around his neck to pull him close, our chests pressing together while I take almost all of his cock. His knot at the base prods against my opening, threatening to stretch me further. He sits stiff under me, his hands at his sides as if he’s afraid to do anything.
I lean forward and place my lips next to his ear. "Now you move with me, Theo. Don't you dare stop until the ache is gone."
He begins a steady, rhythmic thrusting that goes deep inside me. My nails dig into his shoulders and my head falls back while the friction works its magic on the ache in my belly.
The other three men stay still, their cocks twitching while they watch the blonde hair of their pack brother mingle with mine. They all acted as part of the deception, and now they have to watch the reality of the girl from the yard taking exactly what she needs.
Theo groans, a low, guttural sound that vibrates through my chest. He fights his own urge to race toward the finish, his hands gripping the sofa cushions until his knuckles turn white. My hips grind against his lap, my core clamping down on his length with a desperate strength. Every upward thrust brings the latex against my sensitive clit, the artificial texture creating a stark contrast to the heat of his skin. Slickness flies between our bodies, a wet, rhythmic slapping sound that fills the silence.
Theo’s pace increases as his control begins to fracture. He throws his head back, his blonde hair brushing against my arms while he drives into me with a blunt, unrelenting force. Myinsides twitch and spasm around him, the build-up to the climax hitting me like a freight train. Over his shoulder, Dameon’s dark, massive cock strains while he watches us. His eyes track the movement of my hips, the raw lust on his face matching the demand in my own blood.
My head tilts back and my spine arches as Theo drives fully into me. He pushes past the usual limit, his knot forcing my opening to stretch wide as he sinks to the hilt. A choked sound leaves his throat while he locks us together, the searing heat of his release flooding my core. We stay frozen in that tensed lock until the rigid muscle finally lessens, allowing his weight to settle deeper against me.
I stay draped across Theo’s lap, my legs straddling his thighs while my breath hitches in the quiet. The knot took the edge off for a second, but the ache remains. I need more. I need to be filled.
The other three men stay within arm's reach of the sofa, their scents cloying enough to taste.
Reid stays right next to the cushions while he watches the way my entrance twitches against Theo’s skin. Dameon grips the sofa’s back, his hands looming just inches from my shoulders. Micah stands close, his fingers twitching against the strap of his bag.
Reid reaches out, his fingers hovering near my shoulder with a desperate, protective edge. "Zora, let us move you to the bedroom. This floor feels too cold, and the bed offers more comfort for the long night ahead."
He looks at me with those dark, worshipful eyes. He wants to take the lead. I lean back against Theo’s chest, using him as a chair while I fix Reid with an icy stare.
My voice holds steady despite the heat. "I stay right here, Reid. I didn't ask for comfort, and I certainly didn't ask for yourleadership. I want this ache to vanish, and your romantic version of a reunion won't reach the spot I need fixed."
My focus turns to the black nylon bag Micah held earlier. He carries every supply necessary for a residency heat, including the prep for more intense sessions. My core pulses at the thought of a different kind of pressure. I want to feel completely full.
My eyes lock onto Micah while I gesture toward the bag. "I know you have lube in there, too. I want to fuck more. You can fuck my ass if you prep me first.”
Micah flinches at the command, his blue eyes widen. He looks at Reid for a nod, but Reid stays rooted to the spot, staring at nothing after I shut him down a second time. Micah's jaw tightens.
As a doctor to Omegas he should know this is only the start to a marathon of sex. The lube would’ve come out sooner or later during this heat.
Reid takes another step forward, his voice low and thick with a protective growl. "Zora, we should take this slowly. Your body already carries a lot of stress from the attack. Let us just hold you through the next wave and keep things gentle."
He thinks he can talk me out of my own desire. He thinks he knows what I can handle better than the woman currently craving this from the inside out.
I meet his gaze with a hard look. "Gentle feels like a lie right now, Reid. I can't focus with the way this ache keeps throbbing. We were always taught in school that a knot helps calm down the need for more, but they were fucking liars. Micah, the lube.”
Micah swallows hard and reaches for the bag. He pulls out a bottle of lube and a condom. He looks at me, his gaze lingering on the curve of my hips where they still rest on Theo’s lap. A dark curiosity coils in my gut as he prepares the supplies. I watch him roll the condom on. I’m still pissed at them, but I’ll go insane with need if I kick them out now.
My hand points to the empty cushion next to Theo. "Dameon, sit."
Dameon comes over and sinks into the cushion next to Theo, his massive frame making the couch dip. Once Theo’s knot deflates enough, I ease off him, letting out a soft moan at the sudden emptiness. I shift over and climb onto Dameon’s lap, my legs straddling his thick thighs while his hands grip my waist to hold me steady.
Micah stands on the rug in front of the sofa, closing the gap behind me. The cool glide of the lubricant moves against my skin as he works his fingers into my opening, making sure I stay slick enough for the double pressure I intend to demand. Then, his touch moves lower.
