He was leaving me. Abandoning me on an impossible mission.
I clutched at his briefs, and a minute later, he returned with articles of clothing in hand. I swiped one from his hands, sniffed, and threw it down. Then grabbed a tank top and nuzzled it as chocolate and cherries caressed my cheek. He didn’t leave me. He went to my other Alpha.
I found one more out of the stack in his hand and piled it next to the others on the bed as I tried to build a wall against the world. But it still wasn’t right. I turned to Dane. I was still missing something.
“Uriel,” I cried, the needy sound high-pitched and foreign.
His jaw ticked.
He left the room again, and this time, I hoped he’d know what I needed again. I removed his hoodie, left in nothing but my lace panties. When he returned, he offered me a crumpled sweater—sandalwood.
Dane was facilitating my madness, feeding me what instincts demanded. He walked along the edge of the bed, holding it like the head of a fallen soldier—a trophy he’d won by guessing what I needed correctly. I reached out, and he dropped it into my open hands. I could feel the lingering heat from my other alpha’s body. I buried my face in the collar, inhaling until my lungs burned for oxygen.
He knew exactly what I needed.
I rubbed the sweater over my pile on the bed. Humming as the note that was missing finally completed the circle.
And now, I was surrounded by them—cherries, campfire, and sandalwood.
I was nesting.
My gaze darted to where Dane waited at the edge of the sanctuary I’d built. He didn’t move to get in.
I tilted my head as I assessed him. Tall, dark, and handsome. At some point, while I’d been making my nest, he’d taken his shirt off. His hair fell over his brows. Ink traveled like veins all over his shoulders, chest, and arms. My eyes dropped to the imprint of his cock that ran down the length of his thigh in his pants before up to his hardened gaze.
“Come,” I rasped.
And he did. He climbed into the center of my nest until he kneeled in front of me. Another painful cramp punched me in the stomach, forcing a cry from my lips. I turned, facing my back to him, and dropped my head to the sheets and scent of my Alphas. I pushed my hips back, presenting for him as my hair spread out around me.
“Fuck,” he groaned. I cried out as his hand came across my ass. He ripped the wet lace away in one yank and threw it aside. The delicious sound of his zipper coming undone had a fresh wave of slick running down my thighs.
“Yes, fuck me, Alpha,” I whined. I wriggled as he slapped his cock against my ass cheek.
“My Omega,” he growled. “Say it.”
“Your Omeg—ah!” I screamed as he slammed into me. Every fucking inch of my Alpha filled my needy, wet cunt, and my face rubbed against the sheet. He withdrew to the tip and paused.
“Please.”
“You’re never going to leave me again,” he warned.
“Never,” I groaned as I was filled. His knot pulsed at my backside. My eyes rolled to the back of my head.
So full. Complete.
Saliva dripped from the side of my mouth as he did it again. And again. Making me promise.
I came as he picked up speed. The bed creaked, slamming into the wall as he pushed my heels beside my hips, and fucked me, his knot slapped against my core. All I could do was lie there and take my Alpha. I peeked behind me, at the first Alpha to fuck me through a heat. His muscles rolled under his skin, the black ink of his tattoos distorting with each ragged heave. I wanted to run my tongue along his ink. He released my feet and grabbed the back of my head. His other hand gripped my waist as he drove into me relentlessly.
“Dane, oh, Dane,” I moaned as I came again. He fucked me through it, pushing his knot into my pussy. I groaned as he spread me until I took the whole thing. The squelch of each thrust as he fucked me with it soothed that burn deep inside.
“I’m going to breed this pussy. Pump you full of my cum until your stomach is heavy with my child, and you can’t go anywhere,” he roared as his knot expanded slowly.
“Knot me, knot me, please. Fill me, Daddy,” I whined, clawing at the sheets like the feral animal I was.
His abdomen was hard against my back as he thrust so deep tears spilled.
“More,” I rasped as my toes curled.
