A needy whimper escapes my lips.
“I can’t help it,” I whine with tears in my eyes. “It’s been so long since any of you has touched me. I want you. Both of you.”
“Are you sure?” Rowan asks, his voice a low rumble against my ear as his strong hands settle on my hips. “You’re still recovering.”
“I’m fine,” I insist, wiggling my butt against his erection to emphasize my point. “I’ve been healed for weeks, and I’ve beenfingering myself at night because no one will come near me. And it’s not enough.”
I can practically feel the silent communication passing between the alphas, the subtle shift in energy as they make their decision.
Rowan’s hands immediately slide lower, cupping my ass through the thin fabric of my leggings. His touch is no longer tentative—it’s possessive, commanding. He kneads the flesh, his fingers digging into the softness with a pressure that makes me gasp.
In front of me, Elias presses closer, his hands finding my waist.
“We’ve been careful,” he says, his voice thick with desire. “Worried about hurting you if we get too close. We didn’t mean to abandon you, baby.”
“But I’m your omega,” I say, trying to make him feel more guilty as I roll my hips between their erections. “I felt so alone. I need my alphas to take care of me.”
That’s all the encouragement they need.
Rowan’s hands become more insistent, massaging my ass cheeks firmly, while Elias cups my pussy through my leggings, and I cry out at the sudden pressure against my throbbing clit.
“So wet,” Elias murmurs appreciatively, feeling the dampness that’s soaked through both my leggings and underwear. “I can feel it through your clothes.”
Rowan’s fingers hook into the waistband of my leggings, tugging them down in a rough movement that makes me gasp with anticipation. The cool air hits my bare thighs, but I barely notice, too focused on the heat of Rowan’s hands as they return to my now-exposed skin.
“I want you both,” I say, my voice breathy with need. “Together. One in my pussy, one in my ass.”
“Are you sure that won’t be too much?” says Elias, his cock twitching visibly behind his jeans.
“I need it,” I insist, reaching down to palm his erection through his jeans. With my other hand, I reach behind to find Rowan’s dick, both alphas groaning at my touch. “I need to feel both of you inside me at the same time. Stretching me. Filling me. Knotting me.”
The thought of being double-knotted by two alphas should be intimidating, but all I feel is a desperate need. My pussy clenches around emptiness, slick gushing from me in a fresh wave that I know they can smell, can almost taste in the confined space of the cave.
“Your scent,” Rowan growls, burying his face in my neck. His teeth graze the sensitive skin there, and I shudder with pleasure. “Fuck, you smell so good.”
I manage to kick off my leggings completely, still wearing my rain-soaked jacket and t-shirt. Behind me, I hear the wet sound of Rowan spitting into his hand, and then his finger is there, circling my asshole with gentle, insistent pressure. The sensation sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, the tight ring of muscle both resisting and welcoming the intrusion.
“Yes,” I hiss, pushing back against his finger, wanting more. “Please, Rowan.”
In front of me, Elias has pushed my soaked underwear to the side, his fingers finding my slippery folds. He slides two long fingers between them, gathering my wetness, before plunging them suddenly into my aching hole.
The double sensation of Rowan’s finger pressing into my ass while Elias’s fingers fill my pussy has me crying out, my knees threatening to buckle.
“So fucking wet,” Elias marvels, his fingers moving in and out of me with loud squelching sounds. “Her pussy is dripping.”
“Her ass too,” Rowan adds, his voice rough with arousal. “So much slick. Your body knows what it needs.”
It’s true. My omega body is producing slick from both my pussy and ass, preparing me to take both alphas at once. It’s a sign of true compatibility, a biological response to the alphas my body recognizes as mates. The thought makes me even wetter.
“Please,” I beg, working frantically at the buttons of Elias’s jeans while Rowan unzips behind me. “I need your cocks. Now. Please.”
Elias leans down to capture my lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue demanding entrance to my mouth, which I grant eagerly. Behind me, Rowan adds a second finger to my ass, stretching me wider, preparing me for his considerable girth.
“Ready, brother?” Rowan asks over my shoulder, and Elias nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
Together, they lift me, their strong hands supporting my thighs, spreading me open between them. I cling to Elias’s shoulders, my heart racing with anticipation as I feel Rowan position his cock at my slick asshole. The blunt head presses against the tight ring of muscle, and I force myself to relax, to breathe out as he begins to push forward.
“Ohhhh,” I moan as the head of his cock breaches me, the burn of the stretch quickly giving way to pleasure as my body opens for him. He slides in slowly, inch by inch, filling me in a way that makes my toes curl.
