There was a chorus of agreement around me and I turned to face the other three alphas who were hovering on the edge of my messy nest, their pupils blown as they stared at me.
It was odd to see how much desire they wore so blatantly on their faces now. During the few times I used the heat services I was always too out of my mind on the hormones to remember what any of the alphas servicing me looked like when they approached.
Somehow, I was glad this was my first true heat experience—even if I was nearly lit on fire in the middle of it. I wanted to savor every moment of my first heat with these alphas. With my alphas.
“Let us take care of you, sweetling,” Bedivere purred as he held out his hand to me, glancing at either of the alphas at his sides.
“You must go first,” Gawain said, giving the older alpha a nudge with his shoulder. “The elderly must use their stamina whilst they have it.”
Bedivere rolled his eyes, clearly not enjoying Gawain’s joke as he pulled me into his lap and I pressed my nose to the column of his neck, inhaling a long drag of his sandalwood scent.
“You smell of the heavens,” he muttered into my ear. “I could not tell you before as you were otherwise indisposed, but I have never smelled anything quite so divine–it is as if the nectar of the gods has spilled into my palms.”
My face flushed as his pretty words sent a shiver rolling down my spine. “And you are still such a sweet talker.”
“I have never heard such flowery poetry before,” Gawain commented dryly from behind me as his hands tugged at the thin linen shift I had been dressed in before my would-be execution. The material shredded easily, almost as if it was paper, and both alphas pulled it away from my body.
There were still love bites marking my neck, leading up to Lancelot’s fresh bond mark behind my ear, but they had faded over the past forty-eight hours—just in time for some new ones to be placed.
Gawain got right to work, his lips sucking on my skin and leaving fresh red marks that would eventually darken over time.
“You are not the only one allowed to use such words, Gawain,” Bedivere chastised, his voice light as his warm, dry hands slid down my back and underneath the cheeks of my ass. His fingers dimpled the flesh as he lifted me higher up against his hardening groin which I could feel through his pants.
“Take it off,” I demanded impatiently, my inner-omega seeming to shove rational thought out of the way as my fingers dipped in between us to tug at the laces keeping his pants together.
Hands continued to touch and tease as I worked tirelessly to pull the knot I’d created in my haste free and shove his pants aside until his cock sprang free.
“Impatient little thing,” Bedivere said with a groan as I sank down easily onto his stiff length right up to his thick knot.
It was a sweet relief.
It was utter bliss.
“Do not grow comfortable, your majesty,” Gawain whispered in my ear.
Before I could ask what he meant by his words, oil was being poured down my back and it drizzled between the ass cheeks that Bedivere was still holding open.
“Wait—” I managed to say before the thick head of Gawain’s cock pressed into my back entrance.
My chin tilted up to the canopy overhead as I was filled to the brim with them.
“Is it not fascinating to watch her face?” I vaguely heard Arthur say to Lancelot.
Lancelot was silent in return, but I could feel his need through our bond as both alphas sandwiching me between them were hilted completely up to the knot.
The skin of their chests was cool against my fevered skin as they pressed me between them, moving with an almost practiced rhythm.
Before when Arthur and Gawain had done this to me, I had been lucid enough to feel a slight discomfort at my ass being used for the first time, but now I was so far gone that all I felt was heat, friction, and pleasure.
“More,” I said, my voice a growl. “Give me more.”
“Her majesty asks for more,” I heard Lancelot say, sounding awestruck.
I glanced over at him and found his eyes intent on me from where he sat next to Arthur. They had both pulled their clothes off at some point and seemed completely comfortable being naked in such close proximity with each other despite never having done such a thing before.
Lancelot was the newest to the pack but he seemed to be fitting in as if he’d been doing this his whole life.
Arthur, who was reclined against the headboard, completely content to watch, just shot the other alpha a grin.
