Only when he’s finished unloading into my mouth does Mason finally take his hand off the back of my head and pull his cock out of me. He takes me by the chin and bends over, kissing me hard even though I was just seconds before full of his cock. He doesn’t seem to care at all that he might be tasting himself on me.
The kiss is fire. It’s hard and unyielding, like he is. It’s just how I imagined he would kiss, and I immediately lose myself in it, in him. It’s easy. It’s perfect.
When he’s satisfied with the kiss, he lays me down on my back and crawls on top of me. The way he gazes down at me as he holds himself above me reminds me of the look he gave me that night out back, when we almost kissed the first time.
Such a switch from his usual demeanor. Almost tender. Half-lidded, full of desire, like nothing else in the world exists. Like there’s no one else in the room. The way he stares down at me tells me that, even if he doesn’t profess his love for me just yet, he’s there. He’s right there next to Asher in his love for me.
And that? That is more than enough.
“Ready for another knot, omega?” I don’t think I’ve ever heard Mason sound so… so deliciously desperate before. It’s such a switch from his usual attitude, and I honestly can’t get enough.
The only thing I can do is nod. If he wants me to speak, he’ll be disappointed. I can barely think straight right now, everything is a jumble in my head, thoughts and feelings all at war with each other, but at the same time, all saying the same thing.
Yes, I want this. Yes, I want him. Yes, I absolutely freaking need another knot.
Mason takes hold of his cock by the base and rubs his tip along my slick folds. Over my sensitive clit, down to my entrance, and back again, stimulating me before he pushes himself inside.
I’m dripping wet by the time he does, so my body takes his length in without a problem. The girth of his cock stretches me even before it swells into a knot. I close my eyes and surrender myself to him, to his cock, to the knot that will form soon enough. My breathing catches, and I wait for him to make the first thrust.
He does not wait long, and unlike when it was his cock in my mouth, he does not start slow. No, the pace he chooses is a fast, hard one, one that forcibly pushes the air from my lungs each time he plows into me. It’s feral, it’s rough, and it’s honestly everything I’ve come to expect from him.
“So wet,” he whispers above me, his voice creeping along my spine like a welcome shadow, one that knows exactly how to touch me deep down to make me shiver and writhe. “And all mine right now.”
I moan with my lips tightly together, so the sound comes out more guttural. The feeling of bliss that never seems to disappearis at the surface once again, the dam ready to burst and let loose the flood waters of my pleasure.
There is no point in delaying the inevitable, so when the orgasm comes a-knocking, the only thing I can do is open the door and let it in—and when I do, the heat that floods me is choking, but in the best way. I cry out a garbled sound as my body tenses up, as my thighs clamp around his waist and my inner core tightens around his length. Slick gushes from me, my body absolutely ready for that knot.
Above me, Mason moans. His pace increases the same moment a familiar pressure swells inside me: his knot forming quickly as a result of my orgasm. His knot fills me in record time, and just like that, we are locked together for the near future.
There was once a time in my life I would’ve boldly declared that being locked to an alpha like this would be the worst thing ever, the most terrible thing in the world, but that time has officially passed me by. I would never say anything like that now, not now that I’ve accepted these three alphas and their hearts.
They’re mine. They’re so fucking mine.
Mason dominates me. He makes me his, and while his knot is inside me, I come again and again. You’d think I’d be empty of slick by now, but nope. Omegas are basically just slick-making machines, especially during their heats.
I don’t know how long it is before Mason comes, but once he does, it’s over. He becomes a slave to his instincts, to the pleasure racing through him. He fills me with cum, but he does not slow his pace. No, he keeps it up, thrusting again and again, making me see stars.
I’m so lost in it, in him, in how light my body feels, that I lose track of how many times he comes in me. I’m light as a feather by the time he eventually pulls himself out, his knot deflated. I am, for the first time ever, at peace, not only with what I want and the men around me, but also with who I am.
These three accept me. They want me, as broken as I am. They are more than willing to be the glue that holds me together, just as I’m happy to do the same for them. Maybe together we can be everything, whereas apart we’re nothing more than bumbling fools going about our lives, thinking we’re living when in reality we’re not.
The last thing I remember before passing out in sheer exhaustion is smiling.
The rest of my heat goes by in a blur. I’m pretty sure the guys make me eat as the hours turn into days, and I vaguely remember moving things into the bathroom at one point, where we have some shower sex that definitely involves multiple alphas holding me up and keeping me in position thanks to the sheer height difference between us.
It’s… all rather normal, I suppose, though I don’t think like that in the moment. When you’re lost in your heat, the only things you can think about with any kind of clear mind revolve around your alphas, their knots, and the orgasms they can give you. Said things are the only things that lessen the ache inside. Without them, that ache would be so painful you wouldn’t be able to go on.
And here I used to think I’d get through it by myself. What a fool I was. So stupid. Things might have been slightly easier for me since I can’t smell anything, but at the same time, that ache was definitely there inside me, ready to take over, if I would have decided to push Rourke, Asher, and Mason away.
I don’t know exactly how long it lasts, but I know it’s finally over when I wake and feel no kernels of desperate need in my gut. I’m in a mess of blankets and pillows on the floor in my room, and though I cannot smell the mixture of scents, I can imagine all of the cum and slick that leaked from us these pastfew days mix to make a strong scent that would put off most other people.
Sitting up, I stretch, and I feel strangely light, like the pressure that has been weighing down on me this entire time is now gone. I am, simply, me, and I’ve never felt as light as I do in that exact moment.
I’m alone in the room, none of the guys around. They must have snuck out while I was fast asleep, but that’s all right. With how… attentive they were during my heat, I can imagine they’re all looking to stretch their legs and perhaps even eat a full meal.
Heats are a lot of work. Who knew? Besides everyone who’s already gone through one, that is.
I don’t know how long I sit there, but it has to be a few minutes before someone else joins me—Asher. He wears nothing but pajama bottoms, his torso completely bare. Based on his damp blond hair, I’d say he definitely took a shower or something. He wears a sloppy grin when he sees I’m up, and he comes to sit next to me.
