Whatever hardened exterior I was trying to keep around this Omega is doing more than just cracking. Every new moment with Mattaniah seems to be tearing down my walls faster than I can build them. The problem is that I’m not sure I want to rebuild anything.
Mattaniah
Aheatspikehitsat two in the morning with no warning and no mercy. One second I'm asleep and the next I'm awake with heat tearing through my core so violently that my hands fist in the sheets. A sound rips from my throat before my brain has caught up, my body arching off the mattress as slick floods between my thighs, soaking through my boxers and into the sheet beneath me before I've finished opening my eyes.
"Oh god." I roll onto my side and pull my knees to my chest but the position does nothing to stop the waves crashing through me. Each one builds higher than the last, heat radiating from my core through my muscles until my skin feels like it's running a fever hot enough to blister. "Oh god, oh fuck, not now."
My hands shake as I reach for the blocker bottle on the nightstand. The cap won't cooperate with my trembling fingers and by the time I get it open a second wave hits so hard my vision goes white at the edges. The bottle slips from my grip and scatters pills across the floor.
"Shit, shit, shit." I press my forehead against my knees and try to breathe through it the way I breathed through the office spike, but this one is worse. The craving has a sharpness to it that makes the bathroom incident feel like a warmup, my body screaming for something specific with a focus that overrides every rational thought.
Their names surface in my mouth. "Dominic." It comes out as a whisper, then louder as another wave crashes. "Amos. Please, I need... I can't..."
I clamp my hand over my mouth because I'm calling for my stepbrothers in the middle of the night while slick pools beneath me, and that is the most insane thing I've ever done. But the names keep pushing against my palm.
I curl tighter around myself, biting down on my knuckle while I count backward from a hundred and try to recite blocker dosage charts. I picture Richard's face, which usually kills any desire within a five-mile radius, but tonight my body has decided what it needs and Richard's face isn't it. No amount of mental redirection is going to substitute for a knot.
My scent fills the room, sweetening beneath the sour edge of the spike and broadcasting my need through the walls to every Alpha in residence.
The door opens a few minutes later, Dominic coming in first with Amos half a step behind, both carrying the coiled tension that hits Alphas when they wake to an Omega in distress. Dominic's nostrils flare the second he crosses the threshold and Amos goes still as he takes in the scene.
"Hey." Amos reaches for me first as he sits on the edge of the bed. His hand finds my forehead and I lean into the touch so fast it would embarrass me if I had any pride left. "You're burning up, Niah. How long?"
"I d-don't know. Ten minutes, maybe." My teeth are chattering even though my skin feels like it's on fire. "It came out of nowhere. I dropped my blockers and I can't make it stop."
"You don't need to make it stop." Amos pulls me upright against his chest while Dominic closes the door. My body latches onto his scent and the sharp edge of the craving dulls just enough for me to breathe. "We're here. We've got you."
Dominic sits on my other side, his hand finding the back of my neck and squeezing lightly. My body responds with a full-system shudder that sends fresh slick flooding down my thighs. "How bad?"
"Bad." I press my face into Amos' chest. "Everything hurts and I can't think. I need... I need a knot. I hate saying that out loud but I need one or this isn't going to stop."
"Then that's what you'll get." Dominic's voice drops into a register that makes my spine curve. "Amos is going to take care of you first, firefly. I'll be right here."
Dominic pulls my shirt over my head while Amos eases me back onto the mattress. The coordination between them is seamless, Amos' hands on my waistband while Dominic's mouth grazes my temple. Within seconds, I'm naked on the damp sheets with cool air hitting my overheated skin, the relief dragging a moan from my lips.
Amos settles between my thighs and works me open with his fingers, two pressing inside me through the gathered slick while his mouth traces the crease of my inner thigh. I twitch at the proximity to where I need him most, but he doesn't rush, scissoring and stretching me while the spike pulses through me in waves.
Dominic stays beside my head, his hand wrapped around my cock and stroking lazily while he watches Amos work, his other hand carding through my hair. When I whimper at a particularly deep press of Amos' fingers, Dominic leans down and his mouth brushes my ear.
"Eyes on me, firefly." His thumb traces my lower lip while Amos adds a third finger. "You're going to take Amos' knot and you're going to thank him for it, and when he's done with you, when you're all soft and dripping with his come..." His thumb presses past my lips and I suck on instinct, my eyes rolling back. "I'm going to fuck you open all over again."
Amos lines himself up and pushes inside me in one long slide that fills the aching emptiness the spike has been screaming about. My back arches as a cry tears from my throat around Dominic's thumb. Amos bottoms out and holds himself there, letting me adjust, his hands firm on my hips while my body clenches around him in desperate pulses.
"Breathe, Niah." Amos pulls back and rocks into me with a rhythm that eases the craving instead of feeding it. Each stroke hits right where I need it to, his cock pressing against the spot that makes my legs shake, his pace unhurried enough that my breathing can match it. "Just feel it. Let the spike break."
Dominic's thumb stays in my mouth while Amos fucks me, his free hand stroking my cock in lazy pulls, his grip loose enough to tease without pushing me over. His eyes move between my face and where Amos is buried inside me, the intensity of his gaze making my skin prickle.
"You called our names, firefly." Dominic's voice is low against my ear, edged with something dark. "Two in the morning, soaking through your sheets, whimpering for your stepbrothers to come fill you up. You know what that makes you?" His hand moves to my hair and tugs my head back. "That makes you ours. Every desperate, needy inch of you."
Embarrassment flares hot in my cheeks but my body responds with a fresh rush of slick that makes Amos groan. He picks up the pace, his knot starting to swell at the base of his cock, catching on my rim with each thrust.
"I'm going to knot you now." Amos' voice has gone strained. "Push back against me, Niah. Take it."
I bear down as his knot pushes past the resistance and locks inside me with a stretch that bows my spine off the mattress. The fullness is overwhelming, the knot expanding and pressing against every nerve ending while Amos spills inside me with a groan that vibrates through both our bodies. The heat of his release floods me, the frantic edge of the spike dissolving into warm relief as I spill over Dominic’s hand.
"There you go." Amos presses his forehead against mine while his knot ties us together. "That's it. Let it pass."
The craving that has been clawing at my insides for the past twenty minutes quiets to a low hum. My body goes slack beneath Amos, the spike finally releasing its grip. Dominic's thumb slips from my mouth, his hand moving to cradle my jaw while Amos' knot pulses inside me, each throb sending diminishing aftershocks through my system.
