Is this healthy? No. But, nothing about my relationship with these alphas now or before Lore died can be considered “healthy.”
“That’s my good girl,” Storm growls. “Come on my cock.”
“No, I want your knot,” I whine, opening my eyes.
The fantasy he’s been wielding shatters, but the world as I know it is also falling away, helping it hurt less.
“You’re not ready for it yet,” he grunts. “I’ll hurt you.”
Shaking my head as he steps into my nest, I glance behind me. I’ve never stepped inside here. I knew it existed, I knew I wouldn’t be fucking on the ground, and I knew I wanted my nest desperately.
That’s where the extent of my knowledge ends.
Somehow, Wilder managed to thread some twinkle lights up from the exposed rafters and made the mattress up in soothing blue and cream sheets. The shade of blue reminds me of Lore’s eyes, and I wonder if that was done on purpose or not.
Either way, I recognize the effort he’s put in with such short notice. Some omegas need a ton of things for their nest, but I’ve never been normal. I have my alphas, the scents are almost right despite Lore’s absence, and a bed.
It’s perfect.
I can see a fridge in the corner where I bet he stashed snacks and water. However, I’m not concerned with that. All I want are their knots. They can figure out how to get water into me later.
I wonder if I could survive solely by eating their cum.
“You deserve so much more than this,” Wilder murmurs, watching as I see what he’s been up to with Ransom.
“Then give it to me later,” I say, raising a shoulder in reply.
I don’t want to fight…
“I want your knot,” I growl, turning back to Storm and yanking on his dark hair. “I want it to hurt. Fuck me with it. Now.”
“Then mark me up while you scream,” he says, tossing his shirt and pants onto the mattress.
Dropping to his knees on the bed, he lays me out, his gaze tender as my shirt bunches around my waist. Pulling out of me as I whine, he slams back in to make me scream just as quickly. I hope this house is well insulated, or the neighbors are going to get an earful.
“Fuck, that was pretty,” he purrs, his hips pistoning as he shoves his knot in further as my nails claw down his arms.
Storm has handfuls of my ass as he fucks me, my back partially on the mattress.
“Scream around my cock?” Ransom asks, his hand fisting himself as he kneels at my side. “I want to feel the vibrations as you swallow me down.”
This is what I need. I don’t want to be fucked gently, or all I’ll do is sob. I need the sting of pain, the bite of my one percenter alphas who are only soft for me. Nothing else will do.
“Make me,” I say, opening my mouth wide.
Ransom glances at Wilder as if worried he’ll hurt me, and Wilder snorts.
“We can pretend she’s made of glass all we want, but she’s been forged in fire,” he says. “Fuck her throat, make her gag, and I promise she’ll beg for more.”
I nod wordlessly as I drop my tongue out. I want this badly. I know my limits, and know what I like. My heat sinks its hooked claws into me as if punishing me because I’m not filled with knots and cum, and I cry out as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Okay, okay. Fuck, Sugar,” Ransom rasps, bracing his arms on the mattress over me. It affects what I can see, but I don’t mind.
There’s a big, fat, pierced cock sliding over my tongue, dragging the taste of chocolate flavored precum over it. Moaning, Ransom fills my mouth with the crown of his cock. He’s just a little smaller than Lore was, and I know I’ll look like a chipmunk filled with her favorite snack.
Braced over my head, he thrusts hard down my throat, making me gag for a completely different reason than I have this week. My fingers dig into his ass to keep him from pulling away, and I swallow around his girth.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps.
