Page 20 of Trick or Heat

“Feeling d-dizzy,” I force out, sweat breaking out all over my body.

“Fuck.” He closes the distance between us just in time to catch me as I slump to the ground, my stomach doing somersaults over spikes. His warm hands on me should increase the discomfort, but instead I’m leaning further into him, needing the touch more than I need to breathe.

“M-More,” I find myself whispering. My mind and body seem to be doing the work for me, and my consciousness starts to waver as that innate part of myself begins to take over.

Knots, I think. I’m an omega and I need knots.

I have no control as a whine slips up my throat, prompting the three alphas to my side immediately. They start talking to me, using soothing words that do nothing but irritate me because why are they talking? I don’t need calm, I need ravenous. I need knots.

They all stop speaking collectively and I realize that I said all of that out loud.

“If our omega wants ravenous,” Brodie whispers, “then she’ll fucking have it.”

One of them scoops me up, the alpha that smells like pumpkin and eggnog, and carries me down the hallway. “Which one is your room, love?”

I go to speak, but no sound escapes, the dizziness taking over. I can only vaguely point to the left, but he somehow understands me. We enter my room and I wince at the mess that I tried and failed to sort out before they got here, but none of their eyes trail that way. Their gazes stay steady on me as we get on my bed, the comforter suddenly sticking to my sweaty frame.

“Do you have a nest, Pari?” Raivat asks. The nickname sticks out, his tongue wrapping around the ‘R’ with a beautiful roll.

Embarrassed, I shake my head.

“That’s okay. We’ll make one. We can pull something together, what do you say? We brought you a bunch of stuff from the store.”

My body lights up from that information. I faintly remember them asking about favorite colors and textures, but I thought that was just a nicety. I didn’t know they would actually go to the nest store.

“Let’s give you some orgasms first,” the green-eyed one says, my brain no longer able to remember his name. “Then we can make your nest to your liking.”

I preen, my hands moving to his collar so I can pull him to me. His honey bourbon scent is exotic, mouthwatering. Being close to him is like being drunk on the best liquor money can buy, and I’m ready to spend it all.

He gasps with surprise when my lips collide with his. For a half-second, a spark of insecurity rises in me like I wasn’t supposed to do that, but then he melts into me, his lips moving over mine with expert precision. A moan bubbles up my throat and I tug him closer, needing every part of his flesh against mine.

“More,” I find myself saying again. The alpha obliges, pulling off his shirt that was already too small to begin with, freeing the bulging muscles underneath. I gape at them, no longer able to care about my blatant ogling as he removes the rest of his clothing and then proceeds to discard my own.

The cool air against my bare skin brings a touch of relief. With no barriers between us, the alpha with the bourbon scent and the massive biceps leans over me, his eyes piercing into mine. “I never would have imagined this is how our first time would be, Omega,” he whispers, holding me with every word. “When this is over, I will worship you properly. Have you singing on my cock and my lips alike, but right now, I need to take care of you.”

He slides into me easily, the movement surprising but oh so good. My legs wrap around him instinctually, my body lighting up with every drag as he immediately fucks me exactly the way I need. My hindbrain becomes focused on one thing and one thing only, and that is coming on his cock, squeezing his knot until there’s nothing left. He groans deeply as I move into him, our bodies moving in tandem for the quickest release possible.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispers, and spots darken behind my eyes. “I need your slick all over me. Wring out my cock.”

My stomach flips and my head spins from the intense pleasure moving through me. I can’t breathe, can’t speak. All I can do is brace myself and wait for the first orgasm to take me. To ease this fire burning in my gut.

It doesn’t take long. It might be the fastest orgasm I’ve ever had. Maybe it’s because he’s my scent match, or maybe it’s because I’m going into full-blown heat, but the intensity pressurizes me from the inside out, and I can’t do anything about it as he works my body into a frenzy.

The second I start to pulse around him, he pushes his knot into me, instantly heightening the pleasure as I scream. Every fiber in my body goes off like a firework. My toes curl, my back bows, and I come harder than I ever have.

And when I feel him coming inside me, spurts of warm cum filling me completely, I black out.

When I come to, I find myself being held close, protected. The autumn scents all surround me, blanketing me with the ultimate comfort as my body rests, my breaths coming in quick puffs.

It doesn’t take long before he’s able to pull out of me, my body igniting with fire once more.

“Time for round two,” one of the alphas says before my omega takes over completely.

ELEVEN

“Where the fuck are the knives?” I mutter to myself as I open the silverware draw again, but there’s nothing but forks and spoons. The dishwasher is empty, and the only other utensils I can find are beautifully crafted chopsticks that feel spiritually protected. Seriously, I think if I were to touch them Elsie would somehow know and come out here to rip me apart.

It’s been six hours, the first couple rounds going by a lot slower than the guys and I anticipated. She seems relaxed, content; it makes the alpha in me preen. I walk around her kitchen with my shoulders back and my head a little bit straighter, knowing that even with the unconventional way we met, I can satisfy my scent match.