Chapter Seven

I had no idea how I got out of Zeke’s grip, or how I managed to get around Han, but suddenly I was lunging for the female, soaking in the scent of her fear as it overpowered her very obvious arousal toward my mates.

It was Sebastian who managed to catch me before I did any real damage to the female. His arms were tight around my stomach, my attention not willing to part from my retreating prey for long enough to figure out how to get out of his hold.

When the door slammed shut, blocking out my view from the retreating beta, I still hadn’t calmed down.

Claim them. Remind them they’re yours. Remind everyone.

I listened to my instincts, turning around in my mate’s arms and climbing him until I was close enough to press my mouth to his. He needed to be aroused. I wanted him to be hard for me and only me.

My mouth was desperate on his and he let me explore. I felt him adjust his grip around my ass, squeezing each cheek as he held me against him. I ran my hands up to his hair, feeling the short blond strands between my fingers.

I felt a dull pain in my lower stomach which reminded me just how empty I was.

Kissing wasn’t enough.

I started pulling at the fabric over his body, ripping where I could, yanking at other spots, unbothered by the burn on my thighs as I worked to get my mate naked. When his chest was finally bare, I leaned forward and licked the space between his pecs, humming at his taste on my tongue.

Behind me, voices were nothing more than noise, no more indistinguishable than a bunch of motionless vibrations.

Limbs seemed to be getting in my way, I couldn’t figure out why I wasn’t moving down to reach my alpha’s cock. Every time I reached for his hardness, it was like my arm found its way back to my mate’s shoulder.

My annoyance bubbled out of me with a growl as I tried, again, to reach my alpha’s knot.

When I was denied, my temper flared. Already the dark haze in my mind was blocking most of my conscious thought, but my anger made me close to feral.

I felt my arms being pulled tight behind my back, my front pressed against the delicious hard scent of a tropical fruit. Beating hard against his chest, his heart was a strong steady presence.

At some point, I’d closed my eyes. Another pain in my core had me groaning, trying to bring my arms back around to curl against my stomach except I couldn’t break whatever hold kept them locked behind me.

Cool tears ran down my cheeks, letting me know how hot my body was. I didn’t want space though, no, I needed my alphas closer. They could take away this pain. I needed them, all of them, and more importantly, their knots.

Once this cramp seemed to pass, I took a deep breath, realizing we’d changed locations. I could smell my nest. The sense of safety it invoked meant I could instinctually recognize it with my eyes closed.

The room was dark, the lights even dimmer than the rest of the house. I squirmed out of my mate’s grasp, landing on the floor to my nest just past the door’s threshold.

I knew the others were nearby, but right now, my focus was on my nest. Of course my mates hadn’t satisfied me yet, I hadn’t made a nest. This was our safe place. No one could give over to their instincts until I’d prepared it properly.

First, the pillows. I started with the back walls, yanking all the pillows away and fluffing them before setting them back. The stuffing inside a particular pillow refused to even out, and that one got tossed from the bunch.

Then, onto the next wall. Working through the heat cramps that bowed me over, each one getting stronger and longer. And the next wall. Around the entrance to the nest, it was a little more difficult, but I prepped the pillows near the door for when it was finally closed.

Once the outer layers of the nest were set up how I liked, I made my way into the middle. Before I fixed the blankets onto the ground in the perfect half wall, I made the final adjustments to the pillows.

A square nest was not ideal. Round. Not circular, ovular. Corners needed to be shaped properly. The whole thing should be wide enough for my mates to sit in comfortably while waiting to knot me.

I was sweating by the time I finished all the pillows.

For the blankets, I folded them longways, wrapping one on top of another on top of another, until they were halfway up the pillow’s height, bordering in the perfect shape of the nest.

“This is a very nice nest, omega. Can we come in?”

The voice belonged to my first alpha. He liked my nest.

“Yes, yes, in.”

Apples, green ones, juicy and fresh that had water dripping down your chin with each bite.

Guava, sweet and airy, the perfect concoction for relieving any stress.

Pumpkin, spiced with cinnamon, a comfort equivalent to being calm and safe and free.

Berries, a mix of so many, sweet and tart and diverse yet completely mouthwatering.

Just the scents of all my mates nearby had even more slick leaking from me. My stomach cramped again, this time more painfully than before. It eased slightly when I felt one of my mates pull me tight against their body, his hand sliding down to rest on my lower abdomen.

I groaned at the tease. I wanted him inside me.

Attempting to scramble off his lap, I pressed my chest against the floor’s mattress, lifting my hips so high that I could feel the deep curve of my spine to accommodate the position. I was ready to be fucked. My nest was made and safe. All my mates were inside. And I was presenting like a good omega.

Against the back of my thighs, I felt my first alpha press against me. Even without my nose telling me it was him, I knew he’d demand the first rutting in my heat.

His hand ran down my spine, admiring my position for him. I felt his hands wrap around my hips, squeezing like he was trying to get his fingers to touch all the way around me. This waiting was killing me. More slick was leaking out of me, and I could feel the tell-tale signs of another heat cramp wanting to begin again.

I tried wiggling my hips, whimpering, anything to get him to act, to stop hesitating. If he was demanding anything, I couldn’t hear it. My ears felt stuffed, my thoughts only existing about my mates, and my body internally weeping for the pleasure I knew would come from my mates.

Whatever was holding him back, he finally aligned the head of his cock with my entrance and shoved his way in, not stopping until he was fully inside me.

I clawed at the bedding, loving the feeling of complete fullness from my mate.

He didn’t hesitate, leaning over me so I felt his stomach flush against my back, one of his hands releasing my hip to hold my nape down, and then he started thrusting into me.

His cock was so large, it took effort for him to push inside me. I did my best to push back against him, adding to the friction and the force of the pleasure.

Now that he was inside me, I needed more. Needed him to come. To knot me.

Pleas were falling from my lips. I clenched my internal muscles to try and force his cock to come inside me.

The hand around my nape tightened, not squeezing my breath, just letting me know that he was feeling his own pleasure. A smile pulled at my lips, loving that my alpha was enjoying himself.

A loud smack followed by heat on my ass had me groaning. There was no pain, only pleasure. Again and again, I felt a hand come down on my cheeks until my mate groaned, rutting into me without any hesitation.

I was so close to an orgasm, my body naturally holding it off until he finally pressed into me again, his knot expanding inside me, and I exploded over the edge, pure bliss reaching every muscle in my body and wrapping around my entire being.

Stuffed inside my pussy, I could feel each jerk from my mate’s member, each flood of his cum.

My body relaxed, no longer primed to beg and plead, temporarily content to feel locked against my mate. His knot made his cock even larger, swelling against the walls of my inner being and pressing until there was nowhere else for him to go. We were linked, bound to each other for this temporary blissful moment.

He turned us so we laid on our sides. Another of my mates came to my front, his guava scent barely registering as he pressed in close. I was surprised that my first alpha let my other mate near while I was still on his knot, but I loved having more of my mates close.

A slight rumbling came from my own chest, pleased that I was surrounded, bound, and blissed. I fell asleep, content to let my mates watch over me as I was stuck on my alpha’s cock.

Sometime later, my body started to ache again, letting me know that my mate’s knot was about to loosen, and I would need to take another. I grabbed at the alpha in front of me, kissing him in preparation for his knot next.

When I reached down to feel his length, something caught my attention. I forced my eyes open, staring down at my alpha’s dick and trying to figure out what was different. A piece of something was attached to the tip and the under part of his mushroom shaped head.

My fingers carefully traced over each round piece, and my mate groaned. I almost pulled my hand away, worried I’d hurt my mate until his scent hit me—full of arousal and amusement. He liked this.

I wiggled away from my first alpha, ignoring the rush of cum that leaked from me as I pulled off his knot completely. He was still hard, his length wet from our mixed arousals and pressing against my cheeks.

This new alpha pulled me until I was on top of him, my legs spread on either side of him. Leaning forward, I rested one hand against his chest, feeling his heart pound under my fingers, and the other I reached in between my legs, helping to guide my entrance onto his considerable length.

Each inch I lowered myself down, it was—I felt the two round pieces inside me, pressing against my inner walls like a goddamn internal massage. I whimpered, unable to explain how good he felt.

My mate wasn’t as large as my first alpha, but those pieces on his dick made his length just as fun to take.

As soon as he was all the way inside me, I squirmed, trying to figure out the best way to move. My knees were spread wide on either side of his body, just barely reaching the mattress. I couldn’t put enough force down to ride him like I wanted.

The words asking for help were lost in the cloudiness of my mind, in the thickness of my tongue. I whined, the sound begging for help and making all four of my mates growl.

Under me, I felt hands move my legs so rather than my knees on the mattress floor, my feet were. It spread my hips wide, like the most intense squat, and the presence of my mate inside me only became stronger—fuller. Hands grabbed my wrists and moved them from my mate’s chest to his stomach, better supporting my position.

Then I felt it, his hands on my ass, helping to raise me up and drop me back down. I immediately figured it out, using my thighs and hips to bounce on top of him.

Someone grabbed my neck, turning my face toward lips demanding a kiss. Their apple scent and thickness immediately told me who it was.

Against my first alpha’s lips I begged my mate under me to knot me. No matter how good he felt inside me, my ultimate goal wasn’t to get fucked—it was to milk my mates’ cocks for all of their cum.

“Please knot me, alpha. Please, I want you to fill me with your cum.”

I felt the vibration of my mate’s groan under my hands. Tearing my mouth away from my first mate, I leaned over so I could kiss my alpha under me, needing him closer to his climax.

He opened his mouth for me, letting me explore and tease my tongue against his. Together, our pace started to become brutal, his hands helping to slam me down against him as he thrusted up into me.

Slick poured from me, running down my mate’s hips as my body made more in preparation for his knot. Someone was catching just enough to wet the tip of their finger and press it against my clit.

I screamed in pleasure, just that little bit of pressure enough that my body wanted to come but held back until my mate started knotting me.

My head fell onto his chest as I continued to sink harder onto him. Words that I hoped were pleas came pouring past my lips until he finally moved his hands toward my hips and held me down, his knot forming.

The pleasure had my climax shattering me until I was more a lump of bones and muscles and nerves than an actual conscious person.

I was heaving in air, trying to remember how to breathe as I rested on top of my mate. Each pulse from his cock had my inner muscles tensing to keep as much cum inside me as possible.

Hands ran over my thighs, rubbing them and moving my legs so my knees were back down on the floor. I sighed, feeling completely comfortable and safe in that moment. My eyelids fluttered shut as I inhaled the tropical scent. Mixed with arousal, it was basically sex on the beach.

More time passed as I waited for my mate to finish filling me with his cum. I wanted to trace my fingers down his chest and stomach, but just the thought of moving my arms or even my fingers, felt like too much.

Eventually, the knot inside me was shrinking, the mixed cum from our arousal making me sad as it dripped out from my core.

I barely had time to mourn the loss of another knot when my body warned me it wouldn’t allow me enough time to do anything but find another cock to mount. My lower abdomen clenched in a small cramp, reminding me of my body’s demands.

“Knot,” I demanded.

Before I could position myself back on my mate’s cock again, I was lifted off, the scent of pumpkin keeping me calm and arousing my excitement. My mouth began to water, like it was excited for a taste of something to come.

“You’ll get your knot, omega,” the alpha behind me said.

We were both on our knees, my alpha positioned behind me. He wrapped one arm around my hips and the other around my chest, keeping me pinned against him. His mouth came down to plant kisses against my neck and shoulder until I went pliant in his grasp.

Someone traced a finger along my cheek, and I snapped my head up, not knowing when I relaxed it against my mate’s shoulder. There was a dull ache coming from there and I ignored it. Nothing would hurt more than the cramps if I didn’t get knotted soon.

The scent of berries was in front of me, their mix of sweet and sour already burning my cheeks with the delicious flavor.

“Want to taste me, omega?” my alpha asked.

Yes. I lunged for him, desperate for a taste but was stopped by the alpha still pinning me against him. “Patience, omega.”

I whimpered.

“Yes. Now, do as you’re told. Get on all fours and open your mouth for your alpha. Tongue out.”

His words were hard to fully understand, yet my body seemed to move of its own accord. This time, rather than lowering my chest to the ground, I stayed up on the palms of my hands. Even though my knees remained on the floor, I spread them a few more inches apart so my mate behind me could easily press against me.

As soon as I stuck my tongue out, I tasted the precum leaking from my mate’s cock. It was so delicious, like someone had blended up a bunch of different berries and I was able to drink it down.

I licked at the head, demanding more of the taste.

“Take him deeper,” a voice recommended.

I obliged, pulling off first to lick all around his dick, getting him nice and wet before taking him back into my mouth. As I worked on taking him deeper, suddenly craving the feel of him at the back of my throat, my mate behind me started to play with my body.

He gripped both of my cheeks in his hands, spreading them like he wanted a full view of every inch of me. Then he dipped his fingers into my drenched core, his barely curved fingers pressing against my inner walls. It took my blurry brain a few extra moments to figure out what he was doing—dragging out all the cum left inside me from my other mates.

When he finished, I heard him say something that had my mate in front of me pulling away. I tried to reach for him but was distracted by the fingers suddenly waving in my face. I could see the wetness dripping between the two tightly pressed fingers and I knew what my mate wanted. Leaning forward, I took them into my mouth, tasting my slick and my mates’ cum.

I cleaned off the fingers until he pulled them away. I mewled at the loss, the sound cutting off when he pressed himself against my entrance and then slowly pushed all the way inside.

Tapping against my lips, I felt the head of my other mate’s cock, not even hesitating as I licked it again, taking it into my mouth.

That taste of arousal on his tip made me suck harder, wanting more.

My two mates and I were pulled into a vicious cycle. I sucked on the berry flavored cock, making my alpha groan and flex his hips for more, effectively turning on my mate behind me, thrusting harder into my core which forced me to take my alpha deeper.

The scents of berries and spiced pumpkin somehow complemented each other. They weren’t too sweet or too fruity.

“I’m almost there,” my alpha behind me said.

Every muscle in my body seemed to understand those words, clenching down harder and releasing more slick to encourage his knot.

“Listen to me, omega.” A hand touched my cheek and I leaned into it as best I could with my head still on his cock and my neck unable to move too much. “I’m going to knot your mouth. That means you won’t be able to pull away, understand?”

All I heard was the word ‘knot’ and I was nodding my head. I wanted a knot, his knot.

The alpha growled, his frustration tainting his arousal. I didn’t like that at all.

When he tried to pull out, I felt my own panic start to rise, my instincts telling me that my alpha was rejecting me. Then he stopped pulling away just as the tip of his head was still in my mouth.

Around me, male voices were talking, and even though I couldn’t truly understand their words, I recognized all the voices as my mates’. I worked even harder to please my alpha, licking and sucking and just barely scraping my teeth along his glands, taking him deep in my throat again like I knew he enjoyed.

Some decision seemed to have been made because my pumpkin scented mate behind me started taking me roughly, his hands around my hips helping to pull me back harder onto him. I was pushed and pulled between the two cocks, and I loved every minute—every second of it.

My mate between my legs came first, knotting me and making me call out around my other mate’s cock in pleasure. Then I felt it, the slight increase against my tongue, forcing it flat against the bottom of my mouth as my alpha’s knot grew. He was locked in place behind my teeth, forcing me to breathe through my nose.

This orgasm truly did reach every part of me. From my tongue and cheeks to my stomach and even down to my toes. I was just a body of pleasure, completely relaxed and unaware of everything except the two knots and the electric bliss occasionally shocking my nerves.

Carefully, and so, so slowly, both mates seemed to move in unison, lowering all three of us against the nest’s mattress. My head was gently placed on my alpha’s thigh and the rest of my body turned sideways as well, the alpha behind me curving his body against mine so that both our heads were resting on the same leg.

I loved feeling my alpha’s cum settle in my stomach even if I wished to taste it. As my eyes closed, I enjoyed the feeling of so many hands touching me. Petting my hair, squeezing my ass, fondling my breasts, even peppered kisses along my face as if the pair of lips was drawing each of my features.

A purr started up in my chest, and four answering ones responded. This moment was the best in my life.

Unfortunately, knots didn’t last forever. I lost both eventually and then I was ready for more. My heat demanded only knots and cum.

When one of my mates waited too long to start fucking me, my lower abdomen and core would spasm with painful cramps, reminding me that I needed to be filled.

There was no time for sleep except when I was knotted onto a cock. If my mates took me two at a time, however, my orgasm would be so strong that it would knock me out for even longer. And on the rare occasion that I got three of my four mates at one time, I completely blacked out after that.

I had no idea how much time passed—and I didn’t care.

And then, what felt like randomly, with a knot lodged into my core, I felt the fog of my heat officially clear.