CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

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SOFIA

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Demon’s growl reverberated through the basement, low and feral, making my skin prickle and my thighs clench. The sight of him stole my breath, a raw, primal masterpiece laid bare before me. Demon’s broad chest rose and fell with each labored breath, his skin slick with a sheen of sweat that clung to the sculpted ridges of his abs, catching the dim light overhead.

Every muscle in his arms was taut, veins tracing his forearms like rivers of raw power, leading up to his thick, roped biceps that flexed against his restraints. My gaze dipped lower, tracing the sharp cut of his V-line as it disappeared into the dark curls at the base of his cock. And oh, his cock – thick, throbbing, and demanding attention.

His knot was swollen, engorged. I wanted to twirl my tongue over it, tracing its heat before licking away the slick sheen of precum glistening along his shaft. His toned thighs trembled, powerful and straining against the cuffs around his ankles, every corded muscle begging for release. This alpha was beautiful, his body a work of art. He was a force of nature, and I wanted to drown in him.

“Leave,” he barked, not an alpha bark, but it was still rough and guttural.

But there was something in his tone, beneath the order, a thread of desperation that held me in place. My feet refused to move, and when I glanced at Greek, his wide eyes were locked on Demon’s cock that was glistening and leaking, thick and heavy against his stomach. Greek was breathing fast, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Are you okay, Greek?” I asked, the words catching in my throat as the heady scent of rut filled the air, combining with Greek’s own sweet slick.

The scent was so amazing that I wanted to bottle it up and wear it as a lotion so everyone around me knew who I belonged to. Greek took a shaky step closer to the bed, his lips parted and his breathing shallow. He looked transfixed, his gaze glued to the alpha’s cock like it held all the answers to his unspoken desires. I reached out, touching his arm lightly, loving the feel of his warm skin against mine.

“Greek, what’s wrong?”

Greek swallowed and then looked at me. He pointed at Demon and asked, “Is this because of us?”

Was it?

“Demon,” I spoke to the large alpha strapped to the bed. “You were just fine. How did you suddenly go into a rut?”

Demon’s head tipped back against the bed, his jaw clenched tightly, and his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. “You... together... seeing you two,” he growled, his voice strained. “It triggered... my rut.”

My heart pounded at his confession, my body already too hot, too needy. He was rutting because of us, because he’d seen me riding Greek like there was no tomorrow.

“Demon,” I whispered, taking a tentative step forward.

I didn’t even know what I was going to say. All I knew was that I couldn’t leave him like this. Beside me, Greek whimpered as Demon grunted and thrust into the air, his knot thick at the base of his cock.

“What do you need?” I asked our alpha, my voice trembling slightly as I moved my hand to Greek’s cock, wrapping my fingers around his length, hoping to help calm him a little.

His cock was slick and hot, already dripping with his arousal. I stroked him slowly, needing to do something, anything, to keep from being overwhelmed by the way my own body responded to the room’s intensity.

Demon’s head snapped to my hand, which was working Greek’s cock. Another growl tore through him, making me and our omega tremble. Demon’s blue eyes were wild, blazing with need and a hint of fear.

“You can’t help... me,” He groaned, gaze focusing for a moment. “I don’t... I’ll be fine. Twelve hours. That’s all it takes. The cuffs... will unlock... twelve hours.” His voice was tight, forced. Our poor alpha was barely holding himself together.

“Twelve hours?” Greek asked, his voice trembling as I continued to stroke him. He licked his lips, his eyes darting from Demon’s face to the throbbing cock that seemed to dominate the space between us. “Do you usually just... suffer down here during your ruts?”

Demon’s jaw worked, the muscles flexing as he gritted his teeth. “Yeah,” he bit out, his breath coming in heavy bursts.

My mind was racing with this new information. Did this mean what I thought it meant? Surely not! I exchanged a glance with Greek, his pupils blown wide with arousal, and I could feel my own body responding in kind, aching with the need to help. But in his gaze, I saw the same thing I was thinking. Impossible! Right?

“Demon,” I began, hesitating only for a second before the words tumbled out. “Have you... are you a virgin?”

The question hung in the air, the weight of it pressing down on all of us. Demon’s eyes snapped shut, his hands curling into fists against the restraints as his chest heaved.

His lips parted, and after a long pause, he said, “There’s never been anyone... I felt safe... with. Also... I’m... a big man. I don’t want to... hurt anyone.”

A strangled whimper escaped Greek, and when I turned to look at him, his cheeks were flushed, his eyes fixed on Demon’s cock. He looked ravenous, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he stared, unable to tear his gaze away. Demon’s confession had aroused our omega further. Our little omega wanted to be our alpha’s first.

I would make sure that happened. I tightened my grip on Greek’s cock, his slick making my hand glide effortlessly over his length. His hips bucked into my touch, and I felt his cock twitch in my palm.

“Greek,” I whispered, and he looked at me, his expression open, raw. “Our alpha is very big. The biggest I’ve seen. Is he the biggest you’ve seen, omega?”

Greek whimpered and nodded. The sound and admission caused Demon’s hips to jerk, more precum spilling forth, perfuming the room. Demon fucked the air, straining against his cuffs. If I didn’t get filled with cock soon, I feared my pussy would detach itself from me and go hunt for wild cock on her own. I swallowed, fighting for control. I was a beta, damn it. I didn’t lose control in situations like these. So, why the hell did I feel close to snapping?

Swallowing, I continued, “Greek, do you think you can handle all of Demon? Every hard inch?”

Demon closed his eyes like he was afraid to know the answer. Greek, on the other hand, throbbed against my palm, slick coating my fingers as he nodded, fucking my hand.

“Good,” I murmured, eyes straying to our virgin alpha. “I believe I can handle it, too.”

Upon hearing that, Demon's hips bucked, causing the bed to rock. Lust clawed at me, intense and unrelenting, but I forced myself to focus. We needed to think ahead and plan. Hours of fucking were going to wear all of us down.

Demon’s rut wasn’t going to be satisfied with a quick tumble. We would need things nearby to keep our energy and stamina up during the entire rut. Water, food, towels. Maybe pain pills because I was pretty sure Demon’s beast of a cock was going to leave us sore. I felt sorry and jealous of Greek’s ass. That knot was going to stretch him beautifully.

"I don’t want to hurt either of you," Demon ground out, his voice raw and strained.

"You won't," I said. "We trust you, big guy. And we’re not leaving you to go through this alone. Come with me, Greek,” I said, tugging on his arm.

He whimpered, his wide, pleading eyes fixed on Demon. His body screamed reluctance, slick still dripping down his thighs as he trembled. It took every ounce of willpower not to shove him onto the bed and watch him have his way with our alpha. But I knew better. We needed to prepare if we were going to make it through this.

“We’ll be down here with him for a while,” I said firmly, gripping Greek’s wrist a little tighter. “We’ll need water, food, and... I don’t even know what else yet.”

A guttural growl came from Demon. I looked in his direction. The clarity and focus that had been in his eyes moments ago was gone. His pupils were blown, the corner of his mouth curled in a snarl that made him look ferociously sexy. He leaned toward us, straining his entire body as if he could actually break free and get to us. For a second, I wondered if he could.

“Need you,” he growled, the words ragged, broken. “Need you both. Mine. All mine.”

I shivered, his voice tugging at the fire in my belly, but I pulled Greek back before he could stumble into Demon’s lap.

“Yes, alpha, we are yours,” I told him softly, ready to surrender all to this man. “And you’ll have us. Soon. We just need to get ready first.”

Demon’s piercing blue gaze raked over us, raw and hungry, his pupils blown wide with need. I could see the effort it took for him to hold himself back, the tension rippling through his restrained body. The sight almost broke me, but I gritted my teeth and turned toward the stairs.

“Come on, Greek,” I said again, pulling him with me.

Greek groaned, stumbling as he reluctantly followed. His arousal was obvious, his cock glistening as he moved. The smell of him mingled with Demon’s intoxicating rut scent. Both were clouding my thoughts. It would have been easy, too easy, to just turn back. To let instinct take over.

But I dragged us both up the stairs, ignoring the ache low in my belly. The door to the basement creaked as we opened it, and the cool air of the main floor felt almost jarring against my overheated skin. Greek sagged against me when we reached the kitchen, where the rut haze was less intense.

“Sofia,” he murmured, sounding tortured. “How can anyone smell that damn good and look that sexy? If you hadn’t pulled me away...” He paused and closed his eyes.

He didn’t have to say more. I already knew the answer.

“Help me,” I told him, brushing sweaty strands of hair from his face. “I know you need him, and he needs you too. We’ll go right back down as soon as we get what we need. Just help me grab a few things.”

His lips parted like he was going to argue, but then he nodded, shaky but willing. Together, we grabbed bottles of water and Gatorade from the fridge, their coolness almost biting against my overheated palms.

I shoved them into a bag I found on the counter, along with a few snacks: plain crackers, cheese crackers, protein bars, a jar of peanut butter, anything that wouldn’t require much effort to eat. I grabbed a few spoons out of the drawer for smearing peanut butter onto crackers. Then I spotted a loaf of bread and grabbed that also. Peanut butter sandwiches would work, too.

“I found this,” Greek told me, holding up a box of beef jerky.

“Perfect. Thanks.”

He smiled brightly and placed it in his bag. “I’ll get more water. We’ll need it. There are some jugs of water on the floor in the corner. I’ll grab a couple.”

“Thanks, Greek,” I said as my eyes landed on the fruit basket in the center of the table. I grabbed that also, arms now full. “This may be too much. If so, that’s fine. You ready to head back down?”

Greek nodded. We headed back to the basement. My stomach churned with anticipation, the ache in my belly growing sharper. Greek stumbled slightly as we opened the door, his slick scent spiking as he took a deep breath of the rut-filled air wafting up the stairs.

“You okay?” I asked, glancing at him as we started descending.

His eyes were wide, his face flushed, but he nodded. “I’m just... I’ve never smelled anything like that before.”

“Neither have I,” I admitted, my voice a little breathless.

“This may trigger my heat,” he told me.

Damn it. Why hadn’t I thought of that? Heats lasted longer than most ruts. Greek nibbled his lower lip, looking nervous.

“If it does, we’ll handle it,” I assured him. “During one of our breaks, I’ll go up and get things from your nest and bring them down here.”

His gaze swept to mine. “You will?”

“I promise.”

My omega leaned forward and captured my lips in a kiss that made my toes curl. I melted into him, the ache in my belly easing at the taste of him. A loud roar from the basement brought our kiss to an end.

“Need you now!” Demon growled. “Must have you both now,” he roared.

Greek’s whimper sounded so pitiful.

“Let’s go to our alpha,” I told him.

We stepped over the threshold, and I closed the door behind us. We walked down the steps cautiously to keep from dropping our items. Demon’s scent hit us full force as we reached the basement floor, smoky cedarwood and leather enveloping us. My knees nearly buckled, and Greek moaned beside me.

Clearing my throat, I led Greek over to a table in the corner of the room, where we quickly unloaded our items. Greek’s hands were shaking so badly that he dropped a few items, apologizing every time he did so. Yeah, our omega needed to be knotted by our Demon as soon as possible.

Demon’s growl rumbled through the space, low and dangerous. My heart pounded as I locked eyes with him. He lay sprawled on the bed, his massive body straining against the restraints, his piercing eyes glowing with hunger as they tracked our every movement. His eyes were darker now.

Our alpha was more beast than man now. That should frighten me, or at least make me nervous. All it did was make me wish I could take that thick knot of his. Demon's next growl rumbled through the room, vibrating in the very air around us as I tore my gaze from his and resumed what I was doing.

Greek lingered at my side, his scent rich and sweet, his own desire unmistakable. He glanced at me, his chest rising and falling as if every breath cost him effort. I reached out, brushing my fingers down his arm in a quiet reassurance before turning back to Demon. The alpha's massive body was tense, every muscle taut as he lay cuffed to the bed. His jaw clenched, and beads of sweat rolled down his temples.

"We're ready," I said softly, stepping closer to the bed, my voice calm despite the racing of my heart. "Let us help you, Demon."

Our alpha didn’t respond. But there was a loud, unceasing growl reverberating through his chest as he watched us with those predatory eyes of his. Like a lion stalking his prey. Except in this case, he wasn’t coming to us. We were walking right into the lion’s den, ready to be devoured by the beast.

Greek moved first, his delicate, sure movements drawing my attention. He climbed onto the bed, positioning himself beside Demon with a surprising confidence that made me so damn proud of him. His hands were trembling as he touched the alpha’s chest, his pale skin stark against Demon’s broad, scarred frame.

The light touch made our alpha shudder, eyes locked on Greek’s. Demon licked his lips slowly. The sight was sexy as hell. A soft whimper escaped Greek’s lips as he leaned down to press a tentative kiss to Demon’s chest. Demon’s whole body tensed, his arms jerking against the cuffs. If the violent movement frightened Greek, he didn’t let it show.

"Greek..." Demon growled, the sound low and guttural.

Greek flicked his tongue over Demon’s nipple. Demon’s hips bucked. I took that as my cue. I walked around the bed and climbed on, moving to the other side of Demon, almost touching the basement wall. I crawled forward, my hands gliding over Demon’s muscular thighs as I moved, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips.

This alpha was perfect in every way, from his intense eyes to the scar on his face, down to his thick knot and cock, to his large feet that proved shoe size does matter. His scent, raw and earthy, washed over me, setting my body aflame. I stopped near his face, cupping his jaw as I leaned down to kiss him.

My breasts grazed his shoulder, my hair spilling across his pillow as our lips met. The world around us seemed to dissolve, leaving only the taste of him and the fire building between us. His mouth was hesitant for a heartbeat, but then his restraint snapped. A low growl rumbled from his chest, reverberating through me, as his lips parted and his tongue swept against mine.

Oh! My! Fucking! Gosh!

His taste exploded in my mouth as his tongue danced with mine. His kiss was as demanding as it was intoxicating, a raw clash of need and hunger that left me breathless. His stubble grazed my chin, the roughness adding an edge to the softness of his lips. He kissed like a man starved, as though every second of contact wasn’t enough to satisfy the hunger that burned in him.

His tongue tangled with mine, sliding and tasting, teasing and claiming in equal measure. I tilted my head, deepening the kiss, and his response was immediate. His large hands, still restrained, flexed above his head, the chains clinking faintly as he strained against them. His hips bucked again, and I moaned softly into his mouth.

His growl deepened at the sound, his teeth grazing my bottom lip before pulling it into his mouth. It was possessive, wild, and everything I didn’t know I craved until now. My fingers dug into the hard planes of his jaw, feeling the tension there, feeling the raw power he kept just barely in check.

I broke the kiss, panting, my forehead pressed to his as our breaths mingled. I struggled to catch my breath, unable to believe a kiss had gotten me that riled up. His gaze was molten, his blue eyes searing into mine, filled with a need that left me trembling. My lips tingled, swollen, and wet from his kiss. I felt the heat of his gaze trace every inch of me as though he wanted to kiss every inch of my body.

“Demon,” I whispered, my voice husky with want.

“More,” he demanded. “Need more.”

I swallowed, still tasting him on my tongue as I looked over at Greek. It was time to give our alpha exactly what he needed.