34. Lorcán

I'm notmuch of a gambler, but there's no way I would have placed odds on Finn joining us for Elena's heat.

He gets down on his knees and places her on the bed delicately—almost tenderly—which isn't a word I'd ever use to describe my half-brother. But Elena has that effect on people, at least, I know she did on me.

"Clothes off," Elena whines, waving her hand at all of us.

Long gone is the nervous woman who was worried about her heat. Her baser instincts are in charge and so are ours.

The room is embedded with her scent, and I can see the control it has over the Alphas in the room, myself included.

It's this primal need taking over. Like my only purpose is to make sure that Elena is cared for, that she's covered in my scent and cum.

The lighting in the nest is low, enough to see everything that's going on while also not being too bright that you couldn't easily fall asleep.

"I shouldn't be the first," Finn rasps, and for the first time in a long time, I agree.

We're all in different stages of undress, and I'm at least thankful I've known all the men since I was thirteen. Seeing each other naked isn't a big deal.

Sharing with Declan is easy. I trust him with my life. But Cillian and Finn are a different story. As far as we've come as brothers, there's still a long way to go.

As soon as I'm fully undressed, I take the initiative to crawl onto the soft bed and cover her body.

I think about everything I've looked up, the endless hours of research I've done on Omegas in heat.

It's the triple-A's. Affirmations, affection, and attention to detail.

I cradle the side of her head, noting her skin is hot to the touch. "You're such a good Omega. You want to make your Alphas happy, don't you, princess?"

She nods her head as she slides my thumb into her mouth and begins to suck. She whimpers around my finger, and I know she must be in serious discomfort.

"What do you need?"

"Everything. Knots. Please."

"Get on your knees and present for your Alpha, princess."

She moans, flipping onto her stomach, perching her ass high in the air. Cillian lies at the head of the bed stroking his cock, and so does Declan. Finn is noticeably in the corner of the room, watching, waiting, or possibly trying to figure out where his place is in this configuration. All I know is if he attempts to leave, he's going to be shit out of luck.

I finger her pussy, slick dripping down her thighs and over my hands. As badly as I want to eat her out, the need to rut her, knot her, and fill her with my cum is too overwhelming.

Her heat is going to last for days. There's plenty of time for my mouth to be on her cunt.

I squeeze her ass, and she moans. Her hands are exploring Cillian, but she's in too much need to do anything about the dick currently pressed near her face.

I fist myself, coating my cock in her essence.

"You smell so good, addictive. Such a good Omega." I squeeze her ass again. "My knot is going to make you feel so much better, sweet girl."

I thrust into her, and her back arches, her nails digging into Cillian's thigh as he pets her hair.

Declan, of course, is just jerking himself off as he watches me fuck her, and I focus on where my length fucks in and out of her.

The sound is salacious. Her pussy clenches and gushes with each snap of my hips.

My hand strokes down her back. She's hot and dewy with sweat.

"Are you going to come when I give you my knot?" I ask her, she moans into the sheets, her nails still digging into Cillian's leg.

There's almost no finesse to my thrusts. Not with her looking like this, smelling like this, and taking me first.

I feel feral and possessive.

She was mine first, and she'll be mine forever… if I just lean over and sink my teeth into her. I grab her hips and fuck her harder as I think about it. How good it would feel having my knot and teeth deep inside of her at the same time, how fucking right it would be.

My pelvis slaps against her luscious ass, and I'm sure I'm leaving bruises on her hips as I fuck her. But she doesn't complain, doesn't whimper.

I'm so close.

God, I want her more than I've ever wanted anything in my life. Even deep inside of her cunt, I don't feel close enough. I need every inch of me pressed against every inch of her. There's this irrational need to squeeze her against my body so tightly that she'll never be able to leave me.

I need to make her mine.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

A spray of water hits me in the face, and I sputter, stalling my thrusts as I look up at Declan, who's holding a water gun.

"No bonding."

"I wasn't going to," I lie.

"Yeah, fucking right. Knots only," he scolds.

Elena whimpers, hating that idea completely, and Declan rubs her neck, specifically kneading her pulse point while I continue fucking her.

Her pussy clenches around me when she moans, and I can't wait any longer as I press my knot deep inside of her. There's still this festering need to sink my teeth into her flesh and tie us together forever, but I bite my bottom lip instead as my knot swells.

I throw my head back in ecstasy as she takes me completely. Her legs buckle, and she's flat on her stomach as I continue rutting into her, pushing my knot into her cunt as much as I can and filling her with my cum.

Her moans are muffled into the sheets as Cillian plays with her hair and Declan keeps kneading her throat. Her pussy is like a vice, and I know I'm going to be deep inside of her for a long moment.

I greedily like the idea of her being mine for the moment—before I inevitably have to share.

She smells like me, and this claiming calms this obsessive need to mark her. I know I won't be able to stifle this feeling for long. It's hard to think when my knot is inside of her, and her sticky, sweet, vanilla pheromones are basically choking me to death.

Biologically, we're driven to do this, to mate, mark, and impregnate.

But I know we aren't there yet.

I groan, my hips thrusting intermittently, not wanting this feeling to end. I massage her back and hips as we wait for my knot to go down.

"You did so good, princess," I tell her.

"Elena, how do you feel?" Cillian asks.

"More," she moans.

And so starts endless days of debauchery.