Heat of the Moment

Mikael

W e've just pulled Eli off of Charlotte and I have to take a moment to pull myself together.

What if I would have gone feral like that when I was alone with Charlotte? I shudder at the thought.

The only reason I'm able to keep my sanity right now is because Charlotte needs us. But when I think about everything that's happened in the last few hours I kind of want to throw up.

I gave in. I mean, I knew I was always going to give in, or at least some little part of me did. I just didn't realize that letting my pheromones win meant I'd have to pull my friend off of our Omega before he bonded without her consent.

Or just figuring out how to take care of her when she can't do it herself.

I can barely take care of myself in my own life. But Charlotte is more important; she's a reason to figure it out.

Fuck, I never thought I'd catch myself thinking that.

Maybe it's because I knotted someone for the first time, or it's the way her scent is nearly choking us all to death and making us act like we're working off one collective brain cell. No, it's more than that, and I know it.

It's Charlotte.

It's everything about her that I tried to deny, that I tried to push to the back of my mind and act like it didn't matter. I was so stupid for thinking even for a moment that I could deny my scent match.

She's mine. She's ours. And we're doing our best to figure all of this out. We'll be okay, we've just got to make sure that we don't bond with her and that she isn't in too much pain or her fever gets too high. Right?

Shit.

As I'm collecting snacks and other supplies I Google Omegas heats to get the gist of things. Anders can't be awake all the time and telling us what to do. There's got to be some accountability on mine and Eli's end.

Everything I'm reading seems pretty basic, even Eli's behavior earlier seems pretty standard.

But some major takeaways are how important it is to keep your Omega calm, hydrated, and fed.

It almost feels like they are talking about keeping a creature alive, but I bypass that and skim as much as I can, as I lug everything upstairs.

Eli is on the lounge chair and I sit on the side and slap his shoulder.

"You okay?" I ask, and he takes a deep breath. "I don't know what I'm doing either, but I think you did a good job," I assure my friend, captain, and now I guess packmate?

He gives me a tight smile as we devour our food.

We're going to need our strength. That's for fucking sure.

Anders isn't sleeping and Charlotte is currently reaching into my boxer briefs looking for my cock.

She doesn't even open her eyes, just nuzzles her face against my chest as she searches for the thing she wants.

"What is it, Kulta ?" Anders asks in a groggy voice.

I feel bad that he's been staying up and playing referee, but I understand his fear. I'm scared that I might bond her, but I think that fear is what's keeping me in check. It's what's keeping us all in check.

Charlotte lightly bites my chest and I wince.

"What the fuck?" I hiss.

"What?" Anders asks, blinking away his tiredness.

"She bit me," I say, which makes Charlotte do it again.

"That was hardly a bite," Anders says, and I glare at him.

"Go bite him," I tell her, and she actually turns around and bites Anders on the chest. He winces but tries to hide the discomfort.

"Maybe no biting," Anders says.

"See," I snap back, and he sighs.

Charlotte turns back to me with a pout, and I can't help but want to give in. Is this my life now? Giving into every whim this Omega has?

I'm trying hard not to think beyond her heat, because I know things are only going to get more complicated the moment she's back to herself. I don't think any of us really want to deal with that harsh reality.

"What does our little Omega need?" I ask her and she grabs my cock.

"Full," she whispers.

I tug down my underwear and she groans as we both turn on our sides. I'm glad she at least somewhat communicates during her heat. When I was reading about Omegas in their heat it said some Omegas go mute, and I'm not sure how we would fare without some direction.

Her back is pressed against my front as I grip her thigh and spread her for me. My cock slides into her with ease as she moans against Anders' mouth. He helps me hold her thigh as I slide in and out of her.

Slick pools over my thighs and balls before pooling on the bed. Each thrust is met with a salacious wet slap of our bodies and all I can think about is how good this feels.

This moment is a total cluster fuck, but it's also perfect.

I'm not sure I could go through this with anyone else besides Anders and Eli. As much as we've argued over the Omega that I'm balls deep in right now, I've got to admit, they were right.

She's ours and there's no denying that this is forever.

It's scary, but it's also overwhelmingly perfect.

"This pussy is so perfect," I mumble against her hair and she presses her ass harder against my body.

My grip on her thigh increases with my pace as Anders slides his hand to her clit, not caring that I'm the one fucking her right now.

I didn't know what it would be like to share, and I'll admit I want Charlotte to myself, but I don't hate it either.

"Do you want him to knot you, Kulta ? Would that feel good?" Anders asks her and she nods, her hand coming to rest on top of mine as I bow her back and press my knot deep inside of her.

Anders holds her face as she pants with pleasure.

"Come on my knot, mon sucre d'érable," I tell her, needing to feel her perfect Omega cunt wrapped around me.

Her pussy is holding me like a vice as I rut into her, canting my hips as much as I can, until she moans, tossing her head back, to where I have a mouthful of hair.

Charlotte's scent cocooning me along with how good she feels wrapped around me has me spilling deep inside of her.

"Good girl," Anders praises her as I breathe heavily against her body, slowly putting her leg down and circling her in my arms.

"Very good girl," I tell her.

She nestles closer to me, dragging Anders with her. It's like no matter how physically close we are to her, it will never be close enough.

The thought of having to go our separate ways in a few days hits me like a rock in my chest.

How am I supposed to leave her behind after such an intense milestone like this?

I slide my hand down her front, my knuckles grazing Anders', before he moves. I gather some of her slick on my fingers before dragging it to her mouth. I've never felt so possessive over someone before, but it's like I need her to understand that she belongs to me—to us.

"Taste how perfect you are, mon sucre d'érable. How mine you are," I tell her.

She eagerly sucks on my coated fingers, humming in approval and keeping my fingers in her mouth longer than needed. But I find I quite like it, I've liked everything during her heat more than I thought I would.

It's a heady feeling to be in charge of someone's care. I never wanted the responsibility, or thought I deserved it. But when it comes to Charlotte, come hell or high water, I'm going to try and be good enough for her.

My fingers slide out from between her lips and she sighs, holding us both close.

I realize at that moment, I haven't thought about hockey once.

I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad sign.

Charlotte

All is right in the world.

Except that these Alphas won't bond me.

I was so close, so close to getting my sweet freckled one to bond me, and the others pulled him off of me.

I'm trying really hard to not get mad over the fact they aren't giving me what I want, well mostly.

They're giving me tons of knots, kisses, and praise, which is everything I ever wanted during heat.

Besides the bonds that they're withholding from me.

My broody Alpha's cock and knot have gone soft and I adjust myself ever so slightly so he falls out of me. The kind one in front of me mumbles in his sleep and I make sure I don't wake him up.

He's very anti-bonding, and I don't like that one bit.

My sweet freckled Alpha sits on the lounge chair. Maybe if I seduce him with the other two asleep, I'll get what I want.

It seems as though I've worn the two Alphas out, as they don't really move as I slink out of the bed and sit before my Alphas spread legs. He's sleeping sitting up, but as soon as I rub my face against his thighs, he perks right up.

Good Alpha.

"Hey, baby. You okay?" he asks, grabbing me by the arms and pulling me on his lap.

He doesn't care about how much of a delicious mess I am. Their scents surround me and cover me in the best possible way. I never want to wash a single blanket, or my skin ever again.

Everything right now is perfect.

Minus the lack of bond marks.

I trail my fingers over his jaw, and the smooth freckled skin of his collarbone. He's so sweet, and inexperienced with Omegas.

Which is good, because if he had another Omega, I'd probably kill—

"Baby, what's wrong, why is your brow all furrowed?" he asks, pushing his thumb over the skin of my forehead and flattening it out.

What's wrong is envisioning this Alpha with anyone other than me. I definitely need him to bond me right now so that everyone knows he belongs to me.

"Are you hurting?" he asks.

I nod my head, because the thought and lack of bond marks on my flesh does hurt me.

Something is nagging me, probably the reality of our situation and all the bullshit I need to worry about when I'm out of my heat. But I can't focus on that right now, all I can focus on is being claimed and claiming my Alphas in return.

I slide down his boxers and stroke his cock a few times, before he's nice and hard for me. We both sigh as I move down his length.

"Please," I whisper, holding the back of his head against my neck. "Please," I beg again.

The Alpha fucks me from below as his lips wrap around my throat and he sucks heavily on the skin.

I tug on his hair.

"More."

He sucks harder, but he doesn't use his teeth. I tug his head back and he winces at my force as I glare down at him.

"Baby, we can't. I'm trying to stay in control here."

Control is fucking stupid.

I need him to lose his mind over me.

Feeling petulant and frustrated I slide all the way down, taking his growing knot inside of me.

"Please," I whisper, glancing up at him.

"You're not playing fair, Charlotte," he says as I grind down on his knot.

He's swelling inside of me and I smile over the fact that I'll be filled with all of their cum at the same time.

Filled but not bonded.

This is some shit.

"Alpha, please," I say.

His hands are shaking as he holds my hips and I feel like I'm about to break him as a sharp swat hits my ass, making me moan and flinch around my Alphas knot.

When I turn around, my now not-so-kind Alpha stands there, glaring at me.

"Not nice, Kulta ," he chastises.

I pout and his face immediately falls.

"I didn't mean you're mean. Well…maybe a little bit. Eli is barely holding on," he says.

Good, he should stop holding on completely and sink his teeth into me, tying us together for the rest of eternity.

I ignore him and kiss the Alpha's neck whose cock is deep inside of me. Every movement of my hips is sending him further over the edge.

A strong, but gentle hand wraps around my hair, tilting my head back. The mean Alpha who won't let anyone bond me kisses me, which is wholly distracting.

He tastes just like his scent, fresh and clean.

He might be mean right now, but he's sexy and thoughtful, and completely mine.

I grab his cock, needing him to break too. Maybe they can both bond me at the same time. It would feel spectacular.

I need them to want me.

I need this to be forever.

"You're ours, Kulta . We're not going anywhere," he says.

I just stroke his cock even more, before he scoots in closer, so that I can lick and suck his length while sitting taking my other Alpha's knot.

He's nearly completely swollen inside of me, and I need more.

"Our Omega is so good to us," the mean but usually kind Alpha says as I swallow down his cock, loving the taste of him.

"So good," the other Alpha says, his grip on my hip is bruising.

Yes.

Mark me.

Claim me.

He bucks underneath me, rutting into me with no abandon. I moan and garble around the other Alpha's cock as I take him.

Drool is dripping out of the side of my mouth as he pulls out of my lips and whimpers and moans spill out instead.

I'm entranced as he strokes his own cock, holding his knot with a firm fist. He throws his head back as his cum spurts onto my chest.

Immediately I'm rubbing it into my skin, even while I nearly lose myself as my Alpha knots and ruts me from below.

It might not be the bond mark I wanted, but it's a claim I can't deny.

When the Alpha rutting me glances at my neck, I wonder if I'll get what I want after all. But the other covers my neck and collarbone with his hands gently, removing any temptation.

He truly is ruining my well laid plans and it's pissing me off.

I quickly forget my irritation as a strong orgasm barrels through me, all of the pain and confusion ripping from my body as I experience pure bliss. There's nothing to worry about except for how fucking good I feel.

My Alpha is making pained noises, and when I come back to and blink at him, he's breathing quickly through his mouth, and his hands are gripping the side of the chair.

"You good?"

"Yeah. I'm good," he replies through gritted teeth.

I smile at him. I should absolutely have this effect on him, anything less than feral for me is unacceptable.

Hands leave my neck and collarbone, I immediately miss them.

He kisses the top of my head and walks away.

Part of me thinks about crying over it.

"He'll be right back," the Alpha I'm knotted to says.

I glance back to the bathroom and grab the back of his head, putting it at my neck.

Instead of taking advantage of the moment, he kisses and sucks the skin instead. How extremely inconsiderate.

The Alpha who is killing all my fun comes back with a warm washcloth, which feels heavenly against my skin, cleaning me off.

Fortunately their scents are so embedded everywhere else, even with the light cleaning it doesn't change much. Though, I think I'd quite like one of them to come on me again, especially if they're not going to give me what I want.

"You need rest, Kulta ," he tells me as my eyes get heavy.

I lean against my Alpha's chest, exhaustion pouring over me.

"Tomorrow," I whisper and both of the Alphas soothe me with their touch.

"What about tomorrow?" one of them asks.

I don't reply as a blanket is wrapped around me where I stay knotted to my Alpha and have a moment of contentment.

Tomorrow I will try again.

These Alphas are going to bond me and give me what I want. I need to make sure they can never leave. They're mine, and I'm never letting them go.