Chapter Twenty-Two

Willow

I was scared until the very last moment. Scared this strange, massive alpha would flip me over and tear me apart.

But when his knot locks in place, I don’t think I’ve ever felt more at peace.

“No damn way you’re still hard,” Kane rumbles, glaring daggers at the alpha whose cock is still buried between my thighs. He’s right—the knot went down a while ago, but it still feels hot and vital inside of me.

The alpha quirks his brow. “Care to bet?”

Kane grunts. The alpha sneaks me a mischievous smile. It shouldn’t make me blush—he’s inside of me, for Christ’s sake—but it does.

“She’s gotta eat,” Kane says.

To this the alpha sighs. “Do you keep anything in the cabin?”

I don’t know if he’s talking to me or Kane, so I’m relieved when Kane answers, “Why don’t you pull out and go check?”

“Why bother, when we have a preferably capable brute at our disposal?”

“The fuck did you call me?”

My inner omega grumbles. Alphas shouldn’t be fighting. I must be grumbling aloud, too, because both of them stiffen.

“Alright,” the other alpha sighs. “I suppose I can be the bigger alpha.” He casts Kane a look, up … and down. “No pun intended.”

Kane adjusts, his stiff cock still on full display. “You want to talk big, you damn freak of nature?”

The alpha nuzzles the top of my head. “You ready for me to pull out, little one?”

Reluctantly, I give a muffled affirmation, and he kisses my hair.

“There’s our brave girl.”

Even as he pulls out, those words make my pussy sing. Our girl. He stands, walking naked out of the room, and my heart thuds. How is it that I feel this empty the second he’s not holding me—this stranger whose name I can’t even recall?

“Willow.”

Kane puts a hand on the side of my jaw. Only then do I realize I’m crying, as he swipes a tear away with his thumb.

“You’re killing me, bunny."

I let my eyes wander, marveling at his long, firm body—muscles bulging and twitching in all the right places.

“Kiss me,” I whisper.

I expect him to smother me like he did before, but instead, his lips flutter against my jaw, finding another stray tear. I don’t notice his hands wandering, lining me up against his cock, until a fresh wave of slick rolls out.

“I don’t know if I can stop,” he confesses.

I smile. “I don’t want you to stop.”

There’s a beat of hesitation, like he’s about to ask if I’m sure, but I guess he can’t hold out anymore. He grips my waist with both hands, plunging me down in one full stroke. My stomach twinges, but the pain is nothing compared to the rush of pleasure.

“ Fuck , omega,” he groans. “How are you still so damn tight?”

“Move,” I beg, “p–please.”

He withdraws a couple inches, then surges back in, hips flush against mine. Whereas the other alpha fucked me in long, full strokes, Kane’s thrusts are short and quick, like he can’t bear to pull out for that long.

He grips my waist harder. “You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this.”

I need to be closer. Need to feel his chest against mine. His breath down my neck. His lips. His everything.

“Don’t stop,” I choke out.

I bury my face in his neck as he picks up speed. His cinnamon scent makes my mouth water, pressing my tongue flat against his pulse.

“Omega,” he splutters. “Are you—?”

He’s not sweet, like I expected, but hot, and potent, and everything my inner omega craves.

“My, my,” a rumbling voice returns to the room. “I leave for two minutes, and you’re already marking him?”

I pull back. Kane takes the opportunity to kiss me again, making sure the other alpha sees. He resumes his brutal pace. “Bite me hard as you want. I’ll keep fucking you ’til you’re full of my knot.”

“Yes,” I gasp, “knot, alpha!”

He groans. “You gotta come f’me first.”

I’m barreling toward climax so fast it could break me. My breathing quickens as I cling to Kane for dear life.

Suddenly there are another set of hands on me—the other alpha placing his palm at the small of my back. He kisses his way up to my neck, his presence a solid, comforting force behind me.

Kane growls. “You had your turn.”

The other alpha chuckles. “I thought you wanted her to come?”

Just like that, he lies in closer, sandwiching me between them. His teeth graze my neck ever-so-slightly.

It’s like a bolt of lightning spears through me. My inner omega howls with ecstasy. I buck uncontrollably, but I’m pinned between two impenetrable bodies, squirming helplessly on Kane’s cock.

Then I’m coming, and coming, and coming, and coming harder still as I feel his knot at my entrance.

“ Fuck !” Kane roars.

He slams home, locking me in place as wave after wave of come erupts inside. My pussy grips onto him, squeezing out every last drop.

“Fuck,” Kane says again, “holy fucking hell, omega. Keep doing that. Ah, fuck . Take it all.”

Behind me, the other alpha purrs. “Look at you, little one. Coming so beautifully for your alphas.”

It doesn’t matter that, realistically, these alphas aren’t mine. All that matters is that they’ve chosen to help me … and that I’ve found the courage to let them.

Kane’s cock is still twitching as I start to come down. My eyes are heavy, and my throat feels dry, but for the second time today, my heat simmers down.

“That’s it,” Kane breathes, “I’ve got you.”

Someone helps me drink. Someone else smooths my hair. Low, rumbling praises and soothing scents swirl around me. They’re oddly compatible—cinnamon and leather. One, earthy, the other, fresh.

“Find any food?” I hear Kane ask.

I crack an eye open. The other alpha hovers behind me, wiping me down with a cool rag. “Nothing substantial. You’ll have to go hunt.”

“ Me ?”

“Aren’t you her protector?”

Kane sighs. “No fucking while I’m out.”

“She might need another knot,” the alpha reminds him.

“She can wait for mine.”

“I think she’s waited for you long enough.”

To this Kane chuffs, but doesn’t argue. My mind churns as I try to follow the conversation. Is there something I’m missing? Or am I just heat-drunk?

“Shh,” the alpha behind me kisses my shoulder. “Rest now, little one. We’re not going anywhere.”

That’s a lie, I want to grumble, already despising the thought of Kane leaving my nest. Like he can sense my disapproval, Kane squeezes my hips, bringing my attention back to the knot lodged inside of me.

“You heard the bastard,” he mutters, “rest. We’ll keep you safe.”

That much—squashed between two massive alphas, smothered in their combined scent—I can believe. So I start to relax, my eyes falling closed once more.

“Good girl,” Kane murmurs, or the other alpha murmurs.

Either way, these are the last words I hear before I am, dreamlessly, asleep.