by Kathryn Moon
“Holy shit.”
I grinned at the sound of Mackenzie from behind us, here to investigate our noises or bring us that lunch we’d asked for.
Seth hissed and began to buck unevenly, unrepentantly trapping me against the wall as he slammed to a finish. The soft swell of him inside me before he came set me off, a slow drowsy wave that sent me into whimpers and whines as Seth buried his face in my throat as he flashed hot and silky strokes of cum inside of me. The showerhead dropped to hang from its cord with a clatter as Seth’s arm wrapped around my waist, the both of us panting and leaning on the wall for support as our legs shook.
“Jesus, Bomber, I thought you were a beta,” Mackenzie said.
“Jesus, Books, I didn’t know you were such a voyeur,” Seth muttered, kissing my cheek before craning his neck to glare at our audience.
“I did,” I said, grinning to myself. My body squeezed again, thinking of Mackenzie watching Tornado and me, and Seth hissed and pulled away, guiding me with stumbling steps out of the shower and onto the mat.
Mackenzie was there with a fluffy towel for me, and Seth deposited me into his arms before going back to turn off the water. I sighed and snuggled into Mackenzie’s arms and then shivered. Coffee and cream scent burrowed its way into my lungs.
Fuck. I was still horny. How the hell was that even possible at this point?
“She’s still perfuming,” Mackenzie said.
“She wants a knot,” Seth said, taking his own towel and wrapping it around his hips. I caught sight of him over the security of Mackenzie’s thick, freckled arm and whined at the picture he made, all bronze skin and water running down muscle. He grinned at the sound and shook his head. “Sorry, precious. I’m not packing what you’re looking for. And anyway, you wrecked me good just now.”
“I wrecked you?” I asked with a snort. I wasn’t the one pulling out props that made him scream. I rolled my eyes and curled back into Mackenzie, licking my lips as his pheromones wrapped around me as dense as the towel. He had me bundled, arms against my side, but if I squirmed closer, I could feel where he was slightly hard from having watched us together.
“May-maybe she’s tired,” Mackenzie said, voice slightly higher than usual.
I tipped my head back and smiled at the rising color in his cheeks. “I’m not tired, but I’ll let you take me up to bed,” I said, grinning as his throat bobbed with a swallow.
Seth laughed and passed us, clapping Mackenzie on the shoulder and kissing the top of my head. “Tag, you’re it, buddy.”
30
Baby
Bullet had left the nest while I was showering with Seth, so Mackenzie and I were alone as he walked me in. I was nestled in my towel as I teased my fingers over his arms and around his waist.
“I think it might be possible that, presented with a suitable nest somewhere secure, your heat is finally setting in fully. Hence the heightened, um…”
His words stuttered as my fingers slipped under his t-shirt. “Thirst for the dick?” I suggested, tipping my head and offering him an innocent smile.
His lips quirked and he eyed me over the rim of his glasses. “Yeah. If you want to get scientific about it.”
I grinned and tried to stand on my tiptoes to reach him, except I just kept sinking into the soft mattress of the nest. His arms wrapped around my waist and hauled me up against his chest so that I could smile down at his lifted face.
“For the record, I think you’re right. And also for the record, I kind of don’t care, as long as my alphas don’t mind,” I said. I kissed the bridge of Mackenzie’s nose, making his eyes cross as he searched my face.
“You sure you don’t want me to go get Scorch or Bullet or the others for you?”
Was Mackenzie nervous? He’d said he’d never knotted anyone before, and I wondered if he had similar jitters as me before my first time with Seth and Jonah.
“You know, I don’t think you’re all interchangeable,” I said. Mackenzie’s brows drew together at my words and I continued, “I mean, yeah, I am like…feelin’ extra needy now. It’s not like I wouldn’t enjoy myself with the others. But if I say ‘I want you, Mackenzie,’ I promise I mean you.”
His eyes were wide behind his glasses and he held still as I pushed them back on his head so I could lean down and set our foreheads together.
“I want you, Mackenzie,” I said softly.
I expected it to take a little more coaxing, or at least more specific discussion about omega heat statistics. I was wrong. Mackenzie growled and then he and I were diving into the nest as he rolled to land on his back with me straddled over him. I laughed, bright and sudden, and ripped the towel from around my body, throwing it towards the door and grinning as Mackenzie moaned and admired me from below.
“Jesus, Baby, you’re so fucking pretty.” On his lips, the simple word sounded heavy with appreciation, and a pink flush of pleasure rushed under my skin.
I made a teasing growling sound and took Mackenzie’s hands off my waist, throwing them back as I leaned down to nip at his lips. He laughed and then groaned as I ground myself over his lap. I fucked his mouth with my tongue, playing at dominance. His hips bucked up beneath me, and my growl transformed into a feminine, omega whine.
As quickly as I had attacked, Mackenzie rolled us, my hands now pinned to blankets as he stole the control of the kiss and rocked his denim-clad erection against my naked and tender sex.
His lips tore from mine, traveling to my ear. “You wanna play, Baby?”
My breath hitched and my eyes widened as I turned my head to look at him. His gaze was warm, and his lips were curled.
“I’ll chase you, fight you, fuck you if that’s what you want.” Holy shit. Mackenzie was never predictable. One hand left mine and reached to my face, thumb stroking over my cheekbone. “I won’t hurt you. Never that.”
I thought of the way my heart had raced last night as Bullet had ordered me with his bark, soft as it was. Or the way I’d been reluctantly aroused while training with Brody.
I bit my lip and nodded briefly, almost afraid to say how much I wanted to play the game Mackenzie was suggesting.
He grinned and then lifted himself up and back. “Then run, Baby.”
I squeaked and then scrambled up and across the nest, all the blankets and pillows getting in my way. Suddenly, my nakedness was less a footnote and more a thrilling kind of vulnerability as I scrambled away, perfectly aware of what Mackenzie could see as I did. I glanced over my shoulder and nearly paused as Mackenzie finished stripping out of his t-shirt. Damn, my alphas were nice to look at. I was supposed to be running away, but I wanted to run right back to Mackenzie and bite at those delicious, thick muscles of his.
He laughed at my staring and then his face formed a snarl and he let out a low growl.
Fuck. Right. Run, Baby.
I pushed up onto my feet, running towards the door, but I only made it a few feet before Mackenzie lept out of the den of the nest, catching my ankle in his hand and dragging me down. All the breath in my chest wooshed out at once as I landed back on the soft mattress, the abrupt shock of Mackenzie’s brutal efficiency making me freeze a second too long.
“Not fast enough, Baby,” he said, voice gritty. “Didn’t my brother train you?”
He flipped me to my back, hands gripping around my thighs and pulling me closer. My eyes were wide and my heart was pounding, and he paused above me, fingers loosening enough that I could get away.
“Again,” I whispered, smile stretching.
His right eyebrow cocked up.
“Chase me again,” I said, wiggling away slightly.
He purred as his eyes narrowed, releasing me and sitting back on his heels. “Three seconds,” he said, and I nodded rapidly, panting and tensing, ready to run. “One.”
I twisted away from him and scrambled up to my feet.
“Two.”
I considered running for the door but the only thing to do was head for the stairs and I didn’t really want
to leave.
“Three.”
I ran to the opposite side of the nest, small as it was, and pressed myself to the wall facing Mackenzie as he rose up from his crouch.
“Wrong way,” he growled.
Only if I didn’t want to be caught. He paced forward and I skidded left, a nervous giggle escaping. He turned to follow and I ran in the other direction.
“Baby,” he said in a slow rumble. “We both know how this is going to end.”
I did, and I was already wet in anticipation.
Mackenzie lunged and I dodged, crisscrossing through the tangle of the nest to avoid him. I made it to the other side before he caught up with me. He roared, catching me by my hips and dragging me down into the den as I screamed, a laugh in the high notes.
My back hit the pillows and before I could blink, Mackenzie had my thighs thrust apart and his face buried in my sex, teeth and tongue equally ferocious as he mouthed at me. I arched, mirroring my earlier scream with a longer, lower sound. Game or not, my fingers dug into Mackenzie’s thick copper strands, gripping him closer, my hips rolling against his mouth. He purred and I moaned, whining as his face lifted away, shining and wearing a feral smile.
“This sweet omega pussy just wants to cream for me, Baby,” he growled.
“Oh, fuck, Mackenzie, I—“
“I bet you want my knot too, don’t you?” I moaned at the edge in his voice, threat and promise mixing together. “Tell me, omega.”
I shivered and whined, trying to drag him back down to lick at my aching sex.
“Tell me.”
“Yes,” I hissed, breathless and squirming closer. Mackenzie grinned, brilliant and giddy and himself for a moment before purring, his expression sobering back into the mood of the game.
“Can’t help yourself,” he said.
He dove down again, growl vibrating against my clit as he nipped it between his teeth gently, tongue flicking repetitively across the nub. Stars burst behind my eyes and my voice choked in my throat as my nails dug into his shoulder. I was exactly on the edge of climax, sharp and unsteady, held there by the wild intensity of the touch and the exhilaration of the game.
Mackenzie purred and then one hand left my thigh, two fingers plunging into my cunt. The balance tipped and I came with a cry and a shudder as my alpha nuzzled and sucked and licked at my clit and the lips of my sex. His fingers pulled away as quickly as they had come and I opened my eyes to find Mackenzie wrestling himself out of his pants.
My turn. The second he had one leg off, I tackled him backward, grinning and feigning a growl as I watched his eyes widen.
“Wha—?”
“Look at that knot,” I said, balancing one knee on his chest and then reaching between us to grip the base of his cock. He was thick and swollen, knot reddened with arousal, his sac heavy beneath and twitching at my brief touch. I rested my other hand over his throat to pin him.
“Baby, fuck.” His chest heaved and his lips parted, gaze begging me for more or less.
“What would you do if I just finished you like this, squeezing and licking you, making you come all over your stomach?”
“Please,” he whispered, reaching up to stroke the hand on his throat that held him down. “Please, fuck me.”
I paused, biting my lip and his smile softened.
“You like hearing me beg, Baby?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I do. I’m really gonna like it like this.” Mackenzie froze as I lined myself up above him and then sank slowly down. He groaned, eyes slamming shut as I stretched myself on his cock with slow bounces. “Beg,” I said.
“Please, Baby, angel, fuck me,” he said in an aching, urgent tone that made me slick. “I need you, so fuckin’ bad. Need you holding me tight.”
Shit, he was so much better at that than I was. I settled more comfortably on his lap, holding him by his throat as I rode his length, always stopping just short of settling on fully.
“You want me to take this knot?”
“God, yes.”
“You want to fuck me into that mattress as I clench and gush all down your cock?” I asked, finding it harder and harder not to admit that I wanted these things.
Mackenzie growled. “Yes!”
I swallowed my whimper and lifted my chin high as I gazed down my nose at my alpha. “Then touch me. Make me come again.”
His hands clutched my hips, one fitting where we were joined and working quick and desperate circles over my clit. I moaned, head thrown back as I went back to rolling my hips over his, rising and falling in a quickening pace, trying to resist the urge to slam myself home onto his knot. Tornado had been right. A knot was a guaranteed good time, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t just as much fun to make the most of the time before you were locked together.
“Jesus, Baby, you’re perfect. You’re perfect, angel,” Mackenzie purred.
The praise was every bit as effective as his fingers on my center, and I keened and moved erratically over him. With the first flutter of my walls around him, and my hand leaving his throat to clutch and pinch at my breasts, my alpha lost his patience. Mackenzie snarled and rolled us, thrusting hard into me as I hit the bed.
I cried out, arms and legs latching around Mackenzie’s back as he groaned and froze. I came clutching and shuddering beneath him in long wracking tremors. The muscles in his back rippled under my hands, and his cheek and beard nuzzled against my jaw.
“Fuck. Baby this… this is…”
“I know,” I said in a small voice, still catching my breath as I clutched him closer. He groaned and rocked, and then groaned longer and louder in my ear. “That’s it. Don’t worry, it won’t stop. Ride it out.”
He lost words and settled on soft snarls and purrs as urgent thrusts pushed us deeper into the nest, bodies so tightly wrapped around one another there was barely any friction. Just enough to make us gasp as Mackenzie came, warm and sudden, twitching and growling. He froze, holding his breath, as the sensation settled and then moaned.
“Can I… can I keep going?” he whispered as he realized he wanted more, he was still hard, it didn’t have to be over. “If we stop, I’ll soften.”
I smiled against his shoulder, turned my head to catch his eye and kissed the corner of his mouth. “Don’t stop, alpha.”
Mackenzie purred and started to rock, and I shivered, kissing him again, tongues tangling, and waited for the next wave to drag me under.
The moment, much later, when Mackenzie slipped free and slick release leaked gently in his wake, we were still awake. He pushed my hair back over my shoulder, kissed the sucking bruise he’d left on my collarbone, and sat up slightly.
“I’ll get something to clean us up,” he said.
“The towel,” I reminded him, not wanting him to leave.
He stretched, laughed as I leaned forward to nip at his nipple, and came back with the towel, doing his best to sort us out.
“Sore?” he asked.
I wasn’t, surprisingly. “No. Not really sleepy either.” I twisted in closer to his side and tried to hide my blush as I realized what I was feeling.
“You want more sex don’t you?”
I muffled a squeak against his shoulder, and Mackenzie laughed. “It’s crazy, I know,” I said.
“It’s not crazy, Baby. It’s a heat. And it’s not like any of us really mind,” he said gently.
“It’s not pressing,” I said. I let my fingers run circles over his chest. “I just want more of this time with you.”
He beamed, hazel eyes lit up, and pulled me up, lips fitting together with mine in a perfect puzzle piece. His hands soothed the places he’d held me in bruising grips, dragging me onto his chest.
Don’t think about dick. Don’t think about dick, I chanted mentally, trying to ignore the simmering and insistent arousal crawling under my skin. The kiss was languid and comforting and sweet, chasing off the playful anxiety of our game, and I wanted it to draw me under in relaxation. Instead…
An omega heat was a nee
dy bitch.
Mackenzie laughed and rolled us over, sinking into me and making me sigh. “Ten more minutes and I call the others.”
I grinned at him. Ten more minutes, and I’d be begging him to stay. We’d see who won.
31
Baby
Three days later, the answer was simple. We were all winners.
And now I was sore.
Eyes shut against the morning light, I rolled off one chest and into another with a soft grunt and an answering snore. I took a deep breath and then sat straight up.
It reeked in here. My eyes opened—barely, it was a struggle and it took a few times before I could really see—and I glared at the heap of naked men surrounding me in the nest, arms and legs splayed. Jonah still had his arm looped over my waist, drool pooling out of the corner of his mouth. Adorable. And gross. The nest absolutely stank of alpha and sex.
I stank of alpha and sex.
My eyes widened as I ran through a foggy recap of the height of heat. I’d been fucked every which way. My body was licked, kissed, nipped, and knotted every hour, on the hour. And now I was…
Starving. Dirty. Stinky. And not remotely horny, despite the incredible buffet of handsomeness snoozing in the nest around me.
I was finally out of the heat.
I inventoried the men sleeping. Jonah, with Seth curled at his back. Bullet on my other side, spread eagle with his arm flopped over his face and his snore roaring. Mackenzie lay face down in a pillow with his perfect ass peeking out from under a blanket.
Tornado was missing, but I had a fairly clear memory of him fucking me without his knot until I’d torn a blanket begging, so I knew he’d been by. Ryan on the other hand…
Where had my peaceful alpha been this whole time? My heart sank as I realized I hadn’t seen him since arriving at the mansion. I even knew I’d been whining for him at one point in the heat.
It was time to go investigating. I was even relieved to realize I wanted to be out of the nest at last. I slid Jonah’s arm off my waist and crawled my way out of the puppy pile, tiptoeing to the door and down to the shower.
