Ralph dips his hand under her, eliciting a relieved sigh. He pulls it back, covered in slick, and kneels behind Allen, a groan slipping from his lips.
I try to slide myself beneath her body so I can use my tongue on them where they are joined. But her knees are folded forward under her. I wedge my head in the space left under her belly and hips and shuffle around awkwardly, but I can't quite find a way to reach her clit with my tongue.
She's whinging impatiently. I pull myself out, and snake my hand between her legs, finding her clit and starting to rub it. She whimpers with pleasure. Seb lets out a groan around Zeke's cock, quickly followed by Zeke's moan.
The thrusting stutters as Ralph enters Allen. His eyes roll back as the thrusting, now stronger, faster, resumes.
I force myself to keep my own pace against her clit constant, but increase the pressure slightly. Seb's cock has fallen from her mouth. She's panting with desire, her lips pressed against Seb's cock. Her eyes are glazed. She's leaning on his hip, her face scrunched.
I lean my face down next to her ear, my hand locked in place. "Come for your pack," I murmur in her ear, and pinch her clit sharply.
A short scream of pleasure bursts from Dellie as she buries her face in Seb's groin and shatters all over Allen's cock. Allen barks, thrusting his knot into her, and shudders with his own release. He collapses protectively over her, his hips still twitching from Ralph's frenzied thrusts. Ralph swiftly withdraws and roughly jerks his cock until he explodes down Allen's back.
Seb groans as Zeke shudders into his mouth, but his voice suddenly cuts off sharply. Seb's hand slaps Zeke's thigh twice, and Zeke swiftly pulls his cock out and dismounts Seb as he splutters.
Zeke quickly sits Seb up, sliding in behind him, and holds him as he coughs. I pat Dellie's thigh affectionately, and slip out of the nest into the kitchen, where Ralph had the foresight to leave the boxes of Powerade bottles. I retrieve two boxes of bottles and a handful of protein bars, and quickly stride down the corridor, back into the nest.
Zeke is murmuring quietly in Seb's ear. Seb is still coughing, but he's smiling. I dump the boxes and bars on the floor and pull out six bottles, passing two to Zeke. He opens one and gives it to Seb, who's grinning as he leans comfortably back into Zeke's arms, his throat finally clearing.
Dellie has collapsed on her belly on the bed, still stretched around Allen's knot. Her eyes are glassy, and slightly unfocused, and a giant grin is plastered all over her face.
Allen is curled possessively around Dellie, nuzzling into the back of her neck. I move towards them, reaching out a hand to stroke her hair; but Allen's warning growl grows louder as I approach.
Holy shit. That's… is that full-blown rut?I don't think I've ever seen Allen let go like this. Not in the twenty-plus years we've known each other. I desperately try and recall my notes from Rut Studies, back when I did my master's in heat support.
Shit. I'm too big, too close to dominant, to be anything but a threat right now. I back away, gaze averted, and walk around the nest in a large arc until my eyes catch Ralph's.
I raise an eyebrow at him. He's splayed on the bed next to them. I incline my head towards the bottles in my arms. Ralph nods in understanding.
"Alpha?" He keeps his voice low and gentle as he sits up.
Allen's growling recedes, but doesn't quite stop. He turns his head towards us, his gaze fixed, his expression blank.
This isn't good.
Kneeling, I tilt my head away in submission, keeping my eyes on the floor.
"Your omega needs to drink, Alpha." Ralph's tone is soft and careful.
The growling stops, but his glare is fierce. He pushes up until he's kneeling, pulling Dellie's hips with him. She mewls, still locked on his knot. His face flushes in pleasure as they shift.
"Can we help you hold our omega? So she can sit up and drink?"
Flaring his nostrils, he looks away. That's as close to agreement as anyone can get when their alpha's in rut.
Gently, murmuring praise the whole time, Ralph lifts Dellie up by the shoulders, helping her sit back on Allen's lap. She sighs with contentment as she sinks into his arms. I pass him an open sports drink.
"Come on, sweetheart. You need to drink."
She makes a face and twitches away from Ralph when he tries to get her to accept the bottle. Allen growls, his eyes dark.
He blinks a couple of times, shaking his head.
"Drink, Omega." There's a hint of bark in his command. She lets out an incensed chirp, and reluctantly opens her mouth for Ralph.
I glance at Allen. His eyes seem slightly more focused, thank fuck. I ease myself a little closer to him.
"You need to drink, too. Your Omega needs you to keep your energy up."
