Page 43 of Puck Your Charity

Finn steps closer to the edge of the mattress, his gaze softening. "We won't bite you. We promise. But we need to go get condoms. We haven't been having sex, so we don't have any in here. Someone else in the house might have a stash."

He starts to turn toward the bedroom door.

"Wait." I shake my head, my thighs rubbing together to chase the ache. "You don't need to go. I can't get pregnant. And I don't have any STIs. I haven't had sex in four years, and I've never been with an Alpha before today. So unless you guys have something..."

Lawrence exhales, a visible wave of relief crossing his features. "We get tested regularly for the league. We're clean." His dark eyes search my face. "But what do you mean you can't get pregnant? Do you have some kind of implant?"

I push myself up onto my elbows, my chest heaving. "No, it isn't birth control. When I was sixteen, I went to the ER with terrible stomach pain." I pause, my cheeks burning with a flush that has nothing to do with my Heat. "I was sexually active with my boyfriend at the time, so the doctors did a pelvic ultrasound to rule out an ectopic pregnancy along with appendicitis."

Finn steps back to the side of the bed, his expression softening. "That sounds like a nightmare for a teenager."

I nod, dropping my gaze to the blankets. "It was terrifying. But the scan is how they discovered I was born with only half a uterus." I look back up at them, my heart pounding. "I have fully functioning ovaries, which explains why I eventually presented as an Omega, but my body can't actually carry a child."

I swallow the tight lump in my throat. "If an infertile Omega is a deal breaker for your pack, I understand. You can step out of the room, and I will pack my bags and leave right now."

Finn kicks his shoes off and unbuckles his belt. "You aren't going anywhere. It isn't a deal breaker, Olive."

Lawrence nods in agreement, pulling his t-shirt over his head. "We don't care if you can't get pregnant. There is always adoption and other options. I'm just sorry you had to go through that kind of scare as a kid."

I sink back into the pillows, a weight lifting off my chest. "Thank you. My hospital job fulfilled that need for me anyway. I always planned on adopting when I felt ready to become a mother."

Finn tosses his shirt onto the floor. "Since you just presented, and this is your first time with an Alpha, we need to go slow. Taking a knot for the first time is intense. We won't push you. If anything hurts, you tell us to stop."

They strip out of the rest of their clothes, kicking their jeans and boxers aside until they stand naked at the edge of the nest.

I stare at their bodies. The fever spikes in my blood, making my mouth water. They look different but equally intimidating. Finn’s pale skin flushes pink. He has a thick cock with a prominent curve upward. Veins snake along his rigid shaft, the skin pulling taut.

Lawrence has warm, golden skin. He is slightly longer, his cock straight and just as thick. Both of them leak drops of clear cum from their tips.

At the base of their shafts, their knots are already swelling. The thick bulbs of tissue expand before they even step onto the mattress. My core throbs at the sight. My new designation recognizes what they offer.

They don't rush. They move with careful intention.

Finn climbs onto the bed and navigates through the piles of blankets. Instead of sitting back to watch, he crawls right up to my side. He leans over me, his chest brushing against mine. He captures my lips in a deep, demanding kiss. His hot tongue sweeps into my mouth, tasting like mint and coffee.

Lawrence crawls right into the center of the nest. He kneels between my spread legs. He leans forward and presses his face against my inner thigh. He licks a slow, wet trail from my hip toward my core. I gasp, my hips jerking upward against the mattress.

He finds my swollen folds and licks, his tongue flicking in rhythmic, deliberate motions against my clit. He laps at the slick pouring out of me, drinking me down as ifhe's starving.

Finn breaks our kiss. He drags his mouth down my neck and latches onto my breast. He sucks the sensitive peak into his hot mouth, swirling his tongue over the tight nub. His large hand kneads my other breast, his thumb rolling over the crest. The dual stimulation sends a violent shockwave straight down my spine.

I arch my back. I grab Lawrence's hair with one hand and grip Finn's shoulder with the other, pulling them both closer. Lawrence eats me out with relentless focus, his tongue sliding deep inside my slick opening before dragging back up to tease my clit. The wet, sliding friction makes my hips stutter against his mouth.

Lawrence presses a wet kiss to my thigh. "You taste incredible."

I shift my hips, restless and aching for something deeper. "I need more. Please, I need to feel it."

Lawrence pulls back, his mouth and fingers leaving me so I can move. Finn releases my breast and scoots backward, resting his spine against the tufted headboard. He watches as I climb onto my hands and knees and crawl over to him. Straddling his hips, I hover over him for a second. Finn reaches up, his large hands gripping my waist to help steady my shaking legs.

I sink down. Finn's thick, rigid cock slides up into my wet, waiting folds. I gasp at the intrusion. The stretch feels incredible. It isn't painful at all. It feels like puzzle pieces finally clicking into place. A wave of absolute euphoria crashes over me as he fills me completely. I've never felt anything this large before, but my wet pussy grips his shaft perfectly.

Finn groans, his thumbs pressing into my hips to guide the pace. He thrusts upward. His swollen knot stays outside my body, but the thick bulb of tissue nudges against my wet opening with every upward pump. The friction is maddening. It teases my slick folds, stretching me open just a fraction wider each time.

Lawrence crawls across the nest and moves into position behind me. He reaches out to my backside. He gathers a generous handful of slick from my dripping folds and smears it over my back ring. He leans in, pressing his mouth against me. He gives me a slow, thorough rim job, his hot tongue dartingout to taste and prep the tight skin. He mixes his spit with my slick, nudging two wet fingers inside to stretch the muscle with care. He coats his thick cock with slick from between my legs and guides it to my back opening.

Lawrence rubs his thumb over my hip bone. "Deep breath, sweet Omega."

He presses inside me. The dual fullness steals the breath from my lungs. I throw my head back, my chest heaving. It feels incredibly full, stretching me to my absolute limit, but the ridiculous amount of slick keeps it from hurting. Lawrence keeps his knot swollen outside, nudging the thick head of it against my skin. Every thrust presses his knot against my back ring, easing me open further with each movement. He keeps the pace steady, building the pressure until he feels me adjust to his size.