Gatlin’s lips brush mine, barely a kiss. He hovers there, waiting, and I come in to join our lips again, and then I feel the wetness of his tongue.
I bring a leg up to straddle him. “You can’t… your knot…”
“Won’t do that,” Gatlin assures me. “You slide down on me and take as much or as little as you want, all right?” His voice is deep and reassuring and very sexy, and I feel lightheaded and incredibly needy.
There’s a bit of worry that this is all absolutely crazy, that I should not be doing this, that I don’t even know his last name, and then it’s all wiped out as I reach down and tuck the head of his cock into me.
Oh, wow, that is, wow, how is that even fitting in me, and why does it feel like that, and the scent is insane, and did I just reach down and touch his cock? When am I ever this forward? Is being scent-struck like being on drugs or something?
I’m slippery as all hell, mostly because Ellis came in me ten thousand times, so I take Gatlin easily and it’s a wondrous feeling of goodness and fullness, and then I settle right there on his knot, and I let out a relieved whine, because it’s right on my clit.
Gatlin pants a little. “Don’t you have a tight little slippery pussy, beta?”
“Mmm, how tight?” says Kane. “You have to understand, Hannah, it’s been a while for either of us with a woman.”
I barely register this because I’m bouncing on him and rubbing my clit against his knot, and jolts of fizzy sweet goodness are splintering through my body. I throw back my head and start to moan.
Gatlin bends down and tastes my nipples. His hands grip my hips. “She’s very soft, Kane.”
“She looks soft,” says Kane. “Squeeze her breasts a little, would you, Gatlin? Can you give me a little show here?”
“You’ll just fuck the omega awake if I get you too worked up,” says Gatlin, sucking hard on one of my nipples.
I let out a strangled noise. I am going to come, and it’s going to be such a relief. Fuck, I have never wanted to come quite so goddamned bad in my whole fucking life, and I like alpha cock and knots are great.
“Worked up?” gasps Kane. “I have been in a rut, while driving on the interstate, mind you, for what feels like forever, and I’m going to be worked up regardless.”
I moan long and low as my orgasm begins to crest.
“Are you going to come on Gatlin’s knot, beta?” growls Kane.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, I am going to come so hard. I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fall apart.”
And I do, and it’s sheer perfection, like fireworks going off inside me, booms and explosions and soaring sparks, and everything good.
“Nobody got you off,” says Gatlin in a low voice as I’m clenching on him. “Fuck, you should have said something.”
I am jelly, slithering into him. “It’s fine,” I say. “Everything is fine now.”
Gatlin lets out a helpless laugh. “I’m sorry.”
I have my face pressed into his skin, and he smells so good, and I just had a very nice orgasm, and I just laugh, too. “Don’t be sorry.”
He pulls my face up to kiss me again. “We can just stop now that you’re sated? Or you can let me fuck this sweet pussy of yours for a little longer?”
I grin at him. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
He lays me down in the nest and holds my hips in place while he works his big, thick knotted up alpha cock in and out of me, and I wriggle around so that his knot is hitting my clit again. I shut my eyes and begin to let out tiny little moans. I think I could come again from this.
And really, I probably should. In terms of orgasms, I am really behind compared to everyone else in the room.
My eyes are closed, everything is warm and good, and it all smells wonderful.
Then I hear Kane saying, “Oh, well, someone’s waking up. Welcome back, omega.”
I open my eyes and Ellis’s eyes are open, and he is looking at this, at me getting fucked by his alpha, and I suddenly realize why I did this, and it’s not a good reason.
Do other people do things like that? Find themselves doing things when they don’t understand why they’re doing it, only to realize later? Oh, I fucked this guy to get back at Ellis for fucking Calliope.