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Even though I know I fell asleep with only James in the bed, and I appreciated the effort to give me space for once, it seems they all ended up with me anyway. James is still where I left him, awake and watching me with Kit. He’s got his head propped up on his hand and the blanket has slipped a little bit, revealing a bare torso.
I yearn to reach out and feel his skin, but right before I do, Kit starts talking in his sleep. Because he has me on top of him, I can feel that his sex is very hard, even leaking some sort of fluid onto my thigh there it touches me. From what I’ve gathered, they aren’t this hard at all times- that seems like it would be very uncomfortable. I think they only become like this when they are sexually aroused? I’m not completely sure, but I suppose it makes sense if it’s supposed to go…inside of me.
I squirm ever so slightly, trying to imagine what that might feel like. I haven’t gotten a good, up-close glimpse yet, but surely it’s too big to fit inside my body? I remember the stretch of Eln’s fingers, and mentally compare them to what I’m feeling against my leg. I just don’t understand how it would work; until I remember the need I had for Eln to slip part of her hand inside me when I was announced. Was that me trying to take a knot? Needing one? I know I felt desperate for that pressure.
“Need you omega, been waiting so long for you…” he says. He’s still sleeping though because he smiles at something and then laughs softly. “No, not like that. Help her, James…” then he lets out this obscene groan that I feel in my bones.
James has a hand over his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. I carefully turn my head to the other side, to find Colter now awake, looking around like he’s unsure where he is. Then Kit talks again and Colter, too, tries to suppress laughter.
“Smell so fucking good…you ugly bastard. What the hell do you think you’re doing with that cucumber? Fuck no…” His voice trails off on another low, long groan and then suddenly I’m flipped around to my back, unable to react.
My body is still warm from sleep, slow to react, but when his hips start pressing against me, his sex sweeping aside my sleep shorts, I have no idea what to do. On the one hand, I’ve never felt anything like…this…there…
I feel my eyes flutter closed as he slides against me, coating himself in my arousal. How the hell is this man sleeping through this? “Going to make you scream, little omega. Need you so fucking bad. You’re going to take every inch of me.”
I am?
I’m panicked now, because I think this might be going further than I think it will. The tip of him nudges against me and he’s too strong to push off. I turn my head to James, conflicted on whether I want him to take him away from me, or to tell me it’s okay to want this, but it’s already too late to make the decision.
Kit breaches me, shoving himself so deep inside of me it’s impossible not to feel discomfort. I’m wet, but I’ve never had anything this big inside of me. Never been made to feel quite this full. His hips buck against me, and a sharp stab of pain accompanies it. That’s when the other two understand what’s happening under the sheets, that he’s not just sleep talking anymore.
Finally, Kit’s eyes fly open and find me, trapping me in them. They’re an odd mix of green and brown, and he seems confused to find himself hovering above me. I feel a tear slip out of my eye, and I suddenly need to be anywhere else. I hate that I like the way he feels, even through the pain. I hate that I crave this closeness, even after he’s treated me like his property since I met him.
I hate that I want to wrap my legs around him and beg him to stay.
“Shit! Calai-”
He tries to move his hips away, but either I’m swollen from the no-prep entry, or the knot they spoke of is beginning to inflate already, because all the tugging does is cause me to cry out in discomfort. I feel raw and stretched too far, but part of me loves it.
“I’m going to fucking kill you, Kit,” James threatens. Kit hangs his head, making it dangle and brush the top of my chest, and a keening sound comes from him. He sounds…miserable. Am I bad? Do I not feel good to him? Is he about to realize that he fought to bring me here, only to be disappointed?
I start shaking, my confusion mounting with every second. I don’t know how long this has to last, and yet, I still find myself hoping it lasts awhile so I have a reason to be touching him.
James curls into me, stroking my hair, pressing a kiss against my forehead. “I’ve got you, omega. God, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize that was going to happen. We would have stopped it if we knew to be wary of it.”
Kit crumples, spinning so he’s now on his back and I’m on top of him. He pulls the blankets around us, tucking me in tight, and starts stroking my back. Wetness runs down his neck and hits my cheek, and I look up startled, realizing he’s crying.
Is he crying because he didn’t want this with me? Or because of something else?
“You’re doing so well, such a good girl.” James’ voice soothes me a little, and I feel Colter sweeping my hair from my face, wiping my own eyes.
“It will end faster if I…”
“Don’t. You. Fucking. Dare.”
Colter’s harsh words have me shaking harder, and I bury my face into Kit’s chest, trying to escape them all. I just want to be back in my little cabin with Eln, or even alone at this point, wrapped in blankets. I pretend I’m there, that the soreness that’s starting to turn to pleasure isn’t…
“Ohhh…” I feel Kit twitch inside me. It’s such a foreign feeling, but it seems to press on all of my nerves. I know my voice is turning sexual, making Kit hiss out a breath and a string of curses.
“What’s going through your mind, omega?” Colter asks me. I turn my head to seek him out, feeling my eyes glaze over at what I’m feeling between my legs now. Kit is so large that it’s almost as if I can feel him deep in my stomach, that now glorious knot the thing I’ve always craved when Eln touched me. Her fist never seemed to quite hit right with the little bit we managed to get in, but this? Oh, my…
A whimper brushes across my lips and I find my hips swiveling a little bit, chasing something. I lock gazes with Colter, begging him for…I don’t know. Permission to enjoy this? Permission to not be angry about the fact I’ve been penetrated without anyactualconsent?
“I want to hate this…to feel violated…” I leave off. The incident behind the shopping center where I was almost taken against my will seems like it happened to someone else. I remember the sick feeling though, the nausea that rose and the helplessness I felt when that other alpha’s bare flesh came into contact with my behind and his intentions became clear.
What I’m feeling now though?
Kit brushes a thumb across his claiming mark, and I shudder, so he does it again. “I’m so sorry, pet. I never would have…”
