I remain sprawled on the library floor, with my legs still parted— my body flushed and trembling while he’s playing with his cock right in front of me.
My eyes drift away from his penetrating gaze, fixing instead on the floor beside me. Something about his human form makes this feel more real, more consequential than when he was a wolf.
“Look at me,” Gunnar growls, his voice carrying that hint of alpha command that speaks directly to my inner omega wolf. “Look at what you do to me.”
I swallow hard, slowly raising my eyes to look at him. “Oh my god.”
“That’s better,” he says, his tone softening slightly. “I want to see your eyes when I tell you what I’ll do to you.”
“You talk too much,” I manage to say, a feeble attempt at maintaining some semblance of control over the situation. But Gunnar’s lips curve into a dangerous smile.
“Do I?” He drops to his knees before me, close enough that I can feel the heat radiating from his skin, but not touching me yet. “Would you prefer I show you instead of tell you?”
“I…,” My voice falters as he leans closer, his entire body overwhelming me.
“You what?” he prompts, one hand reaching out to trail feather-light fingers along my collarbone, down to the curve of my breast. “Tell me what you want, omega.”
The word ‘omega’ sends another pulse of heat through my core. Coming from him, it sounds less like a biological designation and more like a term of possession.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“Liar,” he says softly. His finger circles my nipple without quite touching it, the anticipation nearly as maddening as the touch would be. “Your body is very clear about what it wants. Look how wet your pussy is. It’s dripping for me.”
I glance down involuntarily, seeing the evidence of my arousal glistening on my inner thighs. My cheeks burn with embarrassment.
“It’s because of my heat,” I mutter, a weak defense.
“Is it? Then why did you respond so beautifully while I was in wolf form? That’s not just any omega’s reaction. You dripping for me is something special,” he chuckles as he runs his finger between my pussy lips. “Something between you and me specifically.’
“You’re imagining things,” I say, but there’s no conviction in my voice.
“Am I?” he challenges, his hand sliding down my stomach, tracing patterns on my skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. “Open your legs wider for me.”
My body betrays me, thighs parting further of their own accord, offering him an unobstructed view of my very wet pussy.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and the praise sends a thrill through me. His hand hovers just above my pussy, not quite touching. “Tell me you want me.”
“Oh my god, Gunnar, please,” I say, pushing my hair back with a shaky hand.
“Please, what?” he interrupts, his voice dropping lower. “Be specific, omega. I want to hear you say it.”
The challenge in his eyes is unmistakable. It’s humiliating and arousing in equal measure.
“Please,” I repeat, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.
“Not good enough.” His fingers brush tantalizingly close to my clitoris. “Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you, Lena.”
“I want…” I swallow hard, gathering my courage. “I want you to fuck me. With your cock. I want your knot.”
The crude words feel foreign on my tongue, but saying them aloud sends another rush of slick between my thighs.
“Look at me and say it again,” he commands, his hand resuming its slow strokes along his length. “I want to see your face when you beg for my cock.”
“Why should I beg? You want this as much as I do.”
His hand suddenly grips my chin, not painfully but firmly enough to hold me in place.
“Because I said so,” he states simply. “You’re an omega in heat, and I’m the alpha who’s going to satisfy you. And because—” his voice drops to a whisper, “—deep down, you want to beg for it. You want to surrender completely.”
The truth of his words resonates through me, striking a chord deep down.
I meet his gaze directly, no longer hiding.
“Please,” I say, my voice stronger now. “I want your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me until I can’t remember my name. I want your knot stretching me open, filling me. Please, Gunnar.”
A shudder runs through his powerful frame, his control visibly fraying at the edges. His hand tightens around his shaft, a bead of moisture forming at the tip.
“Again,” he growls. “Say it again.”
“Please fuck me,” I repeat, each word easier than the last. “I need your cock. I need your knot. Please, Gunnar, I’m begging you.”
Something snaps in his expression—the last thread of restraint giving way. His fingers tangle in my hair as he pulls me towards him. He presses his nose to my neck, inhaling my scent deeply.
When he breaks away, we’re both breathing hard.
“Turn around,” he commands, his voice rough with need. “Get on your knees. I’m going to rut you so good you’ll forget those other two even touched you.”
Oh wow, he’s being possessive tonight.
I turn over with clumsy urgency, my limbs heavy with desire. Behind me, I hear Gunnar’s sharp intake of breath.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice rough with need. “Just like that.”
His hand traces the curve of my spine. When he reaches the small of my back, his palm flattens, pressing me down slightly so my ass rises higher. The adjustment makes me feel even more exposed, more presented for his pleasure.
“What a good omega you are,” Gunnar praises, his thumbs spreading my pussy lips open, exposing me to his gaze. “So ready for me. So eager.”
The praise sends a fresh wave of slick flowing from my center. I can feel it sliding down my inner thighs, embarrassingly abundant. Gunnar notices, and a low growl of approval rumbles from his chest.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmurs, one finger tracing through the evidence of my arousal. “All this for me? I feel very special.”
“Yes,” I admit, pushing back against his exploring finger. “Please, Gunnar. I need you.”
He shifts behind me, his thighs pressing against the back of mine as he positions himself. I feel the blunt head of his cock nudge against my entrance, hot and impossibly large.
“Spread your legs wider,” he commands, his hands gripping my hips firmly as I start to freak out a little that he might be too big.
I comply immediately, widening my stance on the hardwood floor. The position makes me feel even more exposed, vulnerable, and ready. My forearms lower to the floor, my cheek pressing against the cool wood as my ass rises higher in the air.
“Perfect,” Gunnar murmurs. “You were made for this omega. Made for me to breed.”
The pressure increases as he begins to push forward, the broad head of his cock stretching me open. Despite the abundant slick easing his way, the intrusion burns—a delicious, overwhelming stretch that walks the line between pleasure and pain.
“Oh,” I cry out, biting my lip.
“So tight,” he grunts, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “So tight for me even after your double knotting, like the little slut that you are, aren’t you? You liked bouncing between two grown alphas, did you?”
“Yes,” I moan when he pushes the last few inches of himself into me. “You’re so big.”
“And you’re taking me so well,” he praises, his voice strained with the effort of restraint. “Just a little more, omega. Take all of me.”
With a final thrust that seems to reshape my insides, he seats himself fully within me. I feel impossibly full, stretched beyond what I thought possible.
His hips press flush against my ass, his cock so deep I swear I can feel him in my stomach. For a moment, neither of us moves—frozen in place as my body adjusts to his invasion.
Then, without warning, he pulls back, withdrawing almost before slamming forward again in one intense thrust.
I scream in pleasure as the sudden fullness of him rubs against every sensitive spot inside of me. Gunnar pauses, his hand sliding up my spine to tangle in my hair. He pulls just hard enough to arch my neck backward.
“Too much?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint.
“No,” I gasp, loving every second of this. “More. Please, more.”
He releases my hair, hands returning to my hips as he establishes a rhythm—slow, deep thrusts that allow me to feel every inch of him dragging against my inner walls.
“You feel incredible,” Gunnar groans, his pace increasing gradually. “So hot. So wet. Made to take my knot.”
His crude words send another flood of wetness from my core, making his thrusts even smoother and deeper.
The initial discomfort has given way to pure pleasure now, each stroke hitting places inside me that I didn’t know could feel so good. My earlier orgasms from his tongue seem like mere preludes to what’s building within me now—something bigger, more intense, more all-consuming.
“Yes,” I moan, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “Yes, like that. Don’t stop.”
“Wasn’t planning to stop,” he grunts, his rhythm faltering slightly before resuming with even greater force. “Not until you’re screaming my name. Not until you’re coming on my knot.”
His thrusts become harder, faster, more erratic—the controlled rhythm giving way to something more primal, more desperate.
I feel the beginnings of his knot now, the base of his cock swelling as it catches slightly on my entrance with each thrust.
The sensation is indescribable—pressure and fullness beyond anything I’ve experienced. Each time the growing bulb of his knot pushes into me, then pulls back, a new wave of pleasure crashes through my system.
“That’s it,” he growls in my ear, his chest pressing against my back as he covers me completely with his body. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The change in angle drives him impossibly deeper, his cock hitting the spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.
“Oh!”
“Scream for me again,” Gunnar demands, his voice a ragged command against my ear. He punctuates his words with an intense thrust that steals my breath. “Let everyone hear how good I’m making you feel.”
His hand slides beneath me to cup my breast, fingers pinching my nipple with just enough pressure to border on pain.
“More Gunnar!” I scream breathlessly. The dual sensation—his cock stretching me from behind, his fingers on my clit—draws another cry from my throat, exactly as he wanted.
The wet sounds of our coupling fill the air around us, loud squelching noises as his cock drives into my soaked hole again and again.
My face burns with embarrassment at how audible my arousal is.
“Listen to how wet you are for me,” Gunnar says as if reading my thoughts. “Your pussy is dripping for my cock, isn’t it? Making those pretty sounds just for me.”
His words send another flood of wetness from my core, making our joining even more audible. I moan into the crook of my arm, trying to muffle the sound.
“No,” he snaps, his hand finding my hair again and pulling my head back. “I want to hear you. Every sound, every word. Tell me how it feels.”
“It feels—” I gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot. “It feels so good. So full. You’re so deep—”
“Deeper than the others?” he asks, his voice rough with exertion.
“Yes.”
A pleased rumble vibrates through his chest, pressed against my back as he covers me completely.
“And who do you belong to right now?” he demands, his thrusts becoming harder, more insistent. “Whose omega are you in this moment?”
“Yours,” I pant, the word dragged from some primal place inside me, even though I didn’t mean it. I would tell him that later, but all I wanted right now was his knot to relieve my heat. “I’m yours, Gunnar.”
His responding growl is more animal than human. This sound reverberates through his chest and into mine, where our bodies press together.
His hand releases my hair to slide beneath me again, this time traveling down my stomach to the center of my thighs. His fingers find my clit with expert accuracy, circling the sensitive bundle of nerves in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god,” I moan, shaking. “I’m going to…”
“Not yet,” he says sharply, his fingers stilling on my clit. “Not until I say so.”
I whimper in protest, my body tensed on the edge of release. “I can’t hold back anymore!”
“Patience, little omega,” he murmurs, his voice softening slightly. “We’re not done yet. I want to hear more from you first. Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” I plead, trying to push back against him, to force his fingers to rub against my clit.
“And what else?” His teeth grazed my neck while his cock pulsed deep inside of me. “Tell me what else you want from me.”
“Your knot,” I gasp, beyond shame now. “I want your knot. I want you to fill me up. Please, Gunnar—”
“Who makes you feel this good?’ Gunnar demands, his thrusts becoming more erratic, a sign that his control is slipping. “Say my name.”
“Gunnar,” I moan, the word catching on a gasp as his cock hits that perfect spot inside me. “Oh!”
His responding thrust is so powerful that it drives me forward on the hardwood floor, my knees sliding slightly. His arm wraps around my waist, lifting me back into position and keeping me exactly where he wants me to be.
“Mine,” he agrees, the word a feral growl against my ear. “All mine. This pussy. These sounds. These screams. All for me.”
Each thrust drives me higher. Each circle of his fingers around my clit brings me closer to the edge. His knot continues to swell, the stretch becoming more intense, more overwhelming with each penetration.
“Are you ready?” he asks, his voice tight with restraint. “Ready to come on my knot? Ready to take every drop I give you?”
“Yes!” I cry out.
His fingers press harder against my clit, moving in tight, fast circles that make my vision blur at the edges. His cock drives into me with renewed purpose, his knot now so swollen it takes real effort to push it inside me with each thrust.
“Then come for me,” he commands, his voice a rough whisper against my ear. “Come now, omega. Let me feel you squeeze my cock.”
My belly tenses as the orgasm crashes over me, and my pussy clamps tighter around him. Oh my god. My throat is sore from screaming his name while I’m trembling in his arms.
“That’s it,” he praises, his voice thick with his approaching climax. “Just like that. So perfect. My perfect omega.”
The pressure at my entrance is intense—his knot now fully swollen, stretching me beyond what I thought possible.
The sensation of being so filled, so thoroughly stretched and claimed, triggers another orgasm, rolling seamlessly from the first. I sob with the intensity of it, my body shaking uncontrollably beneath him as pleasure borders on something almost like pain—too much to process, too overwhelming to comprehend.
We remain locked together, our bodies joined as his release continues into my womb.
“So good,” Gunnar murmurs gently. He strokes my back as he spoons me from behind, still knotted into me. “You take my knot so perfectly. Did you enjoy it, beautiful Lena?”
“It was…different,” I whisper, blushing even though he can’t see my face right now.
His arm tightens around my waist. “Good, different?”
“Very good different,” I admit, still blown away by the way he thoroughly fucked me like it was no one’s business. I feel him smile against my shoulder, and I smile to myself for making enormous alpha wolf cum.
We lapse into comfortable silence, and then our bodies gradually cool, and our breathing slows to normal. His knot remains firmly lodged inside me, though I can feel it beginning to subside ever so slightly.
I suddenly feel his teeth scrape against the sensitive spot on my neck, the traditional location for an alpha’s claiming bite.
The alarm cuts through my post-coital haze, sharp and immediate.
“Don’t,” I gasp, my entire body tensing. “Don’t mark me.”
The teeth at my neck pause but don’t withdraw completely. I feel Gunnar’s hot breath against my skin, his hesitation palpable.
A marking bite isn’t just a casual gesture between lovers. It’s permanent, irrevocable—a biological bonding that would tie me to Gunnar for life. The tradition is ancient, primal, and not something to be decided in the heat of the moment.
My heart stops thinking he’s going to ignore me. His knot still holds me to him, and I can’t escape if I want to.
Then, mercifully, his teeth withdraw. Instead, his lips press against the spot in a gentle kiss.
“Relax,” he murmurs against my skin. “I’m not going to mark you. Not without your permission.”
“Thank you,” I say gratefully as the tension leaves my body. He nuzzles the spot where his teeth have grazed, his stubble creating a pleasant friction against my sensitive skin.
“Though I have to admit,” he says, his voice a low rumble, “the thought is tempting. Very tempting.”
His admission makes butterflies flutter in my stomach and worries me. My inner omega wolf is literally rejoicing at the thought of being claimed by this powerful alpha and his pack.
The biological need is strong and hardwired into my DNA over countless generations of evolution.
“It’s the pack leader’s choice,” I say finally. “Who joins the pack, and who becomes the pack omega. That’s Damon’s decision, not yours.”
Gunnar’s chuckle vibrates his thick knot holding us together, making me aware of how intimately we’re still connected.
“Damon wouldn’t be offended if I made that decision here and now,” he says, a note of amusement in his voice. “In fact, I think he would approve.”
“And Max?” I ask, unable to help myself. “Would he approve, too?”
“Max likes you,” Gunnar says as his hand rests on my lower belly and over the bulge of his huge cock. “He’s just as obsessed with you as we are.”
Panic flutters in my chest. He and the pack have their sights set on me.
This isn’t going to be a one-time fling for them.
“Mhm, this is so good,” I sigh as Max feeds me another bite of butter chicken after Gunnar knotted me so well an hour earlier.
The storm eased up enough for Damon to leave the library in search of food. After insisting on knowing my favorite food, Damon went out to get lunch for everyone.
“What’s good? The food or the fact that you’re sitting on my cock?” Damon teases, shifting his hips a little so that his knot sits deeper inside me.
“Both,” I moan.
Eating good food while Damon’s thick cock throbs inside me is a different type of pleasure than any I’ve experienced so far.
My heat is still ongoing, and to make sure I don’t feel any pain, the guys are determined to keep me knotted at all times. After chasing me all over the place, Gunnar is devouring his bowl of food, probably hungry as hell from his naughty games with me.
“There’s something about you,” Max says slowly, wiping the corner of my mouth with his thumb. “You look so familiar to me. I’ve been racking my brain trying to figure out how I know you.”
I freeze, memories of that night flooding back. He was definitely the red-headed alpha who was kind to me. He saw me getting dragged away by my ex. Ice-cold dread settles into my stomach.
I’m scared of them finding out who I am. Alphas are unpredictable, and there is a risk of them going after my old pack, especially after I spent years trying to hide from my exes.
“Maybe,” I say, then trying to change the subject. “Have you had an omega before? Like in your pack, I mean.”
“Yes,” he says after a long pause, making me curious.
I wait, giving him space to elaborate if he chooses. When he doesn’t, I venture another careful question. “What happened to her?”
His exhale is heavy, somewhere between a sigh and a controlled release of tension. “It ended.”
“Sorry, I wasn’t trying to pry,” I say. “I was just curious about your pack.”
“She ran away,” Damon says. “Good thing I didn’t mark her.”
I swallow the next spoonful of rice, my heart beating hard. I wonder what made her run away, but the mention of her is causing all the alphas to tense up. Even Gunnar pauses eating for a second.
“Stop thinking so hard,” Damon murmurs, kissing my shoulder gently. “I can practically hear the gears turning in your head.”
“Hard not to think,” I reply with a small smile he can’t see. “Being knotted to someone doesn’t turn my brain off, you know.”
“I must not have done it right, then.”
The tension eases as I laugh at his joke. Gunnar and Max join in, and Damon’s laughter is a warm rumble against my back. It’s a strange moment of normalcy in an utterly abnormal situation.
