My breathing is erratic after being bounced between Damon and Max.
My heart is racing, and I can’t deny how good it feels to be sandwiched between their rigid, muscular bodies. My holes are stretched to the limit with their thick cocks. Every thrust of Max’s cock in my ass makes my nipples brush against Damon’s chest, and I love how wet the sensation makes me.
Now that Max’s cock is in my ass, I don’t remember why I was scared to have Gunnar stretch me in the first place. Every inch of him feels amazing.
“You feel so good,” Max croons from behind me, nuzzling my neck when his cock begins to inflate and knot. “I want to stay like this forever.”
“Me too,” Damon murmurs, kissing the crown of my head, his cock already thick and knotted inside of me. My legs are wrapped around Damon’s waist with Max’s cock deep inside my ass as they walk to the storage room, with Damon’s arms wrapped protectively around me.
They lay me between them while I wait for their knots to deflate.
“So Lena, tell me why you like to stay so mysterious,” murmurs Damon as he plays with my tits while Max rubs my shoulders from behind.
“I’m not mysterious,” I say, my mood instantly dropping and my heart racing at his words.
“Don’t be upset now,” says Damon while Max kisses across my shoulders. “I’m falling for you, that’s why. My pack and I are falling for you. Hard.”
Worry and fear rise within me. I can’t allow this to happen.
I can’t fall for this again.
“I’m sleepy,” I say, yawning and avoiding the subject. Damon chuckles softly as I close my eyes and cuddle into his chest.
“Sleep tight, little omega,” whispers Damon, kissing my forehead. Tears come to my eyes at the tenderness of his kiss. With my eyes still closed, I feel him rub his thumb underneath my eyes, wiping away my tears.
An hour later, I open my eyes, realizing that Damon’s knot has released my pussy and Max’s cock has slipped out of me as well. I’m lying in the nest of book pages alone as I hear them talking in the central area of the library.
The papers rustle beneath me as I blink awake, my body a little sore after Max and Damon’s double knotting.
I sit up groggily, papers crinkling beneath me.
My head spins slightly, the aftermath of heat hormones still coursing through my system, though dulled now after being satisfied. I suppose being knotted by two alphas in one day would leave any omega light-headed.
I press my palm against my lower belly, feeling a pleasant fullness there, a reminder of what they’ve left inside me. I smile in the dark, remembering Damon thrusting into my pussy while Max took my ass. My pussy twitches at the memory, slick gathering once again between my thighs.
The pain from my heat is still there, but not as strong.
I gather my discarded dress around my nakedness, wincing slightly as I move. Delicious soreness radiates from between my thighs. I wonder briefly if I should be embarrassed, meeting their eyes after everything we did, but the thought dissipates quickly. I need to explain that this is a one-time thing only and that I’m not their omega.
As I bend to retrieve my underwear, a voice stops me.
“Not so fast, love.”
I freeze, my fingers curled around the fabric of my sweater, my heart suddenly hammering against my ribs. I didn’t hear him enter. I didn’t smell him over the overpowering scents of Max and Damon still clinging to me.
Gunnar materializes from the shadows between tall filing cabinets, his gray eyes gleaming with an almost predatory light.
How long has he been watching me? Had he been watching me sleep?
The thought sends a conflicting shiver of fear and arousal through me. He moves with lethal grace, each step deliberate as he emerges into the patch of sunlight where I stand.
Gunnar’s powerful frame blocks the path to the door, his broad shoulders and chest tapering to a narrow waist. He wears only jeans and a tight black t-shirt that leaves nothing to the imagination, showing every ridge of muscle beneath.
“I didn’t know you were here,” I say, my voice breathy as my face reddens under his gaze.
His lips curve into something not quite a smile, revealing the edge of his teeth. His gaze travels over me slowly, lingering on my exposed breasts. “Did you enjoy your time with Damon and Max?”
There’s something in his tone I can’t quite decipher- not quite anger, but maybe a little jealousy that he was left out. My omega instincts flutter in confused response, unsure whether to submit or flee. I clutch the dress tighter around me, suddenly very aware of my nakedness beneath the thin fabric.
“We’re done now,” I say, suddenly aware of the pinching pain growing in my belly. It’s bearable for now, so maybe it’s time to kick the alphas out.
The storm outside is over anyway.
I step toward the door, but Gunnar doesn’t move aside.
“I said,” he says, voice dropping lower, a rumble I feel in my bones- “not so fast.”
My heart races against my ribcage, a trapped bird sensing a predator.
The omega pheromones I’ve released for hours still hang in the air, mixing with Gunnar’s potent alpha scent. Even though two knots have satisfied my heat not so long ago, something about his presence is driving me crazy once again.
“I need to get dressed,” I manage, my voice small as I try to pull the dress on.
“Why bother?” he says, taking another step closer as he chuckles darkly. ‘It’ll just come off again. Your heat isn’t over, you know.”
I swallow hard, feeling a traitorous flicker of heat in my lower belly even as I shake my head.
“Damon and Max already—”
“I know exactly what they did,” he cuts me off, his voice rough. “I could smell it from the other side of the building. I could hear you.” Something dangerous flickers in his eyes. “I’ve been waiting patiently. Now it’s my turn, love.”
My body responds to his words with a fresh rush of slick between my thighs. The betrayal of my biology frustrates me, even as it clouds my judgment.
“I think I’ve been satisfied enough,” I say, but my voice lacks conviction. “I’m not some toy to be used.”
Gunnar’s eyes darken. “You’re unmated, in heat, and we’re all drawn to you. What did you expect would happen when you go into heat with three unmated alphas smelling like that?”
His words aren’t accusatory—just matter-of-fact.
It’s true that I knew the risks of allowing them into the library without being truthful about my designation up front. But I never expected my heat to arrive like this when I’ve never been in heat before.
We stand in charged silence for a moment, the air between us heavy with pheromones and unspoken desire.
Then, without warning, Gunnar reaches out.
I flinch, expecting him to grab me roughly or tear away my blanket. Instead, his fingers land lightly on my bare arm, just below my shoulder, and trail downward in a feather-light touch.
The unexpected gentleness of the contact makes me giggle involuntarily.
“Stop,” I tell him, trying to sound stern but failing as another laugh escapes me.
Gunnar freezes, his expression changing from predatory to intrigued. A dark chuckle rumbles from his chest.
‘Well, well. You’re ticklish,” says Gunnar, his voice taking on an edge now mingled with excitement at his discovery as I groan. “Very ticklish, it seems.”
My heart, already racing from our confrontation, speeds up further. Something about the way he’s looking at me now—like he’s uncovered a weakness he can exploit—makes me feel even more vulnerable than I did before.
“I’m not,” I lie, trying to pull my arm away, but he holds it firmly.
“Liar,” he whispers, and his fingers snake up my arm again, reaching the sensitive spot near my armpit. I yelp and try to squirm away.
“Please,” I gasp between involuntary laughs, “Stop, please.”
But there’s no mercy in his eyes, only a predatory delight. His hand chases me, finding the spot again, and this time, I scream with laughter, unable to control my reaction. The dress drops further as I twist away from his touch, exposing one shoulder and the upper curve of my breast.
“Your laugh,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. Gunnar’s nostrils flare, drinking in my scent. ‘It does indeed turn me on. Massively.”
A prominent bulge strains against his jeans, and my eyes widen at how quickly he’s ready to knot me again.
“You look very interested,” Gunnar taunts, following my gaze. His fingers creep higher up my arm, and I shiver, caught between wanting to escape his tickling and being transfixed by his obvious arousal.
“I—no—stop tickling me!” My words come out between gasps of laughter as his fingers find my armpit again.
I try to push him away with my free hand, but it’s like trying to move a stone wall. His muscled chest doesn’t budge an inch under my palm. Instead, he uses my momentum against me, spinning me around so my back is pressed against his front. One strong arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place while his other hand rolls down my side and onto my thigh.
“Such a ticklish little omega,’ he murmurs against my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my neck. ‘I wonder where else you’re sensitive…’
His fingers dance along my thighs and are now tickling my inner thighs. I’m helpless in his grasp, my struggles only serving to rub my ass against his hard cock.
The dress has slipped to my waist now, my upper body exposed to the cool air. My nipples harden in response—or perhaps in response to the alpha pressed against my ass.
“Please,” I gasp, tears of laughter streaming down my face. “I can’t—breathe—”
But he doesn’t stop.
“I’m going to tickle you until you squirt all over this floor,” he growls, his fingers once again at my armpit as I buck and kick at the floor, laughing hysterically.
The liquid seeping from my pussy doesn’t stop. I try to clench to regain control, but he doesn’t stop tickling me. His fingers press harder, and I laugh harder.
He suddenly spreads my thighs apart with his knees while holding me on his lap and my pussy suddenly gushes out with slick spraying all over the place.
“Oh fuck yes,” he groans. “Now I need to taste your little wet pussy.”
I’m breathless and panting, my face red from squirting like that from all the tickling. He releases me so he can eat me out, and I take the chance to run.
