Page 111 of The Heat of Us

I fell back onto the mattress of the nest with a soft flump. “God, how am I meant to sleep tonight? Even when you’re fucking her I’m like—” I gestured angrily at my jaunty, extremely erect cock.

Ben let out a deep chuckle. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out,” he said, which was absolutely useless. “Try to rest. I’ll wake you when my knot goes down. If you still can’t sleep when you’re locked inside her then…well, I can’t help you.”

I was still half-hard, eyes closed but unable to sleep when Ben tapped me on the shoulder.

“You don’t have to wake me when you slip out. Just sleep.” His eyes glinted in the dark. “Or knot her again.”

Well, he didn’t have to tell me twice.

Hazel was lying on her stomach, hugging a pillow. Her lips curved up ever so slightly and I briefly wondered if she would like sucking on a cock while she slept too.

I let the heavy weight of my cock sit in the crease of her cheeks. Her ass was so perfect. I couldn’t believe the filthy things she let me do to it. Slap it. Bite it. Cover it with my cum. I massaged the soft globes lightly, my length hardening rapidly.

Her pussy was only just visible in the shadowed crease between her thighs. She was going to be so fucking tight with her legs together like this. I spread her open slightly with my fingers and pushed my tip against her entrance.

I bit back a groan as the head slid in easily. She was drenched in us. I pushed deeper, feeling her walls stretch to take me. I was fixated, obsessed, watching my shaft gradually disappear inside her until my knot sat snugly against her opening.

My length was streaked with our collective fluids as I slid out. She was going to be such a pretty mess in the morning. Our pretty mess. I was careful not to put any of my bodyweight on her as I fucked her, mimicking Ben’s measured, deliberate pace earlier.

Her body jerked once, twice and then I felt her pussy begin to pulse around me and she got even tighter and even wetter. Fuck. Hazel let out a small sigh, her head lifting off the pillow slightly.

“Mm, Remy, is that you? Ssgood,” she slurred.

“Yes, baby, you’re doing so well,” I murmured, running my palm soothingly up and down her bare back until she was still again.

I laid down beside her, fitting her curves against me. I’d never ever knotted her this slowly, and it took all my self control not to just shove the entire swollen bulge inside her. When I finally felt her lock me in place, all the taut pressure building within me snapped, my cock twitching with each pulsating flood of cum before I passed out.

Hazel eventually woke up ready to play again and pounced on our sleeping forms.

That night changed things.

It wasn’t about the game anymore.

Gone, forgotten, left in the dust.

Every time I was fucking her, Ben was there. Rubbing her clit and scent marking her until she was mindless with lust. I didn’t really get the whole scent matching thing but, fuck if his scent didn’t do something to her on a whole other level.

When he was fucking her, he told me to tell her how well she was doing.

“She loves the way you talk to her. I can feel how wet she gets.”

I told Hazel what a good fucking omega she was for coming so much for her alphas before giving her my cock to suck on.

Ben made us work together to make her come over and over.

At the crest of a new dawn, I woke up to her whimpers. Ben had his hands around her thighs, holding her down while face-first in her pussy. I glanced down at the duvet I didn’t remember covering myself with and I knew that he did it.

Ben understands all of us and why we work.

He knows when Aleks and I can give Hazel something he can’t.

And he’ll stop at nothing to make sure Hazel is loved the way she deserves.

With that acknowledgement, my alpha gave him allegiance.

“Fuck,” I swore. My head was pounding, a dull ache pulsing through it. “You’re my prime, aren’t you?”

He had the audacity to keep a straight face as he lifted his head, wiping his mouth clean of slick.

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