Page 129 of The Heat of Us

There was Hazel the woman and Hazel the omega, and with his bark, Remy created a third.

A Hazel that was his.

Because the rapidly unravelling, uncurling sensation throughout my whole body was his. The neverending freefall was his. He was there the whole way with me, every contraction of my body squeezing the cum I craved from his knotted cock.

He demanded everything from me with his command and I gave and gave until I was reduced to a shaking, quivering shell.

“Shh.” Remy was scent marking me. On my cheek, my neck, my shoulder. “You did so well.”

It was a long time before I could form words again. And even then I couldn’t manage a full sentence.

“That…that was…”

Remy kissed my hair in understanding, not needing me to finish a sentence I didn’t even know how to end.

“Oh god,” I groaned suddenly. “We didn’t…I called you…”

“It’s ok,” Remy assured me quickly. “I’ll edit it out later. Nothing will identify us, I promise.”

He gently moved us into a spooning position on the couch, checking his knot wasn’t uncomfortable. Tsked when I answered “a little, but a good uncomfortable” and started massaging my back and shoulders. One hand found its way to my front, sliding down my stomach. The other encircled my throat. I was entirely at his mercy, knotted and choked. He began to circle my clit, dipping down to delve two fingers into my pussy before gliding back up again.

“Come one more time, Hazel. Just for me.”

I fell apart to the sound of his quiet praise in my ear.

When I finally felt him soften enough to pull out, I quickly squeezed my legs together and clenched tight so his cum wouldn’t slip out.

“Take a picture. To go with the audio.”

He groaned. “No. No pictures. We already said.”

“I want it,” I pouted. “I want to see.”

I got back on my hands and knees, looking back over my shoulder at him with half lidded eyes. “Don’t you want to remember this?”

Remy’s chest rose and fell raggedly as he stared at the slow drip of him out of my ass. “I’m going to take pictures because you want them. And because you’re so fucking hot like this. But I want you to decide what we do with it later, when you’re not all high off orgasms. If they all get deleted then that’s fine with me. Because pictures or no pictures, I’m going to remember this forever.”

Remy grabbed my phone — not his — and I think I might love him a little.

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HAZEL

We didn’t end up using the photos. I decided to keep them though. My period arrived the next day, along with a hormonal pimple on my chin that could’ve been categorised as a new volcano. To make myself feel better and fish for compliments, I sent the nudes to the group chat with no preamble, no warning and no explanation.

Remy

Round two?

Ben

Next time call Aleks or I and we’ll make sure your pussy gets the same treatment

I’m sad tell me I’m pretty

Remy

YOU’RE PRETTY

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