“Are you feeling okay, Claire?” he asks, his grip on my hair a little tighter.
“I will be once you knot me and I’m covered in both you and Wells,” I say, grabbing Wells’ face, needing a kiss. Forrest pauses behind me and I groan. “I’m not in heat.”
Well, at least I’m pretty sure I’m not. There isn’t any pain in my stomach. I don’t feel mindless, or sick.
I’m just an Omega who wants to get railed by her Alpha and Beta. Is that too much to ask for?
“You’re just feeling needy, princess?” Forrest asks as I grind against Wells. He moans into my mouth as I kiss him.
Forrest spreads my ass with his hand, and I’m nearly brought to orgasm thinking about the way he’s looking at my wet pussy dripping all over Wells right now.
“That is such a pretty sight,” the Alpha says, his fingers slipping into me. When he pulls out, I whine.
He quickly replaces his fingers with the head of his cock and I moan my approval. He moves slowly behind me. We’re a tangle of limbs like this and I fucking love it. There’s no inch of my skin that isn’t untouched and I feel wholly cherished.
When Forrest presses to the hilt, both Wells and I make some incoherent noises. It’s almost like he’s fucking us both as he keeps the pace, rocking my pussy against Wells as he fills me up.
“You take him so fucking good, sweetheart,” Wells says beneath me. The praise has slick pooling out of me, and our Alpha curses at the sensation.
I’m a panting mess. I can feel myself fluttering around Forrest’s length and I know I’m so close. I want to nestle my face into Wells' throat and just go limp, but the man grabs my face. Our gazes lock as my lips part in ecstasy.
“Let me watch you while you take his knot,” he tells me.
I don’t lose eye contact and when Forrest presses his knot inside of me, a cry of pleasure falls out. It feels so good, sofucking right. The stretch is perfect and I just lose myself to my orgasm. Nothing has ever felt so perfect.
Wells thrusts his hips the best he can, his cock sliding all against my wet pussy, making my release last even longer.
Forrest is making these deep groans behind me and his grip on my ass is so tight, he might leave fingerprint-shaped bruises behind. He floods me with his release, his hips having a mind of their own.
His cum is warm and I’m so grateful that his knot is going to keep it inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Wells hisses as I feel his cock jerk between our bodies.
Forrest is panting behind me, his hands rubbing my ass, like it’s an apology for being too rough. Wells cups my face. The kiss is lazy, delicious, and perfect.
I’m shivering while his tongue slips between my lips, and it’s not because I’m cold or hot. I’m just so happy I don’t even know how to explain it. The emotions running through me are nearly too much and I can’t help it; I don’t know where they come from, but tears stream down my face.
“Hey. Hey. You’re okay,” Wells assures me. He doesn’t ask me what’s wrong and I’m so thankful.
Because nothing is wrong, I just didn’t know how good this would be. I’ve yearned for a pack, knowing that’s what my future held. But to actually physically experience it? I’m just overwhelmed.
Forrest rubs my back. He’s quiet but his chest rumbles with a purr. This isn’t the most ideal position to be knotted in, but he doesn’t complain as he supports his weight on his knees, and I rest most of mine on Wells.
The Beta wraps his arms around my back and kisses the side of my face as he pets my hair. Forrest joins in, both of them petting and touching me at the same time.
It both helps me settle and it also just makes me even more emotional.
This is what I deserve. This is the pack I’ve always dreamed of for myself, and maybe it’s time to leave any other dreams I had in the past. But why does the thought of that hurt so damn much?
When Forrest’s knot deflates, we decide that it’s best to take showers. Wells goes to strip the bed and I couldn’t stop the whine that rips out of me if I tried. I know we need to sleep there tonight and doing so with a giant slick and cum puddle isn’t ideal.
But the sheets smell like all of us, mainly me and Forrest, but they’re perfect.
They compromise by letting me keep the top sheet bundled up in the corner of the room. Reyna brings us some new blankets while I’m in the shower.
Together we decide we want a night in and I couldn’t be more on board with that idea. The three of us in my balcony suite feels so domestic and natural. It kinda makes me wish we weren’t on the ship anymore.
Huh. I guess I hadn’t really thought about leaving the ship early. I also didn’t expect to find Forrest and Wells literally the first day of the cruise or everything else that ensued.