Right now Elliot is glaring at where Forrest sits in the corner. Her back is against his massive chest, her legs wide with her pink, slick pussy on display for the room, and he has her knotted from below.
If looks could kill, I’m pretty sure Forrest would be dead on the spot.
But Forrest is no better, it’s almost like he’s rubbing it in Elliot’s face that he has Claire in his arms, his knot deep inside her, and she loves it.
Claire doesn’t seem to notice their silent feud. The only thing she cares about is getting fucked senseless, and I can truly respect that.
Our Omega moans with a whimper as Forrest’s knot releases her, slick and cum falling out of her and onto his thick thighs. He wraps his arms around her, using his fingers to push his cum back inside her.
“Baby, come here,” Elliot says in a deep tone.
It has a growl ripping from Forrest’s chest and I just sigh. This is going to be a long heat.
Claire goes to get off Forrest’s lap, and he holds her there, fucking her even harder with his fingers.
“She needs another knot, Forrest,” I say, trying to be the voice of reason.
My Alpha outright ignores me and stares Elliot down while he brings Claire to another orgasm. I rub the back of my neck and grab a bottle of water as Claire wiggles out of Forrest’s arms and crawls to Elliot.
“You need to drink something first,” I tell her and she pouts at me.
It’s adorable, but I need to run a tight ship around here. I snort to myself and grab Claire’s jaw and trickle some water into her mouth. She takes a few sips, enough to settle me as she reaches Elliot.
He flips her so she’s on her back.
“I’m going to fuck his cum out of you,” he tells her and a defeated sigh leaves me.
Forrest is already up out of the chair, his massive cock hanging between his legs as he grabs Elliot’s ankle and drags him across the mattress. If things weren’t so tense right now, I probably would have laughed, but when I see Claire’s tear-filled eyes, I know I’ve got to get her out of this situation.
“The fuck did you say to her?” Forrest questions.
“You heard me,” Elliot rumbles, rolling onto his back and kicking Forrest’s hand off her.
“You motherfucker,” Forrest grumbles, and I’m not sure how it happens. Elliot must trip my Alpha, because they are both suddenly wrestling on the bed. Both of them naked as they were born fucking wrestling and slinging insults.
“You shouldn’t even be on the ship,” Forrest growls.
“She loves me, she only just met you,” Elliot snaps back.
Apparently neither of them are noticing how ridiculous they look, cocks swinging as Forrest puts Elliot in a headlock. Elliot retaliates by elbowing Forrest in the kidney, which has him letting up on the arm wrapped around his neck.
It’s the moment Claire attempts to get involved that an alarm goes off and the door of the heat suite opens.
An exhausted moderator is holding what looks like a cattle prod and I’m grabbing Claire by her wrist and dragging her away from the two Alphas.
“There is no fighting in the facility or endangering Omegas,” the moderator says.
The two Aphas look rightfully ashamed as the moderator rubs the bridge of his nose.
“You two need to come with me.”
“We can’t leave her,” Forrest says and Elliot nods in agreement.
“You certainly can’t be violent around her either,” the moderator says.
“I’ll uh, take her to the bathroom?” I suggest, because if this guy is talking about removing the Alphas things are only going to get worse. Not only will I probably die servicing Claire’s heat on my own, but there will likely be more violence if they try to pull these two out of here.
Elliot stands; he’s in a placating gesture to the moderator. “It won’t happen again. We can control ourselves.”