Page 14 of Rescued by Four Alphas (Claimed by the Four Alphas #2)

I step through the doorway and freeze, my cock instantly hardening at the sight before me. Dahlia is sprawled naked on the bed, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat. Onyx hovers over her, still buried deep inside her pussy, both panting from their recent climax.

But it's not Onyx I see first—it's the scent that hits me like a fucking freight train.

Dahlia's heat fills the room, thick and intoxicating. Sweet and desperate, with that underlying musk that makes my wolf howl with need. My nostrils flare as I breathe it in, and my hands clench into fists at my sides.

"Fuck," I growl, my voice already rough with desire.

Onyx pulls out of her slowly, his cock slick with their combined juices. Dahlia whimpers at the loss, her hips lifting as if seeking more contact. When Onyx turns to look at me, his eyes are still dark with satisfaction, but I can see he understands.

"She's all yours," he says, pressing a gentle kiss on Dahlia's shoulder before climbing off the bed.

The moment Onyx moves away, Dahlia's gaze finds mine. Her hazel eyes are wild, and her pupils are blown wide with lust and need. Her lips are swollen from Onyx's kisses, and her curls stick to her damp skin.

"Axl," she breathes, and the sound of my name on her lips makes my cock throb painfully against my jeans. "Please. I need you."

I can't resist that plea. Hell, I wouldn't want to resist it even if I could.

I cross the room in three quick strides, already working at the buttons of my shirt. The scent grows stronger as I approach the bed, and by the time I reach the edge, I'm practically drunk on it.

"Look at you," I murmur, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and the way her breasts rise and fall with each rapid breath. "So fucking beautiful when you're like this."

She reaches for me with trembling hands, her fingers grasping at my shirt. "Kiss me," she pleads. "Please, I need to taste you."

I lean down, capturing her lips with mine. The kiss is immediately desperate and hungry. Her tongue slides against mine, and she moans into my mouth, her hands fisting in my hair to pull me closer.

When we break apart, we're both breathing hard. Her eyes are glassy with need, and I can feel the fever burning just beneath her skin.

"Don't stop," she whispers against my lips. "I need more."

I'm about to climb onto the bed when I notice Onyx heading for the door.

Dahlia notices too, breaking our kiss abruptly and turning toward him. "Wait," she calls out, "Don't go."

Onyx pauses at the door, looking uncertain. "Dahlia…"

"I need all of you," she interrupts, her voice breaking slightly. "Please don't leave me. Not when I'm like this."

The desperation in her voice makes my chest ache. I look between her and Onyx. This isn't just a physical need, it's emotional too. The bond between us all, especially during her heat, makes separation painful for her.

"Stay," I tell Onyx, my voice firm. "She's right. She still needs you, too."

Onyx nods, moving back into the room but keeping some distance. The tension in Dahlia's body eases slightly, though her need remains just as intense.

I stand at the edge of the bed, and Dahlia's eyes immediately fix on the apparent bulge in my jeans. She licks her lips, and the sight makes my cock jerk against the confining denim.

"Let me," she says softly, rising to her knees on the mattress.

She crawls toward me with feline grace, and when she reaches the edge of the bed, she sits back on her heels and looks up at me with those wild eyes.

"I want to taste you," she murmurs, her hands moving to my belt. "Please let me suck your cock."

"Fuck yes," I breathe, my hands moving to help her with my belt buckle.

She bats my hands away with a small smile. "I'll do it," she insists.

I watch, mesmerized, as she slowly works my belt free, then unbuttons my jeans. The zipper slides down with agonizing slowness, and when she finally pushes my jeans and boxers down my thighs, my cock springs free.

"God, you're so big," she whispers, wrapping her small hand around my length.

The contact makes me groan, my hips automatically thrusting forward into her grip. She strokes me slowly, her thumb sweeping over the head to catch the bead of pre-cum gathered there.

"Dahlia," I warn, my voice strained. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to…"

My words cut off in a sharp gasp as she leans forward and takes the head of my cock between her lips. The wet heat of her mouth is incredible, and I must grip the edge of the bed to keep from grabbing her head and fucking her mouth immediately.

She takes me deeper, her tongue swirling around my length as she bobs her head. The sight of her lips stretched around my cock is almost too much to bear.

"That's it, baby," I groan, fighting the urge to thrust. "Take it nice and slow."

Behind her, I hear fabric hitting the floor. I look up to see Onyx stripping off his clothes again, his cock already half-hard despite having just finished.

"Fuck," he mutters, his eyes fixed on the sight of Dahlia sucking me off. "She's so fucking sexy like this."

Dahlia must hear him because she releases my cock with a wet pop and turns to look at Onyx over her shoulder. When she sees his naked body and his cock growing harder by the second, she moans.

"Come here," she commands, her voice husky with desire.

Onyx approaches the bed, and Dahlia reaches out with her free hand to wrap her fingers around his length. She begins stroking him while taking me back into her mouth, and the sight makes my knees weak.

"Holy shit," I breathe, watching as she works both of us.

"You're incredible," Onyx groans, his hips thrusting into her grip. "So, fucking good with your hands."

With renewed enthusiasm, she takes me deep into her mouth while continuing to stroke Onyx. But after a moment, her movements become more urgent, more desperate.

I can feel her losing herself to the heat, her need overwhelming her coordination. Her mouth becomes more demanding on my cock, and her hand moves faster on Onyx.

"Fuck, Dahlia," Onyx groans, his hand covering hers on his cock. "Just like that."

I can't take much more of this.

"I'm going to fuck your mouth," I tell her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.

She pulls off my cock just long enough to nod eagerly. "Yes," she gasps. "Please. Use my mouth."

I don't need to be told twice. I grip her hair more firmly, guiding her mouth back to my cock. This time, when she takes me in, I don't hold back.

I start thrusting slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. She takes it beautifully, relaxing her throat to accommodate my length. Tears gather in the corners of her eyes, but she never pulls away.

"You're such a good girl," I praise, watching my cock disappear between her lips. "My Omega, taking my cock so well."

Onyx moves closer, positioning himself so that Dahlia can continue stroking him while I fuck her mouth.

"I'm close," I warn, my thrusts becoming more erratic. "Fuck, Dahlia, I'm going to come."

She moans around my cock, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. Her hand moves faster on Onyx, and I can tell he's close too.

"Together," Onyx groans. "Let's come together."

The thought of filling her mouth with my cum makes me cum. With a harsh groan, I bury myself deep in her throat as I explode.

Onyx follows seconds later, his hips jerking as he empties himself. Dahlia takes everything I give her, swallowing greedily as I pulse in her mouth.

When we're both spent, she finally releases me, licking her lips to catch any stray drops. Her eyes are bright with satisfaction, though her heat is far from over.

"Better?" I ask.

"Hmmm," she breathes, but even as she says it, I know it's far from over. "But I need more."

She looks between Onyx and me, her gaze hungry and desperate. "I want both of you," she says.

"At the same time."

I feel my cock twitch. "Are you sure, baby?" I ask, searching her face. "That's... intense."

"Yes," she says without hesitation, her hands already reaching for both of us. "I need to feel full. I need both of you inside me."

Onyx moves closer, his expression concerned. "Dahlia, you've never had anal before. Are you sure you're ready for that?"

She turns to him. "I trust you both completely. And I want to try. I need to try." Her voice drops to that breathy whisper again. "Please. I'm burning from the inside out, and nothing else will make it stop."

The raw need in her voice breaks down any remaining resistance I might have had. I climb onto the bed, settling my back against the pillows.

"Come here then," I tell her, patting my thighs. "Let's take this slow."

She crawls over to me on shaking legs, her skin still flushed with heat. When she straddles my hips, I can feel how wet she still is, her slick coating my cock as she positions herself over me.

"Take your time," I murmur, gripping her hips gently. "There's no rush."

She nods, biting her lower lip as she slowly sinks onto my length. The feeling of her tight heat enveloping me makes me groan, my head falling back against the pillows.

"Fuck," she whimpers as she takes me completely, her thighs trembling on either side of my hips. "You feel so good inside me."

She starts to move, lifting herself and sinking back down with increasing confidence. Her breasts bounce with each movement, and I reach up to cup them, rolling her nipples between my fingers.

"That's it, baby," I encourage, watching her face contort with pleasure. "Ride my cock just like that."

Behind her, Onyx moves closer. I can see him watching us, and his cock is already hardening again as Dahlia fucks herself on my length.

"Onyx," she gasps over her shoulder, not slowing her pace. "Come here. Please."

He joins us on the bed. "Are you certain about this?" he asks one more time.

"Yes," she pants, her movements becoming more urgent. "I trust you. I trust both of you to take care of me."

Onyx nods, then he spits into his palm, coating his fingers with saliva. "Lean forward a little," he tells Dahlia softly.