Page 47 of Roommates' Alpha

“Fuck!” I yelled as his cock dragged over my sweet spot.

He chuckled. “Right there, got it.”

He thrust again, and my entire body trembled from how he managed to prolong the pleasure. Then Micah clenched around me as the motion caused my knot to put pressure on his sweet spot, and I was gone.

Any sense of rational thought was impossible as Xavier began fucking me in earnest, and Micah’s renewed cries of pleasure filled the room. Crow and Terry stood to either side, pulling me in for kisses as their hands explored my body. These were my men, and I was theirs.

And it was so, so right.

“Can’t wait to feel how tight you are around my knot,” Xavier growled in my ear. “Watch my cum leak out of you, knowing that I finally claimed you.”

“Yes,” I moaned. “Let me feel it.”

He grunted, tightened his hold on my hips, and pounded into me. Every thrust nailed my sweet spot, and with Micah still tight around my knot, it only took a few thrusts before I came again, my seed shooting into our omega as Xavier filled and knotted me.

White hot bliss washed over me, and as I came down a tiny part of me worried that I’d wake up, that this had all been a dream.

Then Xavier’s hands were under my shirt, leaving trails of heat across my stomach. He pressed kisses to the back of my neck, while Micah hummed contentedly beneath me.

“Can I take this off?” Xavier asked after several seconds, tugging at my t-shirt.

I nodded and shifted, giving him access as he worked around our weird position. Then my shirt was off, and his large hands ran up my sides.

“Gorgeous,” he growled.

My face heated. “It’s ok? I’m not trim like the rest of you.”

Xavier snorted. “Right now, I wouldn’t have you any other way. The future? That’s up to you, but as long as you’re you, that’s what matters.”

“Don’t change” Micah murmured from where his face rested on the couch. “You’re perfect for cuddling.”

“I’ll agree to that,” Terry added. “An Owen cuddle is better than any cold medicine.”

Crow chuckled and Xavier kissed my back.

“We’ll get our turns too now,” Xavier said.

I smiled. There was something about having the men important to me in my arms, and I couldn’t wait to be able to cuddle all of them.

We stayed in that awkward pose for several minutes, waiting for Xavier’s and my knots to go down. His released first, and mine a few seconds later.

“Fuck, that’s sexy,” Terry growled as I pulled out. “Our omega nice and stretched, and already leaking cum.”

I shivered and stumbled back until I collapsed onto the chair.

“Alpha…” Micah whined, wriggling his ass. “Please.”

“Go ahead,” Terry said, resting a hand on Crow’s shoulder. “There’s something I want to do first.”

I’d thought it would have been impossible to get hard again so soon, not after coming twice like that. But watching Crow push down his pants—freeing a long slender cock—had my dick twitching, and Micah’s moans as the other alpha slid inside had me at half-mast.

Something caught my eye, and I turned to see Terry walk over. He perched himself on one knee, leaned in, and kissed me. “You ok?”

I nodded. “Still not convinced this isn’t a dream.”

He laughed and kissed me again. “If you’re dreaming, so am I. Promise you won’t run again?”

My face heated. “I didn’t know I was running.”