Page 62 of Stalked By the Alphas

Hazel

Three Months Later

The air feels electric, charged with a tension that sinks into my skin, the undercurrent of wild jasmine weaves through the cool air when my scent ripens. As the first trickles of my omega heat seep into my consciousness, I’m rooted to the spot in my bedroom, aware of every fibre in the carpet beneath my bare feet, each thread a lifeline to steadiness I’m fast losing.

I spring into motion, my hands fluttering over the collection of pillows and blankets I’ve amassed over countless solitary nights. Each piece is chosen with care, an attempt to create a sanctuary from the chaos my body is about to surrender to. The softest cashmere throw that Carter gifted me with for this special occasion finds its place at the heart of the nest, a promise of comfort against the onslaught of sensation. The bear he bought me is close by, as ever, wrapped in his scent.

Arranging and rearranging the plump pillows, some embroidered with delicate patterns that speak more of my dreams than my reality. I smooth out a wrinkle here and fluff a pillow there, each action deliberate, a silent incantation for perfection. This nest is more than a bed; it’s a fortress, a meticulously crafted bulwark against years of doubt and the gnawing fear that this time I will preparedly be having sex for the first time in my adult life, and I can’t wait, but at the same time, I’m nervous as fuck. We have waited for this special moment, all of us needing this to be it. The commitment we have worked towards, all our lives really, but certainly in the last three months.

The past three months have been a tempting tease, with stolen glances and lingering touches between us. Carter’s intense blue eyes following my every move, Noah’s perceptive gaze analysing me, and Zach’s passionate outbursts barely restrained. We’ve circled each other, building anticipation and savouring every moment of this courtship.

Now, as my body heats up with desire, I feel their presence downstairs like it’s part of my soul. Our primal urges align, their alpha pheromones sneaking under the door and making my knees weak. Stripping off my clothes, my skin is feverish and damp with sweat. My pussy is wet from the slick pooling, ready for them to claim what’s theirs.

The silk sheets, cool and inviting, are next, their pale blue hue a nod to the calm I’m desperate to cling to. They ripple like the sea that cradled my childhood town, a visual lullaby that I hope will soothe not just me but the alphas who’ll soon cross the threshold of this small room where every corner whispers of my longing for something enduring.

I stand back to inspect my work, my heart beating erratically. It’s not just fabric and fluff; it’s an offering, a silent plea etched into every fold. With a final glance, I confirm the readiness of this temporary haven, the product of both instinctual need and a fierce, hard-won independence.

It’s done. The stage is set, and my body is a live wire of anticipation, with each breath, we inch closer to a complicated and longing bond. I stand at the cliff edge, ready to dive into the unknown depths of a heat with my alphas taking care of me. It’s wild, intoxicating and scary.

There’s a vulnerability in this readiness, a nakedness that goes beyond flesh. In the nest I’ve created, every cushion and cover seems to echo back my deepest fears and fiercest desires. It’s more than a mating; it’s a merging of lives, a forging of bonds that I’ve longed for but with the security of knowing my alphas won’t try to stifle me or make me submit to them.

With trembling fingers, I reach for the doorknob, my heart pounding in my ears. “I’m ready.”

My voice is barely above a whisper, but they know.

The thundering of footsteps on the stairs sends a shiver down my spine .

Carter reaches me first, his piercing blue gaze raking over my naked form. “Hazel,” he growls, stripping off his shirt. “You’re exquisite.”

Noah and Zach follow, shedding their clothes with frantic urgency. The air grows thick with the scent of alpha arousal, making my head spin.

“Our beautiful omega,” Zach murmurs, his artistic hands already reaching for me.

They surround me, skin on skin, and I’m drowning in sensation. Carter’s lips find my neck, Noah’s hands cup my breasts, and Zach’s fingers slide between my thighs, finding me slick and ready.

“So wet for us,” Zach groans.

I whimper as they lower me onto the nest, their touches are reverent yet possessive.

“Are you sure you want this, Hazel?” Carter asks seriously.

“Yes,” I purr. “More than anything. Just be careful with me. I’m not… It’s not…”

“We know,” he whispers, cupping my face. “We will take care of you, our tiny omega. I promise you. If you want us to stop, just say the word.”

I giggle, feeling the fever drag me further under my heat. “I won’t, but thank you.”

Zach parts my legs and inhales the scent of my slick. He buries his face against my pussy, and I gasp, tensing up as he flicks my clit with his tongue.

Carter’s eyes darken with desire as he watches Zach devour my pussy. His hands roam my body, caressing and teasing as Zach’s tongue works magic between my thighs. I arch my back, overwhelmed by the dual sensations.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” Carter murmurs in my ear. “Let us take care of you.”

Noah’s lips find my breasts, sucking and nipping gently. The combination of their touches sends shockwaves through my body. I’m trembling, teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Please,” I whimper, not even sure what I’m begging for.

Zach’s tongue circles my clit as he slides two fingers inside me. The stretch is intense but delicious. I cry out, my hips bucking against his face.

“Come for us, Hazel,” Carter commands, his voice low and husky. “Show us how good we make you feel. Show us how much you want this. Want us.”

His words push me over the edge. I shatter, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I purr wildly. Carter growls in response, making my nipples peak harder under Noah’s touch. Zach laps up my slick eagerly, prolonging my orgasm until I’m a quivering mess.

“I need you,” Carter murmurs as Zach rises from between my legs and swaps positions with his prime alpha.

I reach out and run my hand down Zach’s back, freezing when he tenses up. “Show me,” I murmur.

Zach swallows hard, but he turns around and lets me see the signs of abuse he endured as a child. Noah helps me sit up, and I kneel, slick gushing out of me as I press my lips to Zach’s scars. He whimpers, but it quickly turns into a growl as I swipe my tongue over the raised flesh. His growl deepens as I lavish attention on each scar, kissing and caressing them tenderly.

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur against his skin. “Every part of you.”

Zach turns, his eyes glistening with emotion. He cups my face and kisses me deeply, pouring years of longing into the embrace.

I break away from Zach’s kiss, panting as Carter positions himself between my legs, his thick cock nudging my entrance. “Are you ready for me, tiny omega?” he asks, his voice strained with need.

“Yes,” I purr and try to relax. My heat makes it easier to go with the flow and not think about it too much.

Carter enters me slowly, giving me time to adjust to his size. The stretch is bordering on painful, but my pussy welcomes him eagerly. I moan as he fills me completely, my walls clenching around him already.

“So tight,” Carter groans, his hips flush against mine. “You feel incredible, Hazel.”

Each thrust sends sparks of pleasure through my body. I’m lost in a sea of sensation, overwhelmed by the presence of my three alphas.

Carter’s pace quickens, his control slipping as his rut takes over. His fingers dig into my hips as he pounds into me, each thrust hitting that perfect spot deep inside. I cry out, my second orgasm building rapidly.

I fall apart in his arms, my pussy gripping his cock possessively. He growls and slams harder into me. I’m lost in the haze of my heat, feeling only pleasure now, my nervousness washed away.

Carter growls, his thrusts becoming more forceful. “Take my knot, tiny omega. Let me ease your heat.”

I cry out as I feel his knot swelling, stretching me further. I feel like I’m about to split in two, but my omega instincts crave it desperately.

“Carter!” I slur, buried deep in my heat now as his knot locks inside me, triggering another climax. Waves of pleasure crash over me as Carter roars, his cum pumping out of his cock rhythmically, mixing with my slick to form a delicious-smelling nectar.

His teeth graze my neck, seeking permission. I move my head to the side, offering myself completely. With a growl, he bites down, cementing our bond. The rush of endorphins intensifies my orgasm, leaving me trembling and purring beneath him.

As Carter’s knot swells even more inside me, I’m overwhelmed by the intensity of our connection. My pussy pulses with each throb of his cock, milking every drop of his seed. The sharp sting of his bite on my neck fades into a warm, tingling sensation that spreads through my entire being.

“Mine,” Carter growls against my skin when he releases me, licking the fresh mark.

I whimper, overcome with the urge to reciprocate. He presses his neck against my mouth, and I bite down hard. Carter’s whole body shudders as our bond solidifies, his arms tightening around me .

His blood hits the back of my throat, and I swallow before I release him, my head lolling to the side as my last reserves of energy are drained away. Everything is fuzzy and hazy, but it’s perfect.

Noah

I watch intently as Carter claims Hazel, my cock throbbing with need. The scent of their mating fills the air, heightening my arousal. As Carter’s knot locks inside her, I move closer, drawn by Hazel’s dazed expression of bliss.

I brush her sweat-dampened hair from her forehead.

Hazel purrs contentedly, her eyes glazed with pleasure completely in the thrall of her heat now. She probably won’t remember much from here on out, but it’s not going to stop me. I need her more than I need air to breathe.

I capture her hand, pressing a kiss to her palm.

Carter carefully manoeuvres them onto their sides, still locked together. I settle behind Hazel, running soothing hands along her heated skin. She shivers at my touch, a small mewl escaping her lips.

“Shh,” I whisper, nuzzling her neck. “We’ve got you.”

As Carter’s knot begins to subside, Hazel stirs. Her sweet jasmine scent spikes with renewed arousal, her heat far from sated. She whimpers, grinding back against me instinctively .

“Please,” she begs, her voice thick with need. “Noah, please...”

I growl softly, my alpha instincts surging at her plea. As Carter carefully withdraws, I position myself between Hazel’s trembling thighs. Her pussy is swollen and glistening, a tantalising mix of her slick and Carter’s cum.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” I murmur, running my hands over her pussy and up along her curves. “So perfect for us.”

Hazel whimpers, arching into my touch. Her eyes are closed, and all she needs is the knot. “Need you,” she slurs.

I enter her slowly, savouring the exquisite tightness of her pussy as I push past the creampie and bury myself balls deep inside her.

She is limp, like a ragdoll, and it fires up a fantasy in me that I never even knew I had. “Don’t move, sweet girl. Let me take care of you. Feel my cock pleasuring you, and my knot will satisfy your craving soon.”

She doesn’t reply, which excites me further. My cock is raging, covered in her slick, soaked and ready to burst.

I lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss, pouring years of pent-up desire into it.

My mind struggles to process the intensity of the moment. The way Hazel’s body responds to my touch, the little purrs and whimpers she makes in her daze, and the flush spreading across her skin are like pouring petrol onto my desire. This moment is perfect .

I thrust into Hazel with controlled intensity, savouring every sensation. Giving her exactly what she needs. Her pussy grips me tightly, making me groan.

“You’re doing so well,” I murmur. “Taking us so beautifully.”

Hazel purrs softly, her body pliant beneath me. I growl as her glazed eyes flutter open briefly, unfocused but filled with trust. It stokes the fire in my core, knowing she’s surrendered herself completely to us.

Her perfect tits bounce as I increase my pace, feeling my knot beginning to swell. Hazel’s pussy clenches around me, her body instinctively seeking that fullness again. I growl louder, burying my face in her neck as I fight to maintain control.

“Are you ready for my knot, tiny omega?”

Hazel nods weakly, a needy whimper escaping her lips. I thrust deeper, feeling my knot catch on her entrance. With a final push, I’m fully seated inside her, my knot locking us together as my release hits.

I roar as I empty myself inside her, wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me. Hazel cries out, her pussy milking my cock as she reaches her own climax. I bite down on her neck, right next to Carter’s mark, cementing our bond. Hazel’s body trembles beneath me as she surrenders to the intensity of our mating.

I lick the fresh bite tenderly, savouring the taste of her skin. Hazel whimpers softly, turning her head to expose her neck further. Understanding her silent request, I offer my neck to her. Her teeth sink into my flesh, sending a jolt of pleasure through my body as our bond solidifies.

We lay tangled together, my knot still pulsing inside her as our breathing slowly steadies. I stroke her hair gently, marvelling at how perfectly she fits in my arms.

“You’re incredible,” I murmur against her ear. “So perfect for us.”

Hazel purrs contentedly, nuzzling closer. Her scent has shifted subtly, now carrying notes of both Carter and myself. It’s intoxicating, stoking the possessive alpha within me.

As my knot begins to subside, I carefully roll us onto our sides. Hazel’s eyes are closed, and her face is peaceful in her post-orgasmic haze. I press a soft kiss to her forehead, overwhelmed by the depth of my feelings for her.

Zach moves closer, his grey eyes burning with desire and impatience. I nod to him, knowing it’s his turn to claim our omega. As I slowly withdraw from Hazel, she whimpers at the loss, her heat far from satisfied.