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Dakota

I feel like I’m on fucking fire, slick and cum soaking my pants, the fabric clinging to my thighs. My heat hit hard and fast, a fucking tidal wave I didn’t see coming twenty minutes before practice was supposed to start and now I’m in the backseat of Holt’s car, shirt torn off, desperate for a knot. Roman’s beside me, but it’s not enough to ease the curling, gnawing pain in my stomach, a clawing need that’s got me feral. All I can think about is getting stuffed. I don’t care, I just need something, anything , to fill the void that’s swallowing me whole.

My fingers fumble as I claw at Roman’s pants, ripping at the zipper, my nails scraping denim as I whine for the taste of his cock on my tongue. Words are difficult but I still manage to ask for Maya, just her name as I continue to tug at the zipper that’s keeping me from my prize.

“She’s on her way,” Holt offers, his voice softer than it usually is.

I have no fucking clue why he’s so far away or why Roman isn’t helping me, another whine tearing from my throat as a cramp curls in my stomach, more slick coating my briefs. Not soon enough, I get the zipper free and I dig out Roman’s cock, the knot already swelling at the base. Roman threads his fingers through my hair, his voice rough. “I got you, babe. Take what you need.”

I’m already on him, swallowing his cock whole, my lips stretching around his thickness, throat relaxing as I bob my head, fast and sloppy. My tongue swirls the head, tasting the mixture of salt and citrus, a taste uniquely Roman. His cock twitches in my mouth as he fights to keep from thrusting up into my throat, something I’m grateful of. Or maybe I’m not. Maybe I do want to choke on him, anything to fill that aching feeling in my ass.

Roman doesn’t last long, guiding my movements as he spills down my throat, his groan vibrating through me. I swallow, greedy for his taste, but it’s not enough, not exactly what I need.

“Fuck this,” I moan as I pull back, reach down to grab my cock through my pants. “I need a knot. How far are we?” My eyes dart around, the car’s windows fogged, the world outside nothing I recognize. Twenty minutes of torture has me disoriented and confused, rationale thought slowly failing me.

“Almost there, sweetheart,” Holt’s voice cuts through my haze as the car lurches onto gravel.

I’m seconds away from shedding my pants and propping myself up on the back seat for Roman to fuck me but there’s not enough room and that would only serve to frustrate me more. We’ve both studied all the little pamphlets about our designation, the changes, and everything but nothing prepared me for this undying need not being sated immediately.

Leaning my head back, I try to focus on anything other than my slicked up hole but that just makes me harder, my hand frantically trying to find my release as I unload in my pants. “Fucking hell. Jesus Christ,” I mumble, terror flooding my chest at the thought that maybe this feeling won’t ever fall away. The door slides open, Roman tugging me out of the back seat, mumbling something about ‘we’re here’ but all I can answer is ‘knot’ like a drug-fueled Omega in need of relief.

If someone hands me a pillow instead of a knot, I’m going to fucking riot.

“Knot first,” I mumble again, the haze swallowing me, words slurring as I stumble forward, Roman’s arm around me, Holt opening the door to—wherever we are, a cabin, a house, I don’t care. The pain’s worse now that I’m standing, Roman not stripping me of my pants quick enough, a flood of slick and cum making my pants splat to the floor.

It’s a whole mess that I wasn’t prepared for but now that we’re finally here, I’m not waiting any longer. I get Roman beneath me within seconds, using the surprise to my advantage, glad that he didn’t do up his pants again. I rip them down his thighs just enough to get to his cock before straddling his thighs and sinking down on his length.

“Sweet Jesus,” I cry out, falling to his chest with the momentary relief Roman being inside of me gives.

He gives me a few moments to adjust to his size before flipping us, my back hitting the floor, cool against my fevered skin. He pounds into me, each thrust deep and brutal, the pressure I’ve been craving, the pain in my gut easing, replaced by pleasure. I reach between us, jerking my cock in fast, sloppy movements that has me coming all over again, covering his shirt and my chest.

A cry tears from my throat as I shake, vision blurring from the force of my orgasm. Roman’s still going, his knot swelling as he pushes it inside, a stretch so tight I gasp, pleasure-pain spiking through me. “Oh my god, fuck yes, thank fuck,” I mumble, the cramp immediately easing away as I flatten against the tiled floor. I’m so fucking full, my hole still trying to milk his knot as he floods me with his release.

I’m not sure I want another heat. This is fucking ridiculous, my cock already hardening again, need coursing through me even as Roman is still knotting me.

He cups my face in his hands, pressing soft kisses to my lips. “We’re gonna take good care of you. Gonna make you feel real good, Kota.”

Holt steps inside, a horde of pillows and blankets in his arms, his mahogany scent wrapping around. “I was sure Roman was gonna go into rut the first time.”

Roman gives us a sheepish smile, slowly rolling us onto our side so that he’s not still hovering over me. “I did,” he admits, and I blink, hazy, confused, my heat-addled brain struggling to keep up with that.

“Eh?” I say, and Holt echoes it, his brow quirking, both of us staring at Roman, his face flushed almost as red as mine.

“Oh, you were bad ,” I grin, the realization hitting me all at once. “You knotted Maya, didn’t you? That’s why you were petting her today.” My words are slurred, but there’s warmth in it. Knotting Maya means she opening more to us, letting us in and Roman’s discovering who he is as an Alpha, little by little. If she’s still coming, then he didn’t scare her off.

Roman’s eyes soften, his hand stilling on my cheek. “It wasn’t on purpose and no, I didn’t hurt her. Scared her a bit, but Brogan was there.”

Holt grins, shaking his head as he moves farther into the cabin. “I’m gonna set these up in the living room and let’s not knot anyone else in the fucking foyer, yeah?”

We break out into laughter as I curl into Roman’s chest, his pheromones pulling me under. “Maya’s coming, right?”

“Yeah, babe, she is. Will be here before you know it.”

That’s all I need before I pass out with Roman holding me against him.