Page 29 of Total Assist (For Puck’s Sake #13)

I awoke with a start, surging forward and slamming my head into the back of a car seat. Terror reared up again. The betas had somehow defeated the alphas, and they’d stolen me! I started to scream, and the doors of the vehicle opened, letting in the clean air.

“Shh,” the same soothing voice said behind me as warm bark and rum filled my lungs. I spun in my seat and came face to face with an alpha outside of the truck. They’d all vacated, letting me have space. I met his eyes, then his purr met my ears.

He reached for me slowly, offering me his hand. I was shaking so harshly that I couldn’t move. Tears clouded my vision as he remained where he was, letting me decide if I wanted to go to him. If I was willing to trust him.

“You’re safe,” he said. “No one will hurt you. I won’t let that happen.”

Safe. That’s all I wanted. I closed my eyes, trying to let my biology tell me if I was okay. Their scents—were they sharp? Yes. They were angry. But they were tinged with concern. They weren’t trying to hurt me.

I fell forward toward him, and the alpha scooped me up again, rocking me against his chest as he purred. I was still trembling, still crying and whining and falling apart, but he held me.

“Come here,” he said, and I tried to get closer. As two more alphas surrounded me, pressing their chests to me, their strong pheromones invaded my lungs and head. Purring, they pet me in reassurance, and I realized he hadn’t been talking to me at all. He was talking to the men with them.

Completely surrounded by their purrs and the safety they offered, I tried to convince myself to settle. That I was safe. That those betas were no more.

I was going to lock myself in my apartment and never leave for anything. I would die there. Either from my heat pains or starvation. I was never coming out. The world was hell.

“Shh,” an alpha said, though not the same one. “We won’t let anything happen to you. You’re okay now. We took care of the nasty betas.”

“You don’t have betas,” I said.

They chuckled, all three of them. The sound made me release a breath.

“No,” the one holding me said, “but not because we hate betas. We just never found any we wanted.”

“You don’t smell like omega,” I said next.

They crowded in tighter, all three of their foreheads resting on my head, surrounding me with their hot breaths and loud purrs.

“No,” the same one said. “We don’t have an omega, either.”

“You saved me,” I whispered.

“They’re lucky we didn’t kill them outright. And everyone in there for letting it happen,” the alpha behind me growled.

“Did-did they get away?” I whimpered.

“Shh,” the alpha holding me said. “You’re safe. They’re gone.”

“Police have them,” another said.

“What do you take from this scene?” Dasan asks.

“Protective. Comfort. Purring?”

Dasan chuckles. “Yes. Good. What else?”

“There’s a strange amount of smelling each other.”

He laughs outright now. “Scents are a big thing in omegaverse.”

“Oh.” Weird. But whatever. I attach my mouth to his cock again and suck away, staring into his eyes so he’ll get the note to continue. It’s a while later in the short story when I’m somewhat riveted again.

I took a breath and nodded. “I need your knot,” I whispered. “Make me forget, alpha.”

Rush pressed his lips to the spot right under my ear, then he pulled away from me. I glanced behind me in time to see him nod Kendric forward. I swallowed as the alpha settled, picking my ass up and placing it in his lap, though he didn’t change my position on Ezra except to get under me.

His hands rounded to my thighs as he started to touch me gently, his lips softly kissing my shoulders.

“Touch me,” I demanded. I didn’t place a subject on who I was speaking to, but Ezra took that command for himself. Which was fortunate because that’s who I was talking to.

In all my thirty-one years, I’d never been with a soul outside of Heat Hideaway. And there, I found that since everyone knew they were there for a single reason, there was no hesitation. We just got down to business.

This was different. And even though the mechanics were the same, it felt entirely unlike anything I’d been involved with before. Maybe it was the tub. I’d never had sex in a tub.

Ezra’s mouth went straight to my neck where his teeth and tongue made expert work of eliciting mewling sounds from me. His hands smoothed over my chest and stomach, dropping until he could cup my balls in his hands.

Behind me, Kendric circled my ass with the head of his cock. I began to whine. Not my omega whine but a whine that demanded they stop teasing me. I hated being teased. I wanted pleasure right away.

As if my wants were a banner, Ezra worked my balls—just my balls—in such a way that an orgasm surged forward with such sudden speed that I jumped as I came.

Omegas orgasm a lot and quite easily. It’s both stupidly satisfying and somewhat embarrassing.

Sometimes, it’s as little as a mere touch that sends us over the top, but there’s nothing like an orgasm induced by a knot.

That deep, prolonged, endless pleasure that just keeps spilling until you’re so tired that you can almost fall asleep while your partner, locked inside you, keeps thrusting for hours.

Kendric pressed his head to my ass, and I arched backward, creating a bit of space between my chest and Ezra’s. That first entrance always came with a pop of pain that was quickly pushed away when the pleasure started to burn as the dick worked its way inside.

This was no different. He pushed with steady pressure, forcing my body to open for him. As soon as the ridge of his head made room, I grunted at that first sting. Then heat rose, sending a fresh wave of cum into the cooling bathwater.

He rocked his hips, slowly and gently making room inside my ass. It felt so good. So unrealistically different when everything about this was the same. The mechanics were the same.

“That’s it, omega,” Kendric purred in my ear. “Squeeze my dick just like that. Fuck, I’ve never felt something so perfect.”

I used to absently wonder if alphas were coached in school about the things to say to their omegas. Some were better than others.

Kendric’s words sent another wave of heat through me, and I groaned. Feels good. Feels so good to have him touching me. To know he’s here for my pleasure. To know he was one of the alphas to save me.

His hands moved to my chest, hooking under my arms to touch me. He was deep now, slowly rocking into me, the edge of his knot pressing against me with each long thrust inside me. Ezra’s mouth worked at my neck, sucking a mouthful of skin and grazing his teeth across it as he stroked my dick.

For the first time ever, I wanted to feel an alpha’s bite. Instead, I bit my tongue harshly to curb that demand.

“You’re incredible, Jaron,” Kendric whispered. “Beautiful man. Perfect omega.”

I groaned, thrusting my hips back into him. He was going to make me say it. He was going to make me ? —

But he didn’t. Kendric wrapped an arm over my shoulder as he forced me down into him, slowly working his knot inside. Bit by bit. My head fell backward onto his shoulders as my hips jerked sporadically. The muscles in my ass, waiting for him to fully seat, fluttered in anticipation.

“Goddamn,” Kendric growled. “Can you take me, sweetie?”

I nodded, moaning as I tried to find something to hold onto. Rush caught my flailing hand, and the touch grounded me. And then Kendric fully settled, knot completely sheathed, and my body tensed around it, locking him in place.

“Fuck,” Kendric said, his teeth gently biting into my shoulder. “Nothing could prepare me for this feeling. Jaron, baby, you’re the best thing I’ve ever felt. You know that?”

His words made me melt.

And then the orgasms started at the first rock in his hips, the movement stroking all the sensitive nerve endings just right.

I shook for another reason now. Pleasure raged through me as I cried out, making my vision blur and my voice crack.

The movement between us became slick with sweat and the water around us splashed over the edge of the tub as Kendric jerked his hips into me over and over.

I’d studied knotting thoroughly over the years.

There’s not a whole lot of actual movement once an omega, male or female, locks a knot inside them.

The fit is designed to be so incredibly tight, there’s no room for sperm to go anywhere but a womb.

Well, as a female. The trap in a man was just for fun, I supposed.

What thrusting did was move their dicks just little fractions, just enough to rub against every feel-good spot that their dicks touched—which was every last one of them.

That’s how an omega was designed. Trap that knotted cock and don’t let go until you’re so thoroughly drained you don’t remember to breathe without assistance.

There was no better feeling than the orgasm that paired with knotting. It ebbed and flowed until I was limp in Kendric’s arms, lying against him like a doll.

He was still murmuring how good it was. How remarkable I felt. How perfect I was around his knot, how I was made for him alone.

I was exhausted. The day of horror that started with a routine cuddle finally caught up to me. A shiver raced down my spine, and I sighed.

“Uhh…” I say, popping off Dasan’s dick again, my body feeling hot as fuck. “I’m going to need a diagram of what a knot is.”

He chuckles and gently coaxes my mouth back to his dick. “No more discussion until after the book. In a lot of ways, alphas and omegas are a lot like doms and subs. So all you’re doing right now is listening.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

“That’s my good omega.”

The hottest shit I’ve ever heard spoken to me in the sexiest voice in all the world led to me shaking in desire nearly an hour later. Thankfully, my alpha knew how to take care of his needy omega.