Page 61 of Unhinged
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
GEARS
Gidge slept most of the night, but she's awake now, and after fixing and rearranging the nest with her pillows, blankets, and treasures, she’s ready for more.
"Omega," I groan.
"Fuck me," she hisses.
I hesitate, not because I don't want her or want to sink deep inside of her, but because this will be our first time, and I hate that it's when she's in a heat-induced state.
Her scent is intoxicating, and all I can think about is sinking deep inside her heat-soaked pussy. But something in the back of my mind hesitates. This should be special, shouldn't it?
But then Arrow’s voice cuts through the haze. “You can make a new first when she's more with it, brother. Give her what she wants.”
His words are a lifeline; a reminder that this isn't just about me or my hesitation. It’s about Gidge: the woman who’s been through hell and back, who deserves to feel pleasure without fear or pain.
I take a deep breath and nod, steeling myself for what's about to happen.
This is what she needs right now, and I'm going to give it to her.
I sit up, gently moving her so she's laying flat on the pad, and then I kiss my way down her body—starting with her swollen breasts, teasing each nipple with my tongue before moving lower.
She moans in pleasure as I lick down her stomach, tracing patterns with my tongue until I reach her slick folds.
Her scent hits me like a ton of bricks, musky and sweet at the same time.
I growl in approval as I part her lips with my fingers, exposing her swollen clit for my tongue.
Gently, I lap at her nub, circling it before sucking it between my teeth lightly.
Her hips buck against me as she cries out in ecstasy.
Fuck, it feels so good to finally taste her like this—to know that she's mine and mine alone. Well, ours, but you get the picture.
"Oh fuck!" she moans as I slide two fingers into her, the sheer slickness of her heat catching me off guard. She’s so damn soft, so responsive—every gasp of hers fueling the growl in my throat. I suck on her clit harder, moving in time with the tight grip of her body.
Her hands grip my hair as I tease her folds with my tongue, swirling around her clit before plunging deeper into her heat. She gasps, arching her back off the mattress, and I can’t help but smile against her skin. This is what we’ve wanted; what we’ve fought for.
“Alpha,” she moans, and it’s like music to my ears. It pulls at every instinct in me to claim her fully, to mark her as mine in every way possible.
That word on her lips wrecks me.
I don’t even get a chance to answer before she’s coming apart beneath me.
Her whole body arches, trembling, thighs clenching tight around my head.
Her pussy pulses, dripping down my chin as she cries out, her hands fisting in the sheets.
I keep my mouth locked to her clit, flicking and sucking as the wave crashes through her.
“Ohhhh!” she gasps again, and fuck, I’ve never heard anything so beautiful.
I finally pull back, my face soaked in her, and press kisses along the inside of her thighs while she tries to catch her breath. She looks ruined in the best way; lips parted, chest rising and falling in frantic little jerks, eyes glazed and wild.
“I want more,” she whispers, breathless.
I rise over her, bracing myself above her small, trembling frame.
Her legs part instinctively, hips rising in offering, and I catch the way her body trembles—slick glistening at her center like nectar, waiting for me.
The tip of my cock slides through it, just once, and I nearly lose it right there.
“You sure, Omega?” I manage.
She looks up at me, pupils blown wide, her mouth kiss-swollen. “I need you inside me. Knot me, Alpha. Please—need to be full.”
That breaks me.
My omega isn’t afraid. She isn’t uncertain. She’s burning and wet and ready . Her body calls to mine instinctively, the kind of connection that doesn’t come with logic or ceremony—it comes with soul-deep claiming.
I line myself up and press in, slowly at first, letting her take every thick inch. Her mouth drops open in a silent cry as I stretch her around me, her walls fluttering in welcome. I groan, feeling her warmth, her tightness, the heat of her wrapped around me like she was made for this. For me.
“Fuck, Gidge, you feel—” I can’t even finish.
She locks her legs around my waist and pulls me deeper, her hands clawing at my back, and I let go. I start to move, thrusting slowly at first, grinding my pelvis against her clit each time I bottom out. She sobs beneath me, her nails dragging down my skin as pleasure tears through her again.
She moans, “Don’t stop. Knot me— please . I want it.”
“Mine,” I growl, losing myself in the rhythm, in the wet slap of skin against skin, in the way she clings to me.
Her slick makes it so fucking easy to move, every stroke sliding home with perfect, aching friction. I dip my head to kiss her, open-mouthed and deep, our teeth clashing in desperate hunger.
Her body begins to shudder, her orgasm building fast again. I can feel my knot swelling at the base, pressure building with every pulse of her pussy around me.
“You’re gonna take my knot, Omega,” I whisper against her mouth. “You’re gonna milk it like you were born to.”
She whimpers, “Yes, yes, please ?—”
And then I thrust one last time, hard and deep, as my knot pushes past her swollen rim and locks us together.
She screams , full-body shaking, as her orgasm tears through her like fire.
Her walls clamp down, squeezing and pulsing around my knot, drawing every drop of my release from me as I spill into her in thick, hot spurts.
I bite down—not to mark, not yet, but just enough to hold her still as I bury my face in her neck, groaning through clenched teeth.
“Fuck, Omega. You’re mine. You were always mine. ”
We ride it out like that; bodies locked, sweat-slicked, trembling.
When her sobs turn to soft gasps, I cradle her against me, kissing her temple, her cheek, her lips. She’s smiling, boneless and beautiful in my arms. I hold her tighter, knot still locked deep, and for the first time in a long time, everything feels right .
It’s been three days.
Three days of nothing but skin and sweat and scent. Of hands and mouths and knot after knot. Her heat burns like a wildfire, needing us, taking us, and still begging for more.
Right now, she’s on top of me, riding my cock slow like she’s savoring every second.
Her thighs shake around my hips, and her nails dig into my chest for balance.
I grip her hips to keep her steady, even though she’s the one in control.
She sets the pace—grinding her slick pussy down on me in deep, rolling movements that leave me shaking.
Her head falls back and she moans, loud and shameless. I watch the way her body moves on mine, soaked in sweat, flushed from the heat. Her tits bounce with every motion, nipples tight and begging to be touched.
Her slick coats my cock completely, dripping down to my balls, soaking the pad beneath us. Every time she lifts up and slams back down, I groan. It’s heaven. It's torture. It’s Gidge.
Arrow moves in front of her, cock in hand, and she barely hesitates. She opens her mouth and takes him in deep, her lips stretching around him as her eyes flutter shut.
“Fuck,” he groans, one hand fisting in her hair. “Good girl. That’s it.”
She moans around him, and her pussy clamps down so tight around me I gasp.
“Shit,” I breathe, hips twitching beneath her. “You feel so good, Omega.”
Behind her, Acid steps up, his chest already heaving. He’s flushed too, cock hard and dripping slick, and when Gidge reaches back for him, whimpering around Arrow’s cock, he grabs her hips and lines up beside me.
And then he pushes in.
Right next to me.
Her body stretches to take him, and she screams around Arrow’s cock, her eyes rolling back. Tears spill down her cheeks. She’s shaking, completely overwhelmed, and she loves it.
“Ahhh,” she gasps, pulling off Arrow just long enough to speak. “So full. So good. I-I can’t?—”
“You can,” Acid growls from behind her. “You’re perfect. You’re ours. ”
I feel every inch of him pressed against me inside her, her walls squeezing us both. It’s too much, in the best fucking way. Her body feels like it was built to take all of us. And she is.
Arrow groans again as she sucks him deep, messy and desperate. Her jaw works fast, spit running down her chin and soaking her chest.
She rides us harder, bouncing up and down, her pussy fluttering around both our cocks. I slide my hands from her hips to her breasts, squeezing and rolling her nipples between my fingers. She cries out around Arrow, her body locking up as she gets close again.
Acid leans in over her back, his hand joining mine on her chest, his thrusts getting harder, deeper.
“You’re taking us so good,” I groan. “So fucking tight, Gidge. I can’t—fuck—I’m close.”
“Me too,” Acid growls, sweat dripping from his jaw. “You’re gonna come for us, Omega. Now.”
Arrow moans, his hips jerking forward as he grabs her head and holds her still. “Swallow it,” he pants. “Take it like a good omega.”
She gags once and then moans deep in her throat, body convulsing as the first wave hits her. Her pussy clenches down hard and I lose it.
I thrust up into her, cock swelling fast as my knot forms.
“Gidge—fuck—I’m coming,” I groan, stars dancing behind my eyes. I feel myself spill deep inside her, hot and thick, pulse after pulse.
Acid lets out a growl and slams into her one last time before locking against my knot.
She screams again, full-body shaking as she’s split and stretched, stuffed completely. Her orgasm crashes over her, mouth still working on Arrow.
He groans through clenched teeth and finally spills down her throat. She swallows every drop, her lips sliding off with a loud, wet pop. Her body twitches between us, still clenching, still dripping, and then she falls forward into Arrow’s arms.
We’re all breathing hard. My arms are wrapped around her waist, my knot still locked inside. Acid’s chest is against her back, his hand tangled in her hair. Arrow strokes her cheek gently, brushing the sweat and tears away as she blinks up at him.
No one speaks for a while. Just the sound of panting and the weight of what we just did.
She’s glowing. Ours. And I’ve never seen anything so perfect.