Security arrives quickly, a pair of two Alphas, one of them is a large man who must be six foot four and close to three hundred pounds. The other guy is pale with blonde hair, nowhere near as big as the other guy, but he still has some bulk on him. Together, they seem more than capable of handling the situation
I point them toward Jenson. “This stupid fuck completely disregarded our Omega’s hard limits. Then attempted to attack me, which obviously didn’t go so well for him. He needs to be thrown the fuck out, and I need to know why the moderator didn’t intervene sooner.”
The small male moderator's face is super red, and he looks ashamed. “Sir, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t supposed to work at this nest. I was just reading her hard limits file when this all happened. As soon as the other Alpha knocked on the door, I understood what was going on.” He looks over at the security guys. “Please take him away and make sure he’s added to the no heat list.”
The moderator looks over at Emily and he looks like he’s about to cry.
“Listen, kid, it will all be okay. Sorry I used my Alpha voice on you. You can go now.” I shoo him away with my hand. I don’t want to give the kid a complex, but fuck. What if I had been sleeping? It makes my stomach churn and bile fills my throat.
The moderator goes back behind the two-way mirror and I walk over to where Emily and Dion are sitting.
Dion is rubbing reassuring circles down her back, while Emily is silently sobbing into the crook of Dion’s neck. I use my thumbs to wipe the tear streaks off her face.
“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. He’s gone. Dion and I are going to take care of you, okay? Do you want to take a shower? Would that help?” she nods her head in agreement.
Dion scoops Emily up in his arms and carries her to the bathroom. I turn on the water and add a eucalyptus bundle to the spray. I know Emily would enjoy that shit. Dion holds Emily up until the water is at the right temperature. I enter first and Dion passes Emily to me. I hold her tightly against my chest as I let the hot spray hit her back. Without warning, I purr for her again. The vibrations seem to calm her as she nestles as close to me as physically possible.
She’s stopped crying and seems content for the moment. I place her hair under the water. Once it’s completely wet, Dion lathers it with shampoo and is giving her a head massage, which makes her moan.
“I love head scratchies,” she says. Dion keeps scratching her scalp until it's time to wash out all the bubbles.
Once her hair is completely clean, Dion’s hand washes her body with soap while I continue holding her upright. Her skin feels hot, not just from the water, but still having a slight fever from her heat.
“Em, honey, what do you need?” I ask her.
She looks up at me, her caramel eyes with green speckles wide and glossy.
“Mmm, knots...more knots.”
I’m not sure how Dion and I are going to maneuver this in the shower, but when there’s a will, there's a way. Emily is easy to pick up, so I decide that's probably the easiest way to go.
I bend down and grab her by the crooks of her knees, each leg hanging over my elbows. Placing her back against the shower wall so I can gain some leverage.
“Go get the lube,” I tell Dion.
He jumps out of the shower, wet and naked, to retrieve the item.
“We’re gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart. You want to take both of our cocks at the same time again?”
“Yes...hell yes,” she responds, her eyes locked on mine. I kiss her fiercely until Dion returns with the lube.
In any other circumstance, I would say shower sex is for the birds, but the amount of slick that Emily produces makes it possible. Still holding her in my arms, I try to insert my dick into her, but it just isn’t working.
“You need a hand, man?” Dion asks, I’ve never had a guy touch my dick before, but this seems like a fair circumstance. I shrug my shoulders and then nod. Dion makes quick work of just grabbing my dick and putting it directly into Emily’s pussy.
Once I’m fully inside of her, I lift her body rapidly, making her impale herself on my cock. Dion is standing in a spot of the shower where no water is raining down as he lubes himself up. I move Emily so her back is no longer against the wall, but directed towards Dion. He slathers her asshole with lube and slowly inserts himself. Firmly gripping her ass, he maneuvers himself and Emily to find the right angle.
He glides in, inch by inch, just a small wall of skin separating us. I could come from him just moving inside of her and me being completely still. The way she tightens each time he thrusts makes me groan.
I look at Emily’s beautiful face and smile at her. She throws her head back onto Dion's shoulder and I lean in to kiss and suck on her throat, kissing away any harm left on her precious skin. Emily is moaning loudly, the sounds echo against the glass of the shower. It’s like a porn video on mass volume. Dion is grunting behind her and I can tell that he’s close. I want him to finish first so that I’m able to knot her.
Seated in her wet pussy, I stay still while Dion continues, fucking her from behind. Emily brings one arm up to each of our necks and grabs our hair as she absolutely shatters. Her moans ricochet off the glass shower and her thighs tremble weakly in my hands.
Her cunt milks me, and it sends Dion over the edge as he comes inside of her.
Once Dion pulls out, I continue rutting into her, just fucking her relentlessly. The sound of her slick squelching and my balls smacking against her skin are probably my new favorite sound. Leaning in, she bites my earlobe and I detonate. My knot swelling frantically inside of her and my cum settling inside of her warm channel. We’re both panting and holding each other tightly.
I didn’t think about the repercussions of knotting someone in the shower. My only option is to sit on the stool in the corner and hold Emily in my lap. I stroke her back as the spray hits her pale skin, and she sighs, all the fear that Jenson instilled in her firmly fucked out of her.
“You okay, Emily?” I ask her.
She mumbles something incoherent and we just sit there contently, waiting for my knot to go down.
After we’re released from being knotted, we clean Emily up quickly and take her out of the shower to dry her off. We dress her in some pajamas she packed, as well as her highly coveted fuzzy socks. I love taking care of her. I never thought of myself as the caregiving type, but I was wrong. The immense amount of pleasure I receive in making sure she is comfortable and happy is insurmountable.
Dion gathers a shit ton of pillows and heated blankets as I lay our girl down in the middle of the nest. We quickly take our usual sides around Emily and she drifts off fast. She probably only has another twelve hours or so of her heat left. We can get through this. I hope.
Chapter twelve
I’m so freaking sore, everything hurts. My head is pounding, but not with the fuzziness of my heat, more like a major lack of sleep and when you don’t drink enough water. Opening my eyes, it’s clear that I’m back in the tub again. How many days have passed?