Page 80 of Knotted their Beauty

“Arlo?”

I fall out of bed and half crawl-slash-run to the bathroom, ducking around Lennox in my hurry. I’m about to lose my dinner from last night. I barely make it before I’m praying to the porcelain god, shuddering and making unspeakable noises as I throw up.

Slick pushes its way out of my asshole in commiseration with my misery, and I whine as I grip the edges of the toilet.

“Definitely not a stomach virus,” Baron says softly. My alphas were making me something to help my stomach, but nothing short of knots and alpha cum is going to fix me.

“Nope,” Lennox grunts.

“Stop...talking around me as if I’m not here,” I groan, closing my eyes.

“I was trying not to distract you,” Baron says. “Let’s get you a shower.”

“Unless you plan to fuck me in there, please get out.”

I’m being rude, but I swear I can’t help it. All I can smell are their scents, and it’s making things worse. It’s like having all of these sweet treats in front of me and being on some kind of diet. How do I ask for them to take care of me?

We haven’t discussed heats yet. I don’t know how this is supposed to work. This revolves around my need to not kick up a fuss and stay small. It’s a hard habit to break. I know they love me. I do.

Flushing the toilet, I shove my pants off my hips as I get up. I feel so hot! My skin is burning up.

“Fucking you is all we’re going to be doing for the next few days, Arlo. I’m trying to figure out the best way to take care of you,” Baron says.

“I’m going to be a feral omega,” I confess, moving to the sink to brush my teeth. I would rather rinse my mouth out with cum, but I’m too afraid to ask.

Would that be too weird?

I’m so focused on what I’m doing, I almost miss my ass cheeks being parted. My teeth clamp on my brush as a tongue is shoved into my puckered hole, lapping at the slick being pushed out of it.

Baron leans against the counter with a smirk, shrugging as he watches me lean over more to give Lennox access.

“That’s not what I asked, baby boy. Your alpha is going to eat your ass while you brush. This is aggressive self-care at its finest, and you know how much Lennox believes in that.”

“Mmumph!”

Baron chuckles as he grabs my toothbrush and presses on my jaw to get me to open my mouth. I can’t bring myself to feel embarrassed as he takes over and Lennox’s hand wraps around my hard dick. No amount of puking is going to make that go down.

“I expect you to not make much sense for a while. It’s hard to talk when your mouth is stuffed with a fat cock.”

My eyes roll back as Baron performs the sexiest self-care I’ve ever had. Lennox groans as I shove into his face, his free hand keeping my ass cheeks open when my hole clenches.

“Stick your tongue out. I want to clean that too before Lennox comes all over it. He’s getting your ass ready for my cock.”

Fuck me. The guys always joke that I ended up with a pack of assholes, but I don’t think this at all. They’re growly and perfect for me. I need to be pushed into remembering to take care of myself, and my anxiety responds better when they get in my face.

“Such a good boy for me,” Baron croons.

Fuck… oh God.

“We’ve got a gusher,” Lennox grins. “That’s it, Little Omega. The first orgasm is always the roughest. Fuck yes. Keep going and ride it out in my hand.”

I think they’re going to kill me. Lennox continues to milk my cock with his fist as Baron pushes my head down.

“Spit.” I do as I’m told, slumping as I whine. I’m no longer nauseous, just really fucking horny. I almost drown as I stick my face under the running faucet to rinse my mouth out and Lennox pushes his fingers into my asshole. “I don’t think we’re doing this right.”

Baron moves to the shower stall to turn on the water, and I hope it’s warm enough by the time I finish dying.

“Don’t inhale the water,” Lennox chuckles. “His stomach muscles are clenching like they’re in a contest to destroy each other. I thought I was helping.”