“Fuck me, Daddy!” Dusty’s words echoed in my ear over and over again as the man who’d just swallowed my cum was getting impaled by the man who told him to.

Not that he seemed less than willing at the time and I was equally willing back, enjoying the sensation until I couldn’t hold back any longer. Bullshit, enjoying didn’t begin to cover what I felt as he enveloped me in his mouth doing some kind of magic with his tongue. How I didn’t come right there on the spot would forever be a mystery. Had I not been in heat I’d have blown my load the first time he took me in completely.

Heat. Daddy. Baby.

“Fuck,” I cried out just as Dusty’s cum spewed from him, overwhelming me instantly, before jumping off the bed into the bathroom, locking it behind me.

Heat.

Daddy.

Baby.

It was too much. My body cried for relief, no longer sated, thanks to watching Richard’s face as he shuddered, his cum pouring inside of Dusty, his husband.

Husband.

Sweat poured down my face. It was too much. I was ruining everything, and why? Because of heat and my dumb ass not paying attention to the signs that it was coming.

My cock was now standing at attention, not understanding how wrong this all was. It was wrong to let a married man blow me, no matter how much their spouse seemed willing to. It would only cause issues in the end. It was wrong to agree to surrogacy that didn’t take place in a lab. It was wrong to be flaunting my heat around them, something they would come to regret come morning.

I cranked on the cold water, stepping inside instantly. I needed to take care of my need and fast. From what I understood about knots, they generally lasted a good five to ten minutes, longer if the sex was amazing, which by all accounts theirs was. If I could whack one out, get the haze tampered enough, I could make rational decisions, which I was a thousand percent sure did not include ruining my chance at being a surrogate by breaking every fucking rule in the book.

The cold water cascaded down my back, cooling my body, but doing nothing for my cock. It wanted relief. That was a lie, it wanted the two men outside. I did, too, but not like this, not in a way that could only end in regret.

I reached over to a bottle of something, I didn’t care what, squeezing a small amount on my hand. Wrapping my hand around my cock, I began to pump fiercely, chasing the need with more force than I should ever subject my cock to. I’d regret it later, but the blissful relief was worth it. Up and down, willing my mind to not wander back to their pounding bodies, Richard owning Dustin in the most primal way, his body using a gift from mine, my own need, to ease his way in.

I fell back against the shower wall, pumping and pumping, my ears filling with the noise of it all as the water kept falling until my balls and hole clenched, cum shooting against the shower wall. I slid down the back of the shower, finally feeling like myself just as the door flew open.

“Are you okay?” Dusty peered behind the shower curtain, looking at the pile of sated omega that I’d become. I pulled my knees up, wrapping my arms around them, not even sure why I was hiding my nakedness. I’d been in his mouth after all.

“Yes. No.” I didn’t even know, the loudness of the water still pelting down having me raising my voice in a way I hoped they didn’t think was shouting out of what? Anger? “We need to talk. I can talk now.” Or so I was trying to reassure myself. I was definitely in more of a state to be rational than earlier.

“We were so–” He reached in to take my hand before yanking back. “Shit, this water is freezing.

And now that the frenzy was gone, I was feeling it.

“I was hot.” I shrugged, pushing off the floor to stand as I shut off the water. Seeing my cum still on the wall, I turned it right back on, only this time with a better temperature. I took the showerhead down, rinsing away the evidence of my alone time.

“And deaf?” Richard poked for the first time as I shut off the water. From the sound of it, he was none too pleased. Not that I could blame him, I came in all pheromones and need and then left before we even really got started.

“What my husband means is,” Dustin stood between Richard and I, offering me his hand, “why didn’t you answer the door?”

“I didn’t--” The noise I heard as I was projecting towards release had been them knocking on the door. I officially stunk. “I was in a frenzy.” Lamest excuse ever.

“You came,” he said with a wink, looking where the evidence had just been washed away.

“All over the wall,” Richard teased, something I rarely heard from him. He’d been worried, not angry. Worried about me and not because I was pregnant with his baby or because I was in the hospital, but because he thought his actions caused me pain. It was a side of Richard I hadn’t seen before, or allowed myself to see, as the case might be.

“I needed to clear my head.” I shrugged before reaching for a towel which Richard immediately ripped away, pointing to a drawer signaling Dusty to grab me a new one.

“And is it clear?” Richard met my eyes, staring at me as if what I said next meant something, meant everything.

“Clearer, at least for the moment. This time of ease should be a bit longer than before. I came hard.” Like never before, but I wasn’t going there. Talking about it at all would only bring the frenzy back sooner and I needed time. We needed time.

“I saw that.” He took the towel Dusty offered him. “Here, let me help you up and get you dried off.”

He gently dried me off. It was sexy, but in a weird way. His taking care of me was sexy. Not in the “take me now because I can’t wait another moment” way, either. It was in a “fill me with your child” way, and for the first time since before the haze cleared, that thought didn’t freak me out.

“Dusty, grab my robe.” He immediately did and helped Richard wrap me in it. “Here, let me help you. Better?” I inhaled deeply, his scent filling my nose and settling me.

“Yeah. Sorry I worried you. I freaked.”

“Because of your heat?”

It was an easy way out. I had had unexpected heat, an unsuppressed heat at that, after the hormonal dump that was pregnancy and pregnancy loss. But I owed it to them to be as honest as I could. I still didn’t grasp the entirety of it, but I was willing to try. They deserved it. I deserved it.

“Because I agreed to things none of us should be agreeing to while in a frenzy.” And I still wanted to, which should be freaking me out even more, but it strangely wasn’t.

“You’re not in a frenzy now.” Dusty wrapped his arm around my shoulder, leading me to a small bench, one that was a cross between a vanity bench and a locker room one, nothing dainty about it, yet very upscale and pretty, matching the detail in the crown molding in design, but the tile by color.

“True,” I agreed. It wouldn’t last long. A resurgence usually started already. Scientists conjectured they timed in tune with a knot releasing, something about letting the alpha know his job wasn’t yet done if the pregnancy hadn’t already begun. I had no idea about that. All I knew was that we were already on borrowed time.

“Tell me, little one. What has you most concerned?” Richard asked as he took a brush from the perfect little organizer caddy on the counter and began to brush my hair. It was short and only took a couple of swipes and a tussle when I did it, but he made a process of it, and my head fell back automatically, encouraging him to continue.

“So many things,” I moaned slightly, not with lust, but at the comfort he was pushing through me by enveloping me in his scent with the robe as he brushed my hair in a most relaxing fashion.

“Pick one,” Dustin encouraged as he grabbed a bottle of lotion and squirted some on his hands before taking my foot and massaging it in.

“You’re married, and I’m going to mess that up for you.” Even as I said the words, I no longer believed them. Here were two very married men, happily so, for that matter, taking care of me in unison, no tension between them, only worry. And all of that was directed at me.

“Trust me, nothing you are or have been doing is messing up anything. Do you know why it took me so long to get to you, something I regretted, although now that I’m understanding, it was probably for the best?” Richard stopped brushing, coming around to the front as he spoke, his words slow and deliberate.

“Because you were knotted together?” A flash of them trying to make their way to the door, joined by his cock passed through my mind. I willed it away.

“Damn straight we were.” Dustin held his hand up for a high five, and was left hanging. Instead they both leaned in and kissed my cheeks.

“What was that kiss for?”

“Having you there, watching us, still sated from my mouth had Richard not only doing me my favorite way—hard and fast—but knotting. That’s unheard of.”

“Knotting is unheard of?” I had no experience to think of other than an awkward hand job in the backseat of my car, but I kind of had thought knotting was a given.

“I never knot that quickly.”

“And you think I did that?” I was honored but not buying it. They were two alphas surrounded by omega heat pheromones. That was what had done it. Even if it was nice to entertain thoughts that it was somehow my magical dick. “Not the pheromones bouncing off the walls, because I’m pretty sure that’s a thing.”

“We know you did. Tell me, little one, how many times have you been with my husband this week and felt the pull?”

Too many. The guilt of it had kept me up at night. “Doesn’t make it right. You’re married.” Then why did it feel so right?

“And very much in love and on the same page with him, right, Dusty?”

Richard was talking in riddles.

“Exact same page. We want you. It’s as simple as that. Let’s try this out and see if we have something here... the pull we’re all feeling may be real. Shit, I know it’s real. We know it is real. He took both my and his husband’s hand in each of his. “Question is, do you want us?”

“More than anything.” My confession was out before I could suck it back in, my cock already responding. It wasn’t even the heat causing it, either, that had stayed subsided far longer than I ever knew possible. “That mess on the wall—that was me thinking about you two doing what you were doing.”

Might as well put it all fucking out there. Better now then after we did something we might regret.

“What we were doing? Do you mean me fucking my husband with your need easing the way?”

Holy shit. How could such a matter-of-factly spoken sentence contain so much power?

“Fuck, that sounded hot,” Dustin said, as if reading my mind. He so very much was not wrong.

“Yeah that.” I looked down, but was stopped by Richard’s hand on my chin directing my face back up so I would meet his eyes.

“Then the problem is?”

“You said baby and—”

“And you wanted to, so you said yes.”

That was pretty much it in a nutshell. It wasn’t the heat talking, it was me when I said yes. If it was the heat, this would all be easier. Condoms—screwing—coming—repeat. But now, there was the feels and desires for more and it was terrifying.

“But then the baby will be mine, too. And I don’t know if I could do that.” I stood up, needing to move, get out of their scent for just a second, long enough for me to know what I was feeling was real. I made my way to the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed, not the most well-thought-out plan.

“Be a father?” Dusty asked, and I had to think back to the last thing I said to realize what he was asking. He wanted to know if I could be a dad. Shit, that so wasn’t even it. It was that I couldn’t not be a dad.

“Give him away.”

I knew people did it all the time, and maybe this would’ve happened with a true surrogacy also, I’d probably never know, but if the egg was mine I know I’d want to keep them.

“You misunderstand. When we say we want to try this with you, we are all-in. This means that you would be equally involved if we can make this work. What’s the worse case scenario? It doesn’t work, but we remain friends and co-parents? That’s still a win for you, because we also adore Sammy and would like to help you with her as well. The idea of us all forming a blended family is tempting. But if it doesn’t work, why couldn’t we be friendly co-parents?”

Oh, shit. They didn’t want a surrogate. They wanted a family. An unbidden Dusty screaming at his ‘daddy’ Richard to fuck him returned, and my thoughts went dirty.

“I saw what daddy’s do not but a half hour ago.” I tilted my head to the bedroom so there would be no confusion as to what I was referring to. “I am pretty sure I would not be good at that.” Although the idea of taking either one of the men had its appeal.

“That’s going on the list, Richard. Number one. You can take rimming under the moonlight off the list. It’s too cold anyway.” Dusty sat beside me, pulling Richard down with him, talking in code.

“I don’t know about that.” Richard looked unsure for the first time since I met him, save the hospital night.

“It would be hot. Can you even imagine, slipping into me as he takes you from behind? Fucking hot.”

Shit, they were talking about me, doing that. It was official, my heat was slowly starting to build again.

“What’s going on here?” Because I needed to know.

Richard gave Dustin an exasperated look. “We each had a list of birthday presents, it seems you sticking your dick in me is now one of his.”

My hand slipped under my robe, putting just enough pressure on my burgeoning erection to give it some release. I wanted to finish this conversation, something that was becoming increasingly less likely.

“Don’t I have a say in that?” And I said fuck, yeah.

“Of course, don’t even pretend you aren’t interested.” Richard pointed to my hand that was now pumping slowly.

“We need to not talk about that now because you’re waking my little brain up and I need to eat and we need to finish before the next wave comes in. Which should have happened already, actually. “

“Your heat is probably messed up from the hormones and stuff.” Dusty pointed to my cock which was no longer covered by the plush fabric. “And it looks like your little brain is quite awake.”

“It is,” I conceded, not like I could hide it. “When you asked me about—that—it was like you were offering all of my dreams at once. I thought it was the heat talking but—it’s not.”

“We feel it, too. But that doesn’t mean I can’t send Richard out for condoms and still do the rest.”

They exchanged some kind of silent exchange, my guess about Dusty implying he was in charge, which he kind of was from all I saw, even if he wasn’t Daddy.

“No, let’s do this.” I tore open the robe, my body temperature quickly rising again. Looked like my extended valley was gone. This time, I felt better, prepared, like all that happened next was exactly how it was meant to be.

“Now,” I screamed out as a wave of need slammed into me. “I’m—it’s—”

“We got you.” Dusty took my lips with his as a hand went to my cock, another to my weeping hole, and another tweaked my nipple. I had no idea who was where. It didn’t matter. They had me, were taking care of me, and were mine.

“Alphas, I need you,” I groaned as Dusty broke the kiss to lavish my nipple with attention.