More Alphas have arrived

You wake up to the sound of raised voices coming from down the hall. You grab the blanket from the bed, and wrap it around yourself. Something - possibly your nose - tells you it's more Alphas.

When you reach the living room, you stare. Tucker is still gloriously naked, and yelling at another man as tall and broad as he is. There are five more men in the room, and they're all Alphas. They're all tall, broad, muscular man and the room feels too small for their presence and their bodies.

You groan as you feel lightheaded, and lean against the wall. Your body feels hot and the Omega slick is running down your leg now. All these Alphas in the same room is a little overwhelming, and you feel the urge to get on your hands and knees and present yourself to them. They're arguing, why are they arguing when they should be fucking you?

You drop your blanket, and that gets their attention. As one, seven men all look at you, looking your naked body up and down hungrily, and you can see their cocks hardening in their jeans.

You smile, pleased they're paying attention to you.

"Looks like your Omega wants to play, Tucker," one of the men says. He's easily the tallest, nearly seven foot tall and built like a truck.

Tucker huffs. "He's in heat. He'll roll over for any Alpha, but I found him first."

"That doesn't mean you can keep him for yourself," one of the other Alphas tells him. "We all tracked his scent down, and what're you gonna do, fight us off?"

Tucker growls at the man who said that, and you can't believe it. "You're arguing over me?"

"Of course," the tallest Alpha tells you. He smiles, and he pushes forward. Tucker and the Alpha he was arguing with grow quiet, and you wonder if this man might be a sort of leader of these Alphas who live in the woods. "You're an Omega in heat, and we all want to fuck you and claim you as our own."

These seven hot guys all want to fuck you! You moan with delight, your cock hardening immediately. You should've known they would, but it's still very good to hear them say it. "I don't want to be claimed by one Alpha," you say, focusing on what little clarity you still have. Being claimed by an Alpha means you're pretty much their property, and only the Alpha can break the claim. It's almost like a marriage, except you would have to honour and obey, and the Alpha gets to give the commands. There's also no expectation of fidelity, you can both still screw around.

In the old days, Omegas were claimed by Alphas for their own protection and so the Alpha could keep the Omega safe during heat and make sure they weren't kidnapped by rival Alphas. Nowadays, things were more civilised and **** an Omega was illegal. Of course, Omegas were still **** during their heats, but most Omegas lived in towns where the town's Alphas looked out for Omega even without a claiming bond.

"Well, standing around arguing isn't gonna help with that, is it?" You say, and feel relieved when a couple of the Alphas laugh.

"What do you suggest?" the tallest Alpha asks. "A competition? We compete to see which Alpha is the strongest and gets to fuck you during your heat?"

"You'd like that, BD, wouldn't you?" the Alpha who was arguing with Tucker says. "Because you'd win."

BD smirks. "Well, yes."

While the idea of a competition is kind of hot, you shake your head. You don't have the patience to wait around, you only want one thing. "I was thinking that maybe you could all... share me? Take turns?"

That has the Alphas quiet for a moment, and you think about how amazing that would feel. You'd have seven big, strong, manly Alphas to fuck you during your heat, to take care of you and make sure you're filled with Alpha cock. Your hole is twitching at the thought of having multiple Alphas touching you.

"Well," Tucker says eventually, "I guess what they say about Omegas being peacemakers is right. And it definitely beats a competition with one winner."

The biggest Alpha, BD, looks less pleased, but shrugs. "If that's what the Omega wants, I will comply." He smirks again. "I hope he can handle seven Alphas, though."

"Of course," you immediately reply. You can't wait for them to start sharing. "So long as the rest of you can peacefully wait your turn. I can't handle all of you at the time."

"Two at once, then," one of the Alphas says. "That seems fair. One can use his mouth, and one can use his ass."

Another Alpha protests at your ass being better than your mouth, but Tucker shuts him up. "He's a decent enough cocksucker, Terry, and he loves it when you shoot your load down his throat. Isn't that right, boy?"

You nod enthusiastically. "Oh yeah, when I sucked off Tucker it was my first time, but I really wanna get better at it and please you." A spike of lust shoots through you, and you moan. "So, who wants to go first?"

BD looks at you with amusement. "Go lie on the bed, we'll draw straws here to see who gets to take you first, and how many you'll be handling. Might be one, might be two..." He grins. "Maybe we'll even make it three at once!"

You shudder at the thought of having three demanding Alphas to please at once, and you hurry back to Tucker's bedroom. As you leave, you hear one of them point out the puddle of slick on the floor where you'd been standing. "Look at that! Imagine how slick his hole must be!"