The private car was a bit excessive, in Molly's opinion. She shook from the chills that wracked her body, unpleasantly reminded of the one summer when she was a girl that she'd neglected to use sunscreen and had burnt so badly she'd become sun sick. The boiling of her blood and radiating heat from her skin was so similar to that feeling so long ago that she thought for a moment she could still smell the ocean and the cloying scent of aloe. But no, the only cloying scent in her flat was herself, or rather the copious moisture gathering between her thighs. She peered out of the window again, looking down at the street for a sign of the car that would arrive to pick her up within the half hour.

It finally pulled to the curb and a smartly dressed young woman climbed out. Molly stumbled towards the door, whimpers escaping her as her legs rubbed together. The doorbell rang a second later and Molly picked up her bag, opening the door a crack, keeping the chain attached to it just in case an alpha passed too close and smelled her.

"Miss Hooper?" A brown eyed woman came into view, holding out a small pill bottle along with a bottle of water. "I'm here to escort you. I have to ask you to take two of these and drink all of the water to make transportation easier."

Molly nodded obediently, soothed by the calming scent of the other omega. She unhooked the chain and did as the woman asked, grimacing at the strong taste of the pills.

"Good, now we wait. May I come in?" The woman motioned into the flat and Molly moved aside.

Twenty minutes later, Molly stepped out of her flat and locked the door, following the woman who had identified herself as only "Anthea."

"Come," the woman ordered and Molly meekly obeyed, heading down the hall and the two flights of stairs to the main floor, then out to the waiting car. She was surprised to see Anthea open the door for her, but the other omega merely smiled (the first genuine smile she'd given Molly since she'd first appeared) and tilted her head to indicate that Molly should get into the vehicle.

The second she made to slid into the back seat, the scent of alpha hit her and she gasped loudly, her body flushing again. Wide-eyed, she looked up, still only halfway in the car, and saw two identical sets of blue eyes watching her hungrily.

"Well don't just sit there gaping," Sherlock said, but a grin played across his lips, belaying his cutting tone. "This is what you paid for, isn't it?"

Molly grimaced as she climbed fully in and seated herself, facing the two alphas who were seated with their backs to the driver. Molly vaguely realized that Anthea had gotten in the front and they were pulling into traffic.

"I was told that you would be waiting for me at the house," Molly stammered, as Khan shifted closer to her, and Sherlock let out a low growl. She'd forgone knickers, opting instead to wear a loose knee length skirt, and she was both thankful and terrified of the fact. She was soaked, her inner thighs sticky and wet with her arousal, and she whimpered as she felt another gush of it coating her pussy.

The two alphas took a deep breath, scenting the return of her heat, and their eyes darkened. Molly watched them both closely, acutely aware that even though she'd paid for them, now she was the prey to their predator.

"Last chance, Molly Hooper," Sherlock growled, his fists clenching. "You can still change your mind."

Molly's brow furrowed slightly, wondering how he could tell that even through her biological response to them, she was still apprehensive. Sherlock placed a hand on Khan's shoulder to stay him, and the other alpha snarled but made no attempt to remove it.

"Molly?" Sherlock watched her intently and Molly swallowed thickly. She was growing wetter by the second, and could feel her heartbeat revving up, her skin flushing, a sickening churning in her gut. The heat was taking hold once more and she was quickly becoming desperate for an alpha's knot.

"No, no," she stammered. "Please, it hurts."

Sherlock and Khan leaned forward then, and before Molly could even think, both alphas were on her. Khan threw up her skirt, letting out a low growl as he discovered the lack of knickers, then pulled her legs apart, licking a hot stripe up her leg, tasting the stickiness of her arousal. He let out a soft groan as he slid two fingers into her pussy and pumped them in and out roughly. Molly yelped, her feet scrabbling against the floor in a vain attempt to escape from his touch. Next to her, Sherlock snarled at Khan.

"Don't hurt her!" he ordered, and Molly could almost taste the alpha dominance in the air. Khan paused and glanced up at Sherlock, smirking.

"Jealous?" he quipped, and Molly felt Sherlock tense at her side. He and Khan stared at each other for a long moment, and Molly worried that they would fight. After an interminable pause though, Khan broke eye contact and went back to his previous actions, but with a marked difference in how hard he pushed into her body.

Sherlock watched for a moment, before beginning to work Molly's shirt off of her body. He grew annoyed with it after a few seconds and carefully ripped it from her body, causing her to gasp and moan.

"I'll replace it," he murmured, pressing open mouthed kisses to her chin and neck.

The difference in the two men was astounding. Even though they were both alphas, and it appeared that Sherlock was the stronger of the two, they seemed to be worlds apart in temperament. Khan was obviously used to taking what he pleased from his woman's body. His actions were rougher and surer than Sherlock's hesitant explorations. For a brief moment, Molly wondered if Sherlock had ever been with a woman, but dismissed the thought, considering he worked in a heat house.

Khan's tongue quickly wiped all coherent thought from Molly's mind, and she arched her hips, silently begging for more as Sherlock pulled her bra from her body, busily sucking dark marks into her creamy skin. He obliged and she rapidly found herself on the edge of an epic orgasm. Just before she fell over the edge, Sherlock leaned over and wrapped his lips around her nipple, tugging insistently on her with his teeth.

Molly shrieked, her body convulsing as her orgasm swept over her. Khan didn't let up on her until she pulled him away, panting and shaking in the aftermath.

"God," she managed between gulping breaths. "That was, that was intense." Molly was somewhere between shock and bliss, and could hardly manage coherent thoughts. Next to her, Sherlock chuckled.

"Yes well, wait until you take my knot," he crooned, idly playing with her breasts still.

Ten minutes later, they pulled up to a large home, and Molly eyed it warily.

"Where are we? I thought we would be placed in a suite on site."

Sherlock had the decency to look a bit guilty. He climbed out of the car and offered his hand to Molly, who had slipped on her torn shirt. Khan would not relinquish her bra however so her sensitive nipples rubbed against the material of her shirt, making her even more conscious of her simmering arousal. It would only really abate once knotting had occurred and even then only for a while before it took hold again and again until the heat broke after several days.

"I thought you might appreciate some more privacy given your previous hesitance to avail yourself of the services of the heat house and the fact that you were all but dragged there by Miss Morstan for this appointment," Sherlock said as Molly climbed out with Khan right behind her.

"Oh, well where are we?" Molly asked, examining the beautiful country home.

The alphas exchanged looks and Khan smirked as Sherlock looked a bit uncomfortable.

"It's, uhm, well it's my family's home," Sherlock explained. "But they aren't here, of course," he quickly added with a grimace. "It's fully stocked and everything…" He trailed off. "Not good?"

Molly stared at him for a moment, considering the alpha before her. While he was undoubtedly alpha (that much was obvious from his impetuous nature and commanding tone as much as it was from his scent) he seemed almost timid when dealing with her.

"Molly?"

Sherlock's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she blushed hotly.

"No, no, it's fine," she assured him. "Thank you, actually, I do prefer the privacy."

Sherlock grinned triumphantly and Khan snorted behind Molly.

"Don't look so pleased," he growled. "I've already given her an orgasm. Haven't I, my little omega?" he crooned against her ear. Molly shivered.

Sherlock pulled a face and grabbed Molly's hand, pulling her along behind him as he headed determinedly up the walk to the front door. He let them in, and promptly began stripping. Molly flushed again as his lean body was revealed to her piece by piece. Khan followed suit and she marveled at the differences in the men. Khan was far more muscular, but Sherlock had a lean strength that he demonstrated as he picked up Molly and threw her over his shoulder, heading for the stairs.

"Now, Miss Hooper," Sherlock snapped as he scaled the steps, Khan hot on his heels. "I believe something was said about an orgasm?"

Molly gasped as he opened a door and stalked into a room with her. There was no bed, but a pile of pillows and throw blankets filled one corner of the room. In fact, there was no furniture at all with the exception of a small cabinet next to the door. Sherlock deposited Molly in the pile of blankets and both he and Khan began removing her clothes. She giggled as tearing sounds were heard and mock frowned at them. The frown dissipated as Sherlock gave her a heated look and covered her body with his.

Instantly, her heat came roaring back and she moaned loudly, throwing her head back to expose her neck in instinctive omega submission. Sherlock groaned and Khan let out a low growl, both of the alphas fighting the urge to mark her.

Her hips canted upwards and she felt Sherlock's hard cock pressing insistently against her soaked cunt, sliding through her arousal easily.

"Oh God, Molly," Sherlock panted, pulling back to look up at her, eyes almost black with lust. "Let me fuck you."

Molly nodded frantically and spread her legs wider, but Sherlock grasped her hips and flipped her in one smooth motion. He pulled her up to her knees and the heat hit Molly full force, practically bowling her over with lust for both of the alphas.

"God yes, fuck me," she demanded, pushing her arse against Sherlock as she reached for Khan, wrapping one dainty hand around his cock. He groaned and scooted closer, seating himself in front of her, legs on either side of her torso. Instantly, Molly's mouth was on him, her body bent to offer her arse to Sherlock. She felt him nudging at her entrance and then pressing into her slowly. She gasped, and took her mouth off of Khan but kept a hand wrapped around his length, stroking slowly.

Sherlock pushed into her slowly and gently, until he was fully seated in her body. He paused and Molly reared back against him impatiently. His hands went to her hips automatically and he chuckled.

"Eager, are we?" he asked, humor in his tone. In answer, Molly pushed back against him again and ducked her head to take Khan back into her mouth. She relaxed her throat and took his cock as far as she could, fighting her gag reflex when she felt it bump the back of her throat.

Sherlock grasped her hips and pulled all the way back out of her before slamming back in roughly. She yelped and he began fucking her hard, the sounds of their hips slapping together filling the room. Molly stopped sucking Khan's prick, and he sat up on his knees, taking her hair in one of his hands. Molly caught on and opened her mouth obediently, the motion from Sherlock fucking her, pushing her onto Khan. Her eyes closed in bliss as she was repeatedly filled by the two alphas.

She pulled away from Khan after a while, close to her orgasm, pushing back desperately onto Sherlock's cock, where she could feel his knot forming. Dimly, she was aware that Khan was now stroking himself, as she pushed back once final time and screamed in ecstasy as Sherlock's heavy knot was fully seated inside her. Her body spasmed and she fell against the floor, her arms no longer able to support her. A moment later, she felt something warm and wet on her back and she realized that Khan had cum on her. Sherlock lay behind her, rolling her to her side and covering her with his arm protectively while Khan stood and sauntered away, returning a little later with a cool glass of water, which Sherlock made her drink. He cleaned her back gently, and when his knot dissipated enough, he moved as if to get up, but Molly pulled him back. Sherlock and Khan exchanged glances, the former, cautiously happy with the action, the latter, annoyed by it.

Unaware of the silent dialogue between the alphas and fully sated, Molly drifted off into a dreamless sleep.