Chapter Nineteen #2
She was not out of her mind now, nor were her body's joints and muscles softened with the hormonal relaxin flowing through her.
"Fuck," Tenor curses as he presses into her all the way to the knuckles, muttering to his pack brothers. "That's a tight fit."
He slips a third finger in and at last begins pumping them in and out of her, his fingers keeping time with Julius' thrusts, pressing in every time her hips rolled forwards and easing out until only his fingertips remain when she thrusts back. It was too much.
At last the building pleasure crests in an orgasm that overwhelms her senses.
Julius' cock swells and he thrusts his hips up desperately in short, rough thrusts until he is cumming too, his fingers clamped down on her hips so she cannot possibly move any further as he spills inside of her, and Tenor's pressing fingers have to fight to stay put.
She whines as she feels him still gently wiggling them, reminding her where he is, the pleasure sending little jolts through her as she comes down from her release.
"Dibs on her pussy next," Tenor says roughly, grinding his erection against her ass.
Her eyes shoot open at his words, her spent body suddenly reigniting with desire. Just as he intended, his words cause a new wave of fluttering down her pussy, milking her mate once more. Their affectionate objectification of her was something she didn't even know could be hot.
When the waves of Julius' cum at last abate and his knot softens, Tenor wrenches her off him. She flails, her pussy feeling horribly empty even as his fingers remain firmly embedded still in her ass, and then she yelps as Tenor thrusts himself inside her to the hilt in one brutal motion.
He curses at the sensation of her fluttering pussy finally sheathing him.
"Do you have any fucking idea how hot that was? Any idea how fucking hard I am, Eden?" His voice is a low growl in her ear as he begins to thrust.
"Um," she whines. "I have some idea."
Between the shock of his cock forcing its way into her, the drawn-out orgasm, and the fingers still thrusting maddeningly in her ass, she fully loses herself until the only thing she knows is pleasure.
With his free hand, Tenor takes hold of her hip, pressing her down so her clit rubs against Julius' still-hard shaft, and then he begins fucking her in earnest.
His fingers are still inside her, his cock dragging against every delicious spot she has while her clit rubs against Julius with every thrust.
Tenor doesn't last long. One more orgasm from her, and he is spilling inside of her, his maddening fingers at last slipping out of her ass.
He holds them at her entrance, pressing lightly and rubbing where she suddenly feels strangely bereft as he folds his body over hers.
With Julius below her and Tenor above her, his cock still filling her with wave after wave of his cum, she finally goes limp.
"That's it," he soothes her boneless form as he presses kisses to her shoulder. "Sweet girl. You were so good for us."
Julius hums in agreement, stroking a hand down her flank, petting her into a boneless puddle.
Then Luke is there, rearranging himself so he is crouched next to the pack sandwich. "Open your mouth," he murmurs.
There isn't even a whisper of a thought of denying him. Eden opens.
His taste on her tongue only adds to the perfection of the moment. He gently thrusts into her throat, his hand in her hair, holding her reverently. The look on his face is unbearably soft. The feeling pouring through the bond is something like... love. It feels like love.
"It was incredible watching you take them," he says lowly. "I'm going to cum soon, baby, and you're going to swallow every drop."
She moans, and the vibration around his cock sets him off. She sucks every drop she can, but she cannot quite manage the copious amounts they produce and some of it dribbles out of the side of her mouth.
Luke watches it with that same adoring feeling still shining through the bond before he swipes it with one finger and presses it into her mouth.
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After letting her rest for a few minutes, they coax Eden out of bed with promises of dinner. When that doesn't work, Luke offers to buy her a whole chocolate cake.
She gets up, grumbling only a little bit, but lets them wash her in the shower before dressing her in clothes she's never seen before.
They pull out a soft, thick track suit set in light pink that she thinks will make her cheeks look even rosier. A pair of matching pink classic Uggs complete the set, and she squeals lightly when she sees them.
"We did good?" Tenor asks, as if he wasn't sure she was going to like them.
"So good," she gushes, watching them as they quickly dress themselves in their own clothes.
Luke wears the same outfit as she saw him in before, plain blue jeans and a black t-shirt with a heavy flannel thrown over top.
Julius wears a track suit like hers, but his is black on black and the understated athleisure look suits him.
Tenor makes her mouth water in a pair of fitted dark wash jeans and a tightly fitted long sleeve that shows off every rippling muscle.
She makes a small noise in the back of her throat that has him smirking and flexing for her, all alpha preening at having his omega's attention.
"Get fucked," Julius mutters at him as he passes.
"Language!" Eden hisses.
He cuts her a look that makes her pussy clench but he says nothing.
Eden doesn't know where to look in the upscale mall they take her to, all the bright lights and flashing advertisements make her head spin. She clings to their side and they close rank around her just like they had in the prison.
"What are you in the mood for, baby?" Julius asks, running a soothing hand down her back. "Burgers? Sushi? Indian?"
"Or do you want to walk around the shops and look around?" Tenor offers next.
Luke says nothing and he looks as uncomfortable as she is in the shiny mall.
When Julius tries to herd her into a fancy department store, Eden wrinkles her nose.
"This isn't really my style," she tries. "I like vintage stuff. I've never worn anything like this before. Really, this new sweatsuit is more than enough for me."
Tenor grumbles something under his breath about not needing second hand stuff anymore now that she was theirs and Eden huffs at him. "I like thrifting!"
She's distracted from arguing with him when a group of young beta women walk by, blatantly eying up her mates. One of them elbows the other and they pause for a moment, their gazes lasting just a moment too long.
A vicious snarl tears out of Eden's chest, territorial instincts demanding she defend what was hers. She startles when she hears the sound, shock and shame flooding her in the next moment as the sound abruptly cuts off.
"Fuck off," Julius snarls at them for her. The girls look shocked and quickly keep walking, muttering indignantly to each other as they leave.
Tenor runs a soothing hand down Eden's black, gripping her ass as he does and pressing her to him. "Hey," he says, all argument lost from his tone now. "We belong to you, baby. You don't have to be embarassed. We're yours."
"That's right," Luke agrees, purring for her as he nuzzles the back of her neck. "We'd rather chop our dicks off than touch another woman."
"Fucking hell, man, can you not make it weird just once?"
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They don't stay out much longer, although Luke makes good on his promise to bring her home an entire chocolate cake from a French bakery near the exit. She nearly chokes at the price, although her mates don't even blink at it.
It's too long since they've been touching her, though, and her skin starts to get itchy in the rental car on their way back to the hotel. She knows they sense it, responding to it with their own agitation through the bond.
Julius screeches into a parking spot, Luke scooping her up from the backseat and carrying her up to their room, while Tenor glares at the guests in the lobby who look at them from the corners of their eyes and then quickly avert their gazes.
"Fuck, I need to be inside of you," Luke says, his voice low and growly, making a shiver run down the base of her spine.
The door has only just closed behind them before they begin undressing her with careful hands. But when Tenor bends her over and buries his face in her pussy, all the carefulness drains out of him.
She shrieks into the bed when Luke's fingers join him, snaking between her cheeks and finding their way into her ass. Nothing could have prepared her for the absolute possession that radiates from him through the bond.
As he moves his fingers, coaxing different sounds out of her mouth as he twists and presses at her until she is a trembling mess, she feels obsession radiating down the bond, dark and twisted and hungry.
And yet, under that heavy blanket, there was no room for anxiety or worry. All she could do was submit to them.
"Are you sore?" Julius sounds concerned.
She squeaks out a "no" quickly, not wanting to worry them. Her body buzzes with need, not soreness.
"You have to get used to this, baby. This sweet ass is ours," Luke's voice is hoarse, but she can feel love radiating through him, and then she can feel herself floating away into that space where there were no worries or fear.
They would take care of everything else, all she had to do was take it, to let them toy with her however they wanted until she came for them in endlessly new and earth-shattering ways.
As she comes down from her orgasm, she feels them rearranging her, Tenor coaxing her to climb in his lap and easing her down the length of him until he is sheathed inside of her. She grinds against him a few times, sighing happily at the familiar feeling.
"If there is any pain–" Julius is beside them, always monitoring, always making sure she's okay. He kisses his mark on the side of her neck as his hands trail up and down her spine. "–we will stop. Just say the word."
Even after all this time, her mates were still so determined to ensure she consented, to make sure they never did anything she didn't want.
She whimpers, clutching Tenor's shoulders when she feels Luke's hand on her hip. He guides her forwards, popping her hips into the air as much as she can while seated on Tenor.
He lines his cock up with her and slowly, shallowly begins to breach her.
It feels like he's splitting her open.
A strangled yelp escapes her mouth and she shimmies her hips away, but she can't go far before his hands catch her hip, holding her in place.
"Use your words," Julius coaches, and she feels his concern for her. "Do you want to stop?"
Luke holds himself still, waiting for her answer.
"No," she finally breathes after a moment.
With her consent, Luke wastes no time in easing another inch of cock in her ass.
Her vision whites out, every cell in her body charged with the sensation. The stretch was unbelievable, his cock filling her out in new and shocking ways that left her scrambling for purchase against Tenor's chest.
"You're taking us so good," Tenor purrs beneath her, his voice rough with desire. "Fuck, Eden, you're so perfect. Just a little more."
His praise works its way through her muscles, relaxing and softening her around them, and Luke takes advantage with another thrust deeper into her body.
She freezes, almost scared to move with how full she was, her body caught between them as they continued to fill her to her breaking point.
"Almost there," Luke grunts, and she feels Tenor's hands gripping her ass, holding her apart, and then Luke thrusts once more, and she is complete.
Lights twinkle behind her closed eyes as she is sealed around them, a keening sound escaping her mouth and she isn't sure whether it is pleasure or overwhelm or some strange new emotion she's never even felt before.
"Slowly," Julius murmurs next to them. "Be gentle with our little mate. Give her a minute."
As soon as she stops panting, they seem unable to hold themselves back any longer.
Luke pulls out slowly, as if testing her capacity.
Then he is pressing back into her, and her limbs wake up then with a jolt as she clambers to grasp anything she can hold, scrambling against Luke's leg, Tenor's arm, grasping at Julius where he's kneeling beside them.
She finally finds her voice again, gasping out a sound that might be their names.
"That's it, Eden," Julius purrs, his hand tangling in her hair while his other grips his cock. "We're going to take such good care of each and every one of your little holes. You just relax and let us take care of you now."
She can't fight that command, and when Luke thrusts again, she melts.
"Open wide," Julius says then, thrusting his cock into her mouth without even waiting for her compliance. He doesn't thrust far, not forcing himself down her throat or making her gag. Shallowly, he teases her tongue with his taste, letting her feel all of them.
Tenor's hands grasp her harder around her hips, easing her to grind against his pelvis, and the additional stimulation nearly does her in.
She wants to break apart, ask him to stop, tell him she can't take anymore, but Julius' grip on her scalp prevents her from doing more than gargling out incomprehensible sounds against his cock.
They find a rhythm, each of them thrusting inside of her and filling her in turn. Something builds inside her, overwhelming in its intensity. When it finally crashes around her, the lights dancing and twinkling behind her eyes become a supernova that threatens to engulf her.
They keep thrusting, Luke's hips becoming wilder as he begins to use her in truth. Julius' cock slips down her throat as her whole body becomes lax and compliant for them.
She doesn't know who cums first, but then each of them set the others off like dominos. Julius' seed spills down the back of her throat as she feels warmth filling her in her ass, and she's not entirely sure she likes the sensation.
"Fuck, quick, pull out," Tenor grunts. "I'm going to knot her. Sorry baby, I didn't mean to–"
As Luke pulls out of her ass, she winces. Where his warmth was now feels vulnerable, a small memory teasing her in the back of her mind of the devastation of her body after their rut.
They sense of nervousness and crush her between them, but when Tenor's knot expands, all the empty spots inside of her fill again, and she collapses into them, letting them soothe her with purrs and soft touches.
"That's our girl," Luke purrs, and she cannot help melting against him.
Minutes pass and Eden is still a boneless heap.
"Okay," she croaks out, her eyes still closed. "I might be sore now."