25. Bianca #2
Good. I’ll give her a fucking reason to.
Come find me, bitch.
We will see who makes it out alive.
The forest goes quiet around me. Even the birds seem to hold their breath.
I wait.
And wait.
Then I hear it... the soft snap of a twig, the sharp intake of breath, the low, animalistic sound that rumbles from a chest too overcome to form words.
“Holy fuck, Princess.”
Owen… his voice raw and desperate and hungry.
I don’t move. Don’t look back. Just hold the position, letting them see what they’ve been denied. My body is positioned in perfect submission, like the good little omega I’ve never had the opportunity to be.
“Wow,” Freddie breathes.
More footsteps. All four of them now, forming a loose circle around me, devouring my naked, offered body with their eyes. Their scents flood the clearing with pure male arousal, and I clench around nothing.
“Bianca,” Weller’s voice holds warning. “What are you doing?”
I lift my head just enough to meet his gaze over my shoulder. “Giving you what you need.”
“Fuck,” Tristan murmurs.
I can hear their breathing, harsh and uneven.
“Take what is yours, Alphas.” The words come out husky, demanding. “If you still remember how.”
The challenge lands like a match on gasoline. Owen moves first, dropping to his knees behind me with a sound that’s half growl, half prayer. His hands hover over my skin without touching, trembling with restraint.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he whispers.
Tristan appears at my side, fingers threading through my hair. “Most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.”
When Owen’s fingers finally slide between my thighs, finding me slick and ready, the sound I make echoes through the forest.
“Fuck me,” he groans, his fingers exploring. “You’re soaked.”
His fingers slip deeper, and I let out a low whimper.
“Oh, you filthy, filthy little omega,” Owen laughs darkly, thrusting his fingers slowly. “Such a good girl.”
“Please,” I pant, grinding against his hand. “I need all of you.”
The words hit like a lightning bolt right where I aimed them.
Owen’s eyes flash pure black. “Mine,” he snarls, already dragging his cock free, thick and heavy and leaking for me.
Tristan growls ferally, no hesitation. His hand shoots out and slams into Owen’s wrist. “Like hell. I’ve been aching to bury my cock in her for years.”
“Fight for it,” I demand, head whipping around to glare over my shoulder, locking eyes with them. “Show me who wants to go first…”
They snap.
The tension explodes, and then they’re on each other, a violent tangle of snarling bodies crashing into the moss. Gone is the pretense of civilization… this is raw, alpha hunger unleashed. Muscles strain. Hands scramble for dominance.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
Freddie and Weller circle like wolves, their cocks visibly hard, straining against their pants. Freddie palms himself through the fabric, breathing hard.
“I want you last, little omega,” Weller growls, voice a low rasp soaked in need.
I nod.
Owen snarls and knocks Tristan to the ground, looking triumphant as he fumbles for his cock again. “I win. She’s mine.”
But Tristan uses the momentum to flip them.
“Yield,” Tristan says, pinning Owen’s shoulders to the mossy ground, his own erection pressing against Owen’s thigh.
“Fuck off, Tris,” Owen is bucking wildly beneath him, but Tristan’s position is perfect, his weight distributed just right. Finally, Owen stops fighting, muscles sagging in submission.
“Good boy,” Tristan purrs, then looks at me with eyes gone completely black. “Time to break in that pretty pussy, Bianca.”
He’s behind me before I can blink, rough hands seizing my hips like he owns them, hard enough to bruise. I feel the thick head of his cock nudging my entrance, and my body clenches in anticipation.
“Please—” I whine as I writhe against him. “Please, Alpha… I need to feel you.”
“I know you do,” he growls, driving himself forward.
I gasp at the invasion. The stretch is brutal, but devastatingly delicious. My vision bursts, and my body struggles to accommodate him.
“Fuuuck,” Tristan groans, pushing himself inside inch by inch until he’s fully seated. “You feel like fucking heaven, Bianca.”
He only gives me a second before he withdraws and slams back in. His rhythm grows punishing… like he’s pouring years of pent-up sexual frustration into every thrust.
“I’ll never get enough of you,” he snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair to arch my spine.
I whimper.
The others are watching hungrily. All undressed now. All stroking their cocks. All waiting for their turn.
It’s heady.
I could get used to this.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Bianca,” Freddie says, his eyes moving between my face and where Tristan is fucking into me.
Tristan angles his hips, hitting a spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes.
“Oh God, Tris, right there, don’t move—” I sob.
He thrusts without mercy. I lose track of time, of air, of thought… until it hits, my body locking around him, spasming violently.
I come apart, and my eyes roll back.
“Fuck,” Tristan curses, hips jerking as he fills me, his cock pulsing inside me. “My perfect fucking girl.” He presses a kiss into my shoulder blade.
Before I can catch my breath, Tristan is pushed out, and Owen is there, sinking his cock into me.
I cry out… sensitive, raw, bursting at the seams, but it doesn’t stop him.
“My turn, Princess,” he growls into the back of my neck. “You’re going to feel me for days.”
He sets a pace that’s vicious, every thrust punching a cry from my lungs. My thighs tremble around him, Tristan’s release slicking the way.
“You’re mine,” Owen’s hand wraps around my throat, the pressure light but firm. “My omega loves being filled up, doesn’t she?”
“Yes,” I choke out.
I really fucking do.
Freddie steps in front of me, his cock glistening. He leans down and kisses me softly. I moan into his mouth.
“Open up, baby,” he says, voice tight with restraint. “Let me feel your pretty lips around me.”
I obey instantly, parting for him. He slides into my mouth with a hiss, fingers threading through my hair.
I’m lost in sensation, stuffed full at both ends. Owen’s pace turns frantic, chasing his release while I whimper around Freddie’s length.
“God,” he groans. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
An orgasm rockets through me, my eyes watering, as my body squeezes the life out of Owen’s cock.
“Need to be inside you,” Freddie gasps, pulling out of my mouth abruptly.
Owen is loud as he finishes. Then Freddie is there, flipping me on my back and sliding home in one desperate thrust.
“Oh fuck, I’m not going to last.” He moves slow at first as if trying to memorize the feel of me.
“Please,” I whisper, my voice raw. “More.”
“Anything, Bianca,” he hums, hips rolling in long, aching strokes. “I’ll give you anything you want.”
He kisses me, his tongue pushing into my mouth, as I writhe beneath him, feeling wrecked and messy.
This is everything I’ve ever wanted.
Freddie grinds into my clit, sending me over the edge, and he follows, holding me tight as he spills into me.
Then Tristan is in front of me again, cock hard, eyes ravenous.
“Taste us,” he growls, pressing the tip to my lips.
I open for him eagerly. “Mmm,” I moan around him, the vibration making his eyes roll back.
He has a crazed look in his eyes.
I’m spread out in front of them… thighs open and sticky. My hair fans around me like a halo.
“Fuck,” Tristan hisses, climbing over me, his hand sliding under my knee to hook my leg up. “Look at what a mess you are.”
He looms above, eyes blown wide at the sight.
“Fucked out and so fucking pretty.” His voice dips, rough and sweet all at once.
He runs his fingers between my thighs, playing with their combined releases, pushing what he can back inside.
“Now that I’ve been in you…”
He lines his cock up again, the thick head teasing my entrance but not pressing in.
“…you’re going to have to evict me.”
My breath hitches, and I make eye contact with Weller, who is still waiting patiently for his turn. He seems unbothered and gives me a slight, reassuring nod as if to say he’ll allow it if I do.
“Because I’m going to fuck you every chance I get,” Tristan growls, spreading my legs wider. “Every time you look at me, I want your pussy to leak just from the anticipation of what’s coming.”
He drags his cock through the mess, teasing me, nudging but not entering.
“She’s already clenching,” he adds with a savage grin. “Like she misses me. Like she was waiting for her Alpha to return.”
“Fuck,” Owen grits out behind him, pacing like a caged animal. “I want back in.”
“Our greedy girl has us all obsessed,” Tristan chuckles, still not giving me what I need.
He watches my face, lips parted as he draws figure-eights over my entrance with the head of his cock.
“You want it again, Omega?” he murmurs, nudging right up against my fluttering entrance without entering. “Convince me.”
“Please… I need you inside.” My body arches and I claw at his back, nails sliding across sweaty skin.
I can see the others watching, various degrees of frustration obvious on their faces, their bodies tense.
Tristan notices. Of course he does. And he smirks.
“They’re jealous as fuck,” he whispers against my cheek. “They want to take my place. Want to fuck you open again. Want to fill this soaked little cunt until it’s gushing even more than it already is.”
He thrusts just the tip inside… and my entire body jerks.
“Tristan!” I cry, thighs trembling, voice high and helpless.
He holds completely still.
“That’s it,” he breathes, nuzzling into my throat. “That’s what I want to hear.” Another inch. Slow. Obscene.
I sob.
Owen snaps. “You’re dragging it out on purpose, you fuck.”
“I’m enjoying her,” Tristan says, finally sliding deeper.
Owen steps closer, kneeling down beside me, his cock inches from my lips, face tight with frustration.
“Princess…” he says, voice rough, lower now, trying for soft. Trying. “Can I have your mouth for a second? Just let me feel those lips, okay? I’ll be gentle.”