25. Bianca #3
My eyes flutter up to him, unfocused, tears in the corners, but I nod.
His cock slides in slow… at first. A sigh escapes him. He brushes hair from my face, stroking my cheek, tender?—
And then his hips jerk forward, pushing deeper. I gag, my eyes go wide, and he moans like I just gave him oxygen.
“Owen—fuck,” Freddie snaps. “You said gentle.”
“I’m sorry, Princess, you’re so warm,” he pants, hand curling in my hair, holding me in place.
I squirm.
“Whine for me,” Tristan hisses, rolling his hips.
I do, around Owen, tears streaking my cheeks, body caught in perfect torment.
Tristan’s rhythm turns rougher, his cock twitching as he comes again.
“Fuck,” he says through clenched teeth. “Stay still, Bianca. Let me… feel you for a minute.”
But my notoriously impatient alpha has had enough. A low growl rips from his chest, and in a blur of movement, he shoves Tristan back with a shoulder and a snarl, forcing him off me.
Tristan’s lips curl into a mischievous smile, but he doesn’t resist. He’s enjoying this.
Owen’s already on me. He grabs my waist, rolls me onto my side, pulling my back flush against his chest. I whimper, limp in his grip, my leg hoisted up over his thigh as he spreads me wide.
So wide.
“Look at her,” he sounds angry, but I realize he’s talking to the others. “Look at what they denied us.”
He leans in close to my ear, voice sweet.
“I’m gonna take care of you now, Princess. Nice and easy.”
But when he thrusts into me, it’s anything but.
He curses.
I sag into him, helpless. Every snap of his hips makes me jolt, body caught in his arms like a doll.
“Fuck… Owen… sensitive,” I gasp, but it only makes him snarl low and tighten his grip.
His hand wraps around my throat, not choking… just holding. Keeping me anchored against him.
“You can take it,” he’s nuzzling into my hair and neck like a madman who can’t get close enough.
The others look spellbound as they watch Owen’s cock disappear inside me.
“You were made for me. For us.”
I make noises I don’t recognize, skin flushed, pussy soaked and fluttering, overused but still happily taking whatever they want to give me.
He licks a stripe along my shoulder, then places a light teasing bite against my skin. Just a graze. Just a warning.
I shudder.
Owen is feral now… long past any illusion of control.
He fucks into me, grunting like a wild animal, sweat dripping from his body onto mine. I cry out his name, and he smiles against my throat as his second release hits hard.
By the time Weller approaches, I’m a disaster. My body is trembling uncontrollably, but I’ve never felt more alive.
He doesn’t speak at first. He just gathers me into his arms and kisses my forehead. “Are you okay, Bianca?”
“Yes.”
“Are you done, or do you want more?”
“I need you, Alpha.” The words slip out without hesitation.
His jaw tightens, eyes flashing with possession. “I’ve been waiting to hear you call me that for a long time.”
My head tilts, baring my neck. This submission surprises me. He places light kisses from my ear down to my shoulder.
“Please,” I whisper.
He pulls me closer to him, settling back against a large rock as I straddle his thighs. His cock stands hard between us, and the sight makes my mouth water.
I lift my hips as he helps me adjust myself over him.
His hand moves to the back of my head, and he gently tilts my face downward.
“Watch,” he breathes.
It’s impossible to tear my eyes away.
“Mine,” he growls in my ear, starting to fuck up into me but still slow about it.
“Yours,” I agree.
The pace lets me feel every ridge and vein. My head falls back, pleasure building again.
“That’s it,” he encourages, guiding me with a dreamy rhythm. “Show me how much you need this.”
“I want your knot, Alpha.”
“You’re already going to be so sore,” he says, concern threading through his obvious desire to give me what I want.
“I don’t care… I need it.”
“First knot?” he questions softly, and I nod.
His cock throbs inside me. The slight adjustment of his hips sends a wave of heat through me.
“You’ve always been perfect for us, Bianca.”
The kiss he gives me steals my breath.
“Look at me,” he commands. “I want to see your face when you take me fully.”
I lock eyes with him, and his knot begins to expand, making me whimper.
“Focus on me,” he instructs. “Only on me. On us.”
“Alpha,” I gasp. “So much...”
“It will fit perfectly, Omega,” he insists as his thumb finds my clit. “I promise.”
His knot fills me. The fullness is delicious and overwhelming, and everything I never knew I needed.
“Oh god,” I cry out.
The pressure of it causes an orgasm to crash through me without warning. My body convulses, walls clamping down on him.
I feel his cock pulsing violently inside me, and his hips jerk upward as he comes too. His teeth graze the junction of my neck and shoulder.
That’s when a rumbling from deep in my chest begins, low and content, that shocks the hell out of me. And them.
“Oh my god. She’s purring,” Freddie says, wonder in his voice.
Weller holds me close as the purr intensifies, pressing his chest against mine. His knot continues to throb inside me, sending aftershocks through me.
The others move closer, drawn by the sound I am making. They all find a way to touch me like they need to feel it too.
I might actually be in heaven.
Weller presses his forehead against mine. “Knot is going down. Few more minutes.”
I hate that I’m about to break the spell.
I never want this to end.
“How much time do you have?”
The atmosphere shifts instantly, all warmth draining from the clearing as their anxiety spikes. Weller’s body goes rigid beneath me.
“A little over an hour,” Owen answers, his voice hollow.
Their expressions turn bleak, contentment shattering into grim resignation.
I look at all of them. “Don’t let her ruin this. This is ours.”
After Weller’s knot releases me, they help me dress with careful hands. My body aches in places I didn’t know could ache, but it’s a satisfying kind of pain… a reminder of what we’ve shared.
“I can walk,” I insist as Owen reaches for me when I lose my footing. He raises an eyebrow.
“You’ve been thoroughly fucked by four alphas,” he growls, strain beneath his gruffness as he lifts me into his arms. “Let me carry you, Princess.”
I relax against his chest, too exhausted to argue further.
The others hover close as we make our way through the woods toward my parents’ house.
Freddie keeps reaching out to brush leaves from my hair.
Tristan walks slightly ahead, checking his watch compulsively while scanning our surroundings and looking back at me.
Weller stays at Owen’s shoulder, his eyes rarely leaving my face as if looking for signs I’m hurt or upset after what happened.
“Your parents aren’t home?” Tristan asks as we approach the back door.
“No, they’re with Winston.”
The tension in their shoulders eases slightly at this news. No explanations are needed for why I’m covered in… them.
Weller disappears upstairs while Freddie raids the medicine cabinet for water and painkillers.
In the bathroom, Weller has already filled the tub with steaming water and bubbles.
Freddie helps me in, then kneels beside the tub. “Let me,” he says, reaching for the shampoo. His fingers work through my hair, gentle but efficient. No flirting, no teasing. All sweetness.
The others hover.
“I’m staying in here awhile,” I tell them, sinking deeper into the bubbles. “You should go.”
I swallow the bitter words that threaten to climb up my throat. Their misery is written all over their faces. They don’t need my anger making this harder than it already is.
Weller crouches beside the tub. “We’re going to figure this out, Bianca. No matter what, I want you to remember who you belong to.”
“And you remember who you belong to.”
He traces my bottom lip with his thumb.
“We never forgot.”