51. Penelope
Chapter 51
Penelope
Dominic leans in and kisses me, and his kiss is pure power. I can feel the command in it, the presence of an Alpha, and I submit easily, melting into it. He licks into my mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, and mine dances with his, tangling and twining.
It’s messy, but perfect at the same time. His hand slides down my body to find my pussy, and he scoops some of the mess back into me from where the release of Xavier’s knot let it spill out. He presses his fingers in, fucking me with them.
I’m so wet from my own arousal and from Xavier’s cum, and it makes a wet, sloppy sound as he fingers me roughly.
My breath catches on a moan, and I writhe under him, desperate for something more than this.
“Dom, please ,” I beg. “It’s not enough.”
He chuckles, eyes dark, voice rough. “I know what you need, little bird. And I’m going to give it to you. You don’t have to worry about that.” He pulls me into another kiss, biting at my lips, and I shudder as the pleasure starts to build all over again.
Carefully, he helps me turn over, so I’m on my hands and knees. My face immediately flushes because this position hides nothing. All of them can see how wet and turned on I am, how pink and ready my pussy is from Xavier fucking me already.
Dominic slides his hands all over my body, coasting down my back, groping over my ass. I shiver under his touch, pressing more into his hands. It feels good, like we’re connected like this.
“Does it make you shy to be exposed like this?” he asks me.
I nod a little because there’s no point in lying.
Dom just chuckles again. “It shouldn’t. You look amazing like this. So ready for me to take. Here.” He presses down on my upper back, guiding me to lower my upper body down to the floor more, taking my weight off my hands and transferring it down. That puts my back into a sinful arch, my ass up in the air.
The blush on my cheeks just darkens.
“Perfect,” Dom growls. “Fucking perfect.”
He doesn’t waste time in sliding into me, hissing with pleasure at the feeling of it. And that makes two of us. My body grips him, like it wants him to stay awhile, so when he draws himself out more, it lights up the sensitive nerves in my core.
His fingers bite into my hips as he holds on, pulling me back into each thrust. They’re deep and hard, slower than I would have expected, but he clearly wants me to feel every inch of him slamming into me. And I do. My eyes are rolling back into my head, and the pleasure that was banked a little after Xavier fucked me is back with a vengeance.
“You take it so well,” he growls. “So good. What a good girl for us.”
I whimper back, unable to form words right now. It feels like my brain is leaking out of my ears as he keeps fucking into me. Every time he buries himself to the hilt, it hits a spot inside me that just sparks more and more little flames of sensation. They’re building and growing, and my mouth falls open, letting out every moan and whimper of pleasure.
“You should see what you look like. I should fuck you in front of a mirror at some point, so you can see just how beautiful you are when you’re face down, ass up, and full of cock. You’re mine, aren’t you? Say it.”
“I’m yours,” I pant, words slurred from pleasure. “I’m yours.”
“Good girl.”
I’m getting so close now, my walls squeezing around his cock, and he can clearly feel it. He drives in harder and grinds against that one spot, breathless and intense.
“Please,” I manage to get out. “Please, please, please.”
“Come for me,” Dom grunts. “Come on, little bird.”
And just like that, I do. The floodgates open, and I come with a scream, clenching around Dominic’s dick and trembling on the rug. It goes on and on, and in the middle of it, Dom leans over my body, bracing an arm around my waist so he can bite down on my neck.
It’s a different spot than Xavier picked, and I can feel it when the connection flares to life. Dominic growls as he comes as well, his knot swelling and filling me up.
I’m left panting, feeling slightly unbalanced. The intensity of the connections between Dom and me and me and Xavier is there, but it feels incomplete without Tristan. I want to feel it with him too and complete the bond with all three of them.
But I’m barely holding myself up in the moment, and I need a little break.
It takes a bit for Dom’s knot to go down enough for us to move, and by the time it does, I feel better. Less like a limp noodle. Even if I didn’t, I would keep going. I want to finish what we started.
Dominic pulls out and I wince at the slight soreness and sudden rush of emptiness. He turns me back over onto my back and then leans over me, kissing me once more. I wrap my arms around him, holding on to him and deepening the kiss before I let him pull away.
Tristan moves into the vacated space, ready for his turn.
His eyes are so dark they’re nearly black, and I can only imagine how worked up he is, after watching his packmates fuck and mark me. My heart races, and I’m so overwhelmed by the sheer amount of feeling inside me right now. But it’s easy to focus on Tristan as he comes over and grips my ankles, spreading my legs wide.
“You’re such a mess,” he says, sliding his cock through it. My thighs are smeared with cum, and we’re probably going to have to wash this rug once we’re done here. “I love it. I love you. Fuck, angel, you have no idea. I can’t get enough of you. All day, every day, I just need you.”
“I’m right here,” I choke out. His cock is so big that just the feeling of him grinding against me is enough to have me shuddering with renewed pleasure.
He slaps his cock against my clit, and I cry out, tipping over into another orgasm.
Everything feels so sensitive, so intense, and it’s hard to catch my breath. But I don’t want to stop.
“Please,” I beg him, arching up. “Need you.”
His eyes flash even darker and he nods. He starts to push his cock into me, and as always, it’s a tight, tight fit. He’s so big, and I have to breathe through it as inch after inch disappears into my body.
“You’re doing so well,” he whispers, reaching up to brush hair away from my sweat damp face. “So well, beautiful girl. All you need to do is keep your eyes on me and feel everything I’m doing to you. I’ll take care of the rest. Can you do that for me?”
I nod, swallowing hard. It’s about all I can do, fucked out and nearly spent as I am. I keep my eyes locked on him though, staring into his gaze as he bottoms out and starts to fuck me.
He’s not gentle, and I wouldn’t have wanted him to be.
His cock batters at me, driving into me again and again. My head is full of the sound of it, the slapping of skin on skin, and the way it feels like he’s carving me open in the best way. I can’t hide any of that, pleasure playing out on my face. I reach out and wrap my hands around his forearms, desperate for something to hold on to.
“Good girl,” he growls. “That’s perfect. Hold on to me and let me have you.”
It’s the easiest thing in the world to let him have me right now. It’s like I can feel him everywhere, intense and just this side of too much.
“Are you going to come again for me?” he asks.
I shake my head. “I don’t—I don’t think I can,” I pant out.
“You can,” Tristan assures me. “You can do it. One more for me, angel. Show me how much you want to come on my cock. Let me feel you.”
I whine because it’s a struggle, but I take a deep breath and try to focus on how good it feels. His cock is hitting all the right spots, scratching a deep itch inside me. There’s the distant spark of sensation, and I coax it out, wanting to be good for him. Wanting to show him how good he makes me feel.
“Look,” he says, urging me to look down my body. “Look at how well you take me.”
As always, the sight of my pussy stretched around his cock is enough to have me whimpering softly. It never seems like it should fit, but it always does.
“You’re mine,” he growls. “Mine, mine, mine. And you always will be.”
I nod along with that vow, caught up in it. “Yours,” I manage on a choked off moan.
“Good.” He reaches down and thumbs my clit roughly and then draws his hand back, slapping it The shock of it sends me over the edge into a screaming orgasm that rips the last bit of pleasure right out of me.
I claw at the rug underneath me, twisting and writhing, and Tristan keeps going, losing his pace as his orgasm hits in a rush.
He scoops me up so I’m half sitting in his lap and then bites down on my shoulder, finally letting go and coming inside me. His knot bulges, and I shudder as that triggers an aftershock of my own climax.
My chest is heaving as I fight for breath, and Tristan slumps over me in the aftermath. Both of us struggle to come down from the high of that pleasure, and when Tristan kisses the mark he left, as well as the ones left by the other two, a shiver runs through me.
“I owe you everything,” he whispers into my ear. “You brought me back to life, from being so closed off to everything. My heart was dead until you. And you brought me not just yourself, but Dominic and Xavier too. My pack.”
I reach up and cup his face, sliding my thumb along his cheekbone. “I’m glad you’re with us,” I whisper back.
He pulls away enough that Dominic and Xavier can move in, and each of them kisses me. I can feel the marks throbbing, with residual pain, but also with the awareness of sensation. Like them being so close satisfies the connection between us and makes it that much stronger.
I feel whole. Complete. Happy.
For the first time in my life, I feel like I’m home.