Chapter Twelve #3
I tried to scoot back, to let all the cum fall onto the mattress, but Atlas’s hands came to my hips, holding me in place. My core squeezed and Atlas growled in response, his hips jerking as he continued to come and come and come. So much, and it was leaking out of me.
Oaks roared, shoving impossibly harder into Atlas, and subsequently into me. I knew the moment Oaks’s knot swelled inside Atlas’s ass since a shiver ran across Atlas’s skin and his jaw dropped open, his eyes closing, a look of pure bliss as he filled me and was filled in return.
I finally caught my breath. Finally relaxed into the mattress as Oaks continued to keep Atlas pinned against his front. My breathing was hard but quickly returned to normal. Small aftershocks of my own orgasm had my core squeezing around Atlas, more of our mixed come dripping out.
A hand trailed over my face, cupping my cheek, running a finger over my lips. Considering the sensitive touch, it had to be Everett. He was the only male capable of cognizant thought in that moment. “Are you feeling okay, Babygirl? That was pretty intense.”
I hummed, agreeing with the sentiment. Intense was one word to use. I was nearly ready to fall asleep. “All good,” I managed.
Everett chuckled. “You are so gorgeous, Babygirl. If I wasn’t in charge of making sure you stay safe, I’d shove my cock right between those lips of yours, so you were completely full of your pack.”
My core clenched again. Atlas groaned. Then Oaks.
Everett laughed harder. “You see how much power you have?” His hand slowly trailed down to my bond mark, circling the tender flesh.
It would heal. It would just take longer.
Then Everett’s hand moved further down, between my breasts and against my stomach, making my abs squeeze against the tickling sensation.
He didn’t stop though. My breathing picked up, my arousal, which had been cooling off, sparked back to life as he continued his touch down to the apex of my thighs.
“Look at this little clit.” His touch was so gentle, yet my hips bucked, making Atlas growl, his hands tightening to keep me pinned. He wasn’t soft inside me, not now, not during his heat. “So sensitive. What if I just—”
I screamed as he pinched my clit, arousal flaring inside me like gas being thrown on a fire. My core squeezed so tight that a gush of cum spilled out.
“Yes, very sensitive indeed,” Everett cooed. “Is it too much? Do you want me to stop? Should I pull Atlas out of you so you’re empty?”
I shook my head. I wasn’t ready for this connection to end.
“And what if I’m feeling left out? Oaks is knotted in Atlas’s ass. Atlas is pressed inside you. What if I want that, too?”
My tongue came out to lick my lips as I turned my head, staring at Everett’s throbbing cock. This heat was affecting him, forcing pre-cum to leak out of him and his knot to swell. I had no idea how he was maintaining any sort of level head to be talking.
“I like where your mind went, but I had something else planned, Babygirl.” Everett’s finger trailed further down my body, so he was touching my entrance that Atlas was already fully inside of.
“What?”
“You tell me if you feel any pain or discomfort. If you want me to stop. If you don’t, I’m going to help Atlas keep that cum inside you.”
I still wasn’t understanding. Then, gently, no doubt thanks to all the cum from both me and Atlas, I felt his finger press inside me, joining Atlas’s cock.
Another shiver raked Atlas’s body. My own brain stopped working.
He turned his hand, so his finger was rubbing against my inner wall, giving me the sensation that he was finger fucking me while Atlas’s cock was making me feel full.
Then he used his thumb to press down on my clit.
My hips tried to jerk away. Atlas’s grip never wavered, and Everett pressed his free hand to my throat. Not choking me. Just making me aware of his grip above my necklace. When I swallowed, I felt the slight pressure of his palm.
“Wrap a hand around my wrist,” Everett demanded, his voice thready as he kept his gaze between my thighs.
I obeyed.
“If you want me to stop. If you can’t breathe, either tap my wrist or just push me off. Got it?”
“Yes,” I hissed.
Then he added a second finger. His thumb started to rub on my clit, the little nub wet enough that there was only pleasure and no friction.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” It was all I could say. The only word left in my vocabulary.
Atlas’s hips started to move again, and my eyes widened, looking between the back of Everett’s head and Atlas’s face which was still scrunched in pleasure.
Everett pulled his fingers completely free and then pinched my clit again, forcing an immediate, small orgasm to explode through my body. He didn’t stop. He went back to gently circling the bundle of nerves until I whimpered.
“Sensitive.” It wasn’t a plea to stop, just a warning that I was getting close to my limit.
“I know, Babygirl. But you want to please your alphas, right? Want to please your omega, too, I bet?”
I nodded as desperately as his grip on my throat allowed. My hand around his wrist tightened.
He glanced over, making sure I wasn’t trying to push him off, before returning his focus.
“Good. Cause you are doing such a good job, Babygirl. You are absolutely perfect for me. For us. For our pack. And now you’re all fucking ours.
” He worked his fingers back inside, the stretch making me suck in a harsh breath.
I honestly couldn’t imagine a knot. Couldn’t imagine how much an omega’s body opened when just Atlas’s length and Everett’s fingers were almost too much.
“That’s it, just breathe. Your body is more flexible than you think, you just have to go slowly and take your time. Ease on in there. Do you feel how well you’re taking me? Taking us?”
I wasn’t sure if he truly wanted a response to that, but I still managed a hissed, “yes.”
My body was somehow both tense and relaxed, anticipating and waiting for more pleasure all the while languid from what I’d already experienced.
Too much, yet not enough. This was only the beginning of Atlas’s heat, and I knew I was going to be broken afterward.
My hips were already starting to ache from being spread so wide for so long, my skin was already getting sensitive from Oaks’s strong grip, and my clit was throbbing with the ache of my orgasms.
A part of me wanted to beg for Oaks’s and Everett’s bite.
Wanted to complete this pack. Instead, I bit my own bottom lip, ignoring that internal voice that was begging, wondering if they didn’t do it now, if they ever would.
Oaks was in a rut, just like Atlas was in a heat.
Why did Atlas’s instincts demand to claim me but not Oaks?
Why not Everett’s, even though Everett wasn’t even lost to the heat?
That was exactly why I didn’t let myself beg. I wanted to be wanted. Wanted them to be desperate to claim me. Like Atlas was. Down to his core, to his primal instincts, he wanted me. I trusted that. Accepted it.
I wouldn’t beg for a mark.
Atlas started pulling against Oaks, reaching for me. It was only when Everett forced Oaks to let go, pulling his rank as a stronger alpha, that Oaks finally freed Atlas. Immediately, Atlas fell on top of me, his mouth finding my neck as he bit down.
My eyes widened, my jaw dropping at the sudden movement. It didn’t hurt—he didn’t break the skin like a claiming bite, but it would no doubt bruise. Glancing at Everett, I found him smirking, his hand, slowly moving up and down his cock as he watched Atlas make me into a chew toy.
“Just wait, Babygirl,” Everett said. “Soon it’ll be my teeth in that pretty skin, marking you up.”
My third orgasm forced its way through me. A mix of pain and pleasure as my body wept at not being able to come anymore yet needing the release. Atlas was a mess between my thighs, I was already sore, and it was the best day of my life.