Chapter Twelve
Tenor
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The heat spike that hits after they're jumped is enough to worry Tenor that she's finally gone into a full estrous.
He suspects the only reason that it hasn't happened yet is because of the remaining heat suppressants still in her system.
He knows they'll only last so long though. He doesn't know what they'll do then.
He wakes up to her shivering and covered in a sheen of sweat in her nest. Her little legs are kicking and writhing, trying to get the blankets off her, but when the cold air hits her bare skin, she whines.
"Shh," he hushes. "Easy. You're okay, I'm right here."
The hand that he smooths down her body seems to do more to agitate her than soothe. When his hands delve down the front of her jumpsuit to cup her sex, she lets out the cutest, most aggressive little kittenish growl that an omega can make.
"Okay," he says in surrender, a smile tugging at his lips. "One cock in your pussy coming right up. Made to order, just for you, ma."
She's too far gone to do more than growl at him again.
He strips himself of his jumpsuit, but when he tries to maneuver her out of hers, she snaps at him with her teeth. Turns out, heat-drunk Eden turns into a feral little alley cat. That knowledge is strangely endearing.
His fond look is wiped off his face when a cramp rolls through her, causing her whole body to fold in on itself, her knees pulling up to her chest and a whine escaping her. A small tear beads in the corner of her eye and his heart pangs for her.
His poor sweet little mate.
That thought freezes him. When had he begun thinking of her as his mate? He didn't know, but it seemed at some point, the alpha in him had decided she was his, in a more permanent way. Theirs. As if it was only a matter of time before they gave her their bite.
He has no time to ruminate on that right now, though. She needed him. His mate needed him, and he would give her whatever she needed.
He holds her legs to her chest, spreading them a little as he lines up his cock with her entrance and presses in. She's still as tight as the first time he took her, although she has gotten better at relaxing her muscles to allow their cocks in all the way.
She thrashes beneath him and her whole body convulses around him as her first orgasm steals her away. He rocks gently against her, riding her through it. When the contractions end, he begins fucking her in steady, deep strokes that make her eyes snap shut and a soft mewl build in her throat.
She wakes Luke and Julius up with her needy sounds and the heavy scent of her in the air, and the two of them crowd around them on the bed wherever they can make space.
They rumble with pleased purrs, and their presence seems to relax her.
She's not so frantic now, able to lay back and enjoy him fucking her, just like she should.
Luke's hand reaches down to rub her clit, while one of Julius' holds the nape of her neck in a blatantly claiming grasp.
Another climax ripples through her, softening her further, and her face begins to lose some of the feral quality that made him think she was going to bite him if he didn't fuck her exactly how she wanted. And fuck if the thought of her biting him doesn't make his cock jump inside her.
She pulls her legs apart wider, giving all three of them a perfect view of where his cock was disappearing into her cunt. Heat-drunk Eden was a feral little alley cat with none of her usual shyness, apparently. And goddamn was that hot.
The size difference between them always seemed so impossible and his eyes glue themselves to the sight of her pussy lips gripping him every time he withdraws. It was like her body was trying to hold him inside her and prevent him from leaving her.
And goddamn does he want to shove himself so deep inside of her it would take a hero to wrench him out. To bury his face so far into the apex of her thighs that he had to wear her like a hat wherever he went.
"Please, alpha," she pleads in a sweet, desperate voice. "Please, I want your knot. Please, I need it inside me."
He freezes at that. None of them had knotted her yet during any of the times they'd fucked her, even during her heat spikes. She was so small, and so delicate, none of them had wanted to risk hurting her. Even if he thought about it every spare second.
When she sees his trepidation, her lower lip trembles and he's terrified she's about to cry again. "I'm so empty, alpha. I need it inside of me."
Oh fuck, how could he say no to his mate begging for his knot? Is he supposed to pretend he hasn't been thinking about fucking it so deep inside her that whoever pulls him out would be crowned King of England?
He looks at Luke and Julius, but neither of them seem to have the answer on their faces. Through the bond he can feel only hot churning desire.
She makes the decision for him, extending her legs around his waist until her heels dig into his ass, and then, with surprising strength for such a small creature, she pulls him to her.
She squeaks out a little "oh!" as his cock is forced all the way inside her, past where his knot is just starting to swell at the base, and his pelvis at last presses against hers fully.
Her pussy grips harder against him as she maneuvers him, and the little minx has him cumming before he can stop himself. His knot swells, locking him behind her pubic bone as he begins to flood her centre with waves of his seed.
The pressure of his knot inside of her triggers her own climax, and his vision nearly goes white as he feels her tight pussy gripping him in hungry waves.
Fuck, he had never knotted anyone before, and nothing could have prepared him for the feeling of her squeezing around him. The muscles in her pussy seemed to know exactly what to do with him, massaging and milking more cum out of his body than he would have thought possible.
With every rippling contraction, more of his release is pulled from his balls, and with every spurt of cum, it seems to trigger more contractions from her in a never-ending positive feedback loop that makes his life flash before his eyes. Eden is become death, destroyer of cocks.
When she has finally wrested every spare drop out of him, Eden at last relaxes around him, her eyes losing some of their feral glaze.
"You okay?" His voice is hoarse, and he wonders if he's okay, or if Eden just took years off his life with that little maneuver.
Her voice is breathy when she replies. "Yes, alpha."
His smile is gentle at that. She is still caught in the heat spike, then. She only ever addresses them by their designations when her hormones are in the driver's seat.
"Do you need to come again?"
"Yes, alpha," her pleading voice has a little whine at the end of it.
Luke's hand returns to her clit and starts circling as Tenor gently rocks his knot inside of her tight heat, hitting her g-spot with it in gentle thrusts. When she comes again, Tenor's cock gives only a few short spurts of cum, despite the insistence of her pussy's death grip on him.
He finally deflates then, and his cock falls from her, actually soft for once. He'd forgotten how it felt to be flaccid, seemingly having walked around at half-mast since the day she moved in.
Her frantic movements and whines resurge fully when her pussy is empty once more, and Julius quickly takes his spot.
They're all purring for her, instinctively soothing her distress until Julius' cock can gentle her back to relaxed compliance.
"You need another knot, baby girl?" His voice is a teasing purr, which turns to a growl as he thrusts into her.
She tangles her limbs around Julius the same way she had done to him, using her legs to pull him to her, urging him inside of her all the way to the base of his cock where a knot is already partially formed.
She cries out as the widest part catches on her entrance, then groans a deep, guttural sound when it slips into place inside her.
With his knot lodged deeply inside her, Julius can't thrust, can only rock frantically against her, dragging his pelvis against her clit until they're both shaking and cumming.
It is a beautiful thing to see her fucking his pack brothers, and despite the fact that Tenor's cock feels like it's been emptied by an industrial strength cock milker, he finds himself hardening again.
Well, the five-minute boner break was nice while it lasted anyways.
When it's Luke's turn, he flips Eden onto her front, pulling her hips up to his dick in one motion.
They had all been fucking her missionary, other than Tenor's first royal fuck up with her.
It felt strangely wrong to fuck her in another position when she was already in such a vulnerable situation because of their fucked up system and forced to fuck them due to her own biology.
And knowing she had been a virgin made all of them all the more hesitant with her, not wanting her to feel debased or used, so they had tried to fuck her in the most civilized way they knew how.
But apparently Luke hadn't gotten the fucking memo, because his pack brother was a-ok fucking their mate like he was trying to break her in half across the bed. A growl rumbles out of Tenor's throat instinctively, but Luke barely spares him a glance.
"Be gentle with her," he growls in warning, fully self-aware of the irony of the situation as he spares an apologetic glance at Julius.
Luke snorts at that, not slowing or easing back at all, still railing her like he was trying to use her as his own personal prison fleshlight as he buries her head in a pillow so the only sounds they can hear from her are muffled moans.
"Our mate doesn't want gentle," he says like it's the most obvious thing. "She wants her mates to fuck her little pussy like we own it, because we do."
He and Julius both freeze around him, but Luke keeps fucking her at the same steady pace as if he doesn't notice.
"Fuck," Luke continues. "I just thought about biting her and I think it's going to make me cum. You want that baby? You want my cum?"
She wails a little at that, and Tenor doesn't know whether it's because of the way he's fucking her, the thought of him biting her, or the offer of more cum.
"Is your sweet pussy ready for my knot?"
She nods enthusiastically, and Tenor can see her hips pressing back against Luke, clumsily trying to follow his rhythm.
"Good girl," he purrs. Luke grips her hips in a tight hold and presses forward in one slow, forceful thrust. From this angle, Tenor has the perfect view of the way her pussy stretches around the widest part of the knot.
Annnnnd he's fully hard again. Holy fuck, that sight is going to burn into his retinas. With a few more shallow thrusts, Luke fits his knot inside her, and then both of them are cumming.
When Eden's limbs stop violently twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm a few moments later, Julius seems to be the first to reboot after the filthy fucking napalm that Luke had just dropped.
"Dude, what the fuck was that?"
Luke is draped over her back, his hands tracing over her sides and arms as Eden relaxes against the bed beneath her, almost totally obscured beneath the giant bulk of his bear of a pack brother.
"Hmm?" Luke's head barely lifts from where it's resting next to her. "What do you mean?"
"All that shit about mating and biting," Tenor adds, as if it was obvious.
What he can see of Eden freezes beneath Luke as the topic is rehashed. Her head seems to turn, as if listening intently, wanting to know where this is about to go.
Luke's brows furrow in confusion. "It's obvious she's our mate. Look at how you guys are with her. She's ours. I knew it from the moment I got out and saw you guys with her."
When he adjusts Eden to turn on her side so they can look down at her, he thrusts his cock deeper inside her and Tenor sees her eyes flutter shut at the sensation.
"Can you stop fucking making her come for a minute? This is serious," Julius growls.
"Sorry," Luke grumbles, although he doesn't sound sorry at all. "Can't help it."
"Eden," Tenor says softly. She looks up at him, her eyes slightly glazed still with her heat spike and orgasms, but she is able to focus on him and he can tell she's alert and oriented enough to understand what they're saying.
"Do... do you want to be our mate?"
It was awfully strange, he thinks, practically proposing to a woman they had barely known for a week while Luke's cock was still jammed inside her.
On second thought, a proposal wouldn't be as serious as this. Marriages could be annulled or divorced. A mating bite was for life.
He had thought if they did eventually mate someone, they'd ask in some big fancy way with rose petals and wine and a cellist playing an instrumental version of K-Ci & JoJo's All My Life, not in a prison bunk with her cunt stuffed full of his pack brother's dick and dripping with all three of their cum.
Her eyes well up in tears, and he feels dread pool in his stomach. He's about to back track, apologize, pretend they didn't mean it, or say that it was just really fucking weird dirty talk. But she nods her head quickly, and then she's fully crying, with snot and great gasping sobs and everything.
On second thought, maybe they shouldn't have had this conversation while she was on the downswing of a hormonal hurricane.
The one benefit of the hormonal hurricane is that when Luke starts rocking his hips so his knot presses perfectly against her g-spot, she can't cry as hard when she's coming.