Chapter 47
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forty-seven
Part of me wants to hate it.
The thick shove into my slippery, clenching core. The deep, throaty growl that raises goosebumps on my skin. The swelling scent of summer and the way it perfectly meshes with the sweet, toasty alpha under me.
I want to hate it .
But that would be like hating oxygen. Or sunshine. Or the traitorous, aching heart that’s somehow keeping me alive as it slowly, painfully kills me.
Because, beat by beat, I want this alpha mor e .
The one who bit me and bonded with me. The one who left me to feel like he wanted nothing to do with me for weeks and may only be coming around now because his body is forcing him too.
He might not even like me. Hell, he doesn’t really know me.
But he’s also the man who was willing to sacrifice his career and his pack’s reputation to make me happy and keep me safe. He’s apologized and admitted he deserves my scorn.
No matter how much I wish I hated him, I don’t think I do.
He can’t remember all the minefields between us now. Is that the only reason why his hands are stroking me so tenderly? Why he’s huffing audible breaths as if he can’t inhale enough of me?
His knot is already so full, there isn’t even a chance he’d be able to work it into me.
That’s just as well. Spencer said he had a plan.
Although, how I’m expected to do anything with these two monster dicks is beyond me.
I didn’t get a chance to really look at it, but Tristan’s cock feels big. Not as huge as Jonah’s, maybe—but it’s as wide as it is long, making it large enough to rip the air out of my lungs every time he pulls out and slams back in.
I was already embarrassingly wet, primed by the scents of my mates. But the second his girth starts to pound against the place inside of me that begs for a knot, my clit echoes the pulse, beating desperately.
All four alphas stare at me while I whine, lowering myself to work it along Jonah’s leaking length. He snarls, his teeth scraping the fingers I’ve placed over his lips.
Avery looms behind my big man, every inch the beautiful demon. Swirling ink on pale skin, muscles cinching and flexing as he grinds his silver-studded cock into his fist again and again.
A special display just for me.
Love swells in the pit of my stomach, and I catch his eye, trying to show him how I’m feeling without words. When I find my fav orite fire snapping in the ghostly blue, another whine squeaks out of me.
Jonah licks the cords of my throat, the motion soothing and sweet in an animalistic way. That’s how he’s been this whole time. Nosing at me. Licking my skin and scoring me with his teeth. It all makes me even more desperate.
He may be out of it, but it’s still him , my kind-hearted, gentle giant.
Slick squelches out of my pussy, dousing Tristan’s thick knot with slippery warmth. When he growls, I press down harder, grinding my clit into Jonah, chasing the pound there.
Jonah groans, his huge hand gripping the back of my neck. He tries to yank me away from Tristan, and a twinge of panic stabs my gullet.
How do I stop him? Should I stop him? I want him so badly I can barely breathe, but I can’t let Tris hurt .
Avery’s brows fold, his fist slowing. He opens his mouth, but before anyone can speak, Spencer’s hand covers my throat.
For a second, everyone freezes. Spencer is putting himself in the middle of this ? With his wrist crossed over Jonah’s?
My handsome professor doesn’t seem bothered at the moment. When I whip my head in his direction, his dark gaze lands on mine, intent. Demanding, even. He flexes his fingers gently.
“You’re going to take both of these cocks at once. There won’t be room for either of them to knot you.”
I whine, equal parts relieved and distressed. His gaze softens.
“I know, omega,” he murmurs. “If you want more when you’re done, I promise you’ll get it. Right, Ave?”
Avery’s tattooed fingers find my hair, sifting a few stray pieces behind my ear. “Of course,” he rasps. “You know this knot is all yours, kitten. Whenever you’re ready for it to stretch that little pussy.”
Shit .
My breathing stutters as I choke on a whimper. My inner walls squeeze Tristan’s thickness until the hands slowly rubbing my hips and thighs begin to curl into claws. He snaps me back, hammering into my body and setting a punishing pace.
The aching nub grinding against Jonah’s slicked-up length starts to throb urgently. I whine, keening around the palm pressed into my neck while all the tension inside of me seizes and bursts.
Tristan curses and snarls, plunging into my pussy while it tries to clamp around him. Spencer raises his voice, barking, “ Take her ass, Tris .”
My thoughts swirl and blur as the alpha behind me snarls his displeasure. Which just makes Jonah more agitated.
Damn these alphas and their enormous cocks and all their growling .
I really wish it didn’t turn me into a human Slip N Slide.
Cutting Tris a look, I prepare myself to give him a piece of my mind. But then our eyes meet. And all I see is desolation .
With our gazes locked, the dam holding his emotions back collapses. This time, part of me is ready for it. And when everything sweeps into my center and expands, I finally understand.
His Alpha is desperate. Not for my body—but for the connection .
He doesn’t want to pull out because he doesn’t want to leave me .
Not just my smell or my body. Me .
I slow to a stop, ignoring the way my body sobs in protest. Spencer loosens his grip on my neck, letting me reach back and touch Tristan’s abs again, hoping the motion is as soothing as the emotions I try to push at the frayed tether between us.
I blink, looking right into his dazed navy eyes. The shifting seas of longing and pain and fury .
“No one’s ever taken me there before,” I whisper to him. “Avery’s been prepping me, but… you’d be the only one. To claim me there.”
The pack leader groans deeply—and he’s not the only one. All four of them grunt, my words affecting them all. Avery will be especi ally pissed, I think. He’s been doing all the work to get me ready…
But when I chance a glance over Jonah’s head at my tattooed alpha, his ghostly gaze glows with pride and lust while his wrist snaps, jacking his studded cock faster.
I don’t have a chance to say anything else, because Tristan rears back. I brace for pain and the jolt of his thickness, there …
Instead, his thumb grazes me. Gently .
Rubbing slick and the pearly essence dripping from his cock into my puckered hole.
Ah!
Suddenly, my big alpha has had enough of this whole sharing plan. The second he scents Tristan’s release on my skin, he yanks me upright and impales me on his cock.
Oh holy—ahhhhhhhhh!
He’s so huge . Now I see what he’s been fussing about—always telling me we needed to wait, work me up, get me ready.
I thought he was maybe exaggerating, but, um .
The width and depth of him instantly steal my breath, forcing another pitiful whimper out of me. Avery’s beautiful features lift into a smirk while Tristan replaces his thumb with the broad head of his dick, slipping the first inch in. Spencer goes back to collaring my throat.
“That’s a good girl,” he praises, nodding at Jonah. “Ride your big man for us. We want to see you take his cock, too.”
I look down at the enormous erection buried between my thighs. Bigger than my forearm. And that knot .
Avery truly could not be any more gorgeous than he is when he actually smiles . Genuine joy is so rare for him. It hits my heart like an arrow as he cups his fingers around my jaw, tilting my face up.
“It’ll fit, baby,” he promises, just as Jonah bottoms out and Tristan forces the next couple of girthy inches into my ass. “You can take it.”
The words remind me of that sunny day Jonah and I spent in the pool. The tender heat in his topaz eyes when he told me, “You’re my mate, manamea. We will fit together.”
He’ll be devastated about missing this moment after waiting so long, but he needs me.
With a trembling sigh, I set my cheek against his, scent-marking his thick beard and absorbing the purr that rattles under his growls. “I’m here,” I soothe, “I know you’re in there, too, Jo.”
His answering snarl is ragged and desperate. Both of his hands flex at my hips, dragging me down until his entire cock almost splits me in two.
He groans, head falling back. Spencer’s hand flexes at my throat, thumb brushing reverently along the pack alpha’s bite.
My core clenches, drawing in another bit of Tristan’s wide hardness. I squirm, whining while I work to take him deeper without shoving Jonah out. Slick pours down my thighs as perfume rushes off my skin, filling the whole room. Somewhere behind us, a deep moan sends a shiver through me.
Tris .
He’s getting close, rutting my ass almost as hard as he did my pussy. My body clamps tighter and tighter on every plunge, getting ready to strangle both of the alphas inside of me.
I hear Spencer’s belt tinkle as he opens it one-handed. The rain-drenched scent of his arousal winds into Jonah’s toasted sweetness and Avery’s incense, melding with Tristan’s soothing freshness so perfectly that I could cry. The combination glazes my eyes as they roll back, sobbing and taking Jonah all the way down to the root again. And again.
Ho-ly. Fuuuuu ? —
I’ve never been so full. Stretched and slick and pulsing around these big, solid cocks while they rub at every sizzling nerve inside of me.
A scream tears from my lips as my core convulses, sucking them both until stars burst across my vision. The tension inside me releases in a gushing torrent, soaking Jonah and Tris while the grind of both their knots against my entrance tugs at the base of my clit, and I come again .
“Shit.” Avery’s curse is rough, his next command nearly a bark. “ Open up , kitten.”
Head spinning, I only barely manage to glance over at Spencer, worried about letting Avery into my mouth while my professor’s already holding my neck.
But I find him barring his teeth in a snarl, tugging at his own dick with impressive fluidity. He nods, and I instantly turn back to Ave, opening my lips for him.
His patterned skin is swollen and hot, highlighting just how cool those metal balls at the bottom of his head are. I roll the tip of my tongue between them before lapping the smokey taste of his pre-cum off each of the bars studding his shaft.
Avery hisses, shoving deeper. When I reach up and cup my hand around his knot, pressing some of my weight into it for balance, he gasps. “Fuck, Serena. Yes .”
Jonah’s hazy brown eyes watch me work. His brawny fingers dig into my hips, circling me around his monster cock harder and faster.
The rolls of his hips force me to suck Avery deeper than I ever have before. He puts a hand on my head, helping hold me steady while he takes full advantage.
Spencer spits out a curse. “Fuck her throat, Avery,” he grinds. When he tightens his hold on me, I feel his fingertips press into the glide of Avery’s piercings. “Harder.”
Avery obeys, snapping his hips, panting as I whine. Spencer’s dark eyes drip approval and burning, prideful lust . He grips me tighter, letting me focus on the friction for myself.
“Feel that?” he breathes, jacking himself furiously. “I’m going to come feeling him in your tight little throat. Imagining it was me , choking you with my cock instead of my hand.”
I’ve been so preoccupied with Avery in my mouth, I didn’t realize a new climax was sneaking up on me. Now, as Tristan roars and ruts even faster , I veer into another orgasm .
This one blinds me, whiting out the entire room. A keen catches around Avery’s dick, which immediately spurts hot and hard down my throat. Behind me, Spencer shouts and paints my bare back in cum, glazing me the way he likes.
Tristan erupts. Scorching lashes of cum fill my backside until I’m dripping down my thighs and onto Jonah’s lap.
The big man rolls into my pussy’s desperate squeezes one last time before jerking and growling. Quick as a flash, he lunges for the blank side of my neck, but Spencer catches him, taking his hand off my throat…
And putting it onto Jonah’s .
I gasp, watching him squeeze the burly alpha’s neck, holding him down while my pussy flutters all around him.
Jonah careens over the edge. His balls draw up so hard, I feel them through his throbbing knot. Scorching jets of cum paint my pussy as he moans.
“I’m here,” I whisper, panting and laying my forehead against his. “I’m right here, Jo.”
Spencer lets him go the second he starts to shake. But they all keep their hands on me as the room slips away.