Chapter 26
twenty-six
KITANIA
I’d been insatiable for days—and my Alphas hadn’t let me go unsatisfied. Not even once.
Every time the heat crawled up my spine and pooled low in my belly, one of them was there. Sometimes all of them. Hands. Mouths. Cocks. Voices. They gave me exactly what I needed every time I needed it.
My body had become a live wire, aching for touch with an intensity that should’ve scared me. But it didn’t. Instead, I surrendered to it. To them .
Tommy was all praise and patience, worshipping my curves like something holy. Marco made me laugh and beg in the same breath, cocky and relentless until I was shaking. Giovanni ruined me with his mouth more than once, whispering filth between kisses while I came apart under his tongue. And Dimitri...
Dimitri held back—but it wasn’t distance. It was discipline. Like he knew that once he gave in, once he let go, there’d be no pulling back. No stopping the rut that would take hold. No containing his Alpha’s need—for control, for dominance, for submission. For now, his hands were skilled, yet careful when they touched me. But his eyes? They were starving .
The nest had become the center of my universe. Pillows and blankets rose around me like soft walls, woven with their scents—familiar, grounding, and undeniably mine. It smelled like home. Like safety. Like I was exactly where I belonged.
Tommy’s hands found me first this morning, his touch reverent as he traced the curve of my hip. “Morning Butterfly,” he whispered, lips brushing my ear as he spooned me from behind. “Did you get any rest?”
“About an hour.” I stretched, loving the way his scent—that fresh mint and lime with the added notes of coconut rum—wrapped around me just like he did. “Need you,” I managed, already arching back into him. My skin felt too tight, too hot. My pussy pulsed with need, slick coating my thighs, the surrounding air thick and heady.
“I know, Butterfly. I’ve got you.”
His fingers slipped between my legs, finding me already wet and ready. I gasped when he circled my clit, the sensation almost too much and somehow not enough.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
He worked me slowly, deliberately, his fingers curling inside me until I saw stars. The first orgasm hit like the slow crest of a wave, washing over me and leaving me trembling. But it wasn’t enough. The ache persisted, deepened.
“More,” I pleaded, reaching for him.
Tommy shifted behind me, guiding my leg up and over his hip. I felt the blunt head of his cock against my entrance, and then he was pushing in—stretching me, filling me.
“You’re doing so good for me, Butterfly,” he murmured, bowing around me until his chest met my back. He kissed my shoulder. My neck. Then sank his teeth into the curve of it, just enough to tease.
“You feel perfect. Every goddamn time.”
I moaned, loving his praise, canting my hips back to meet his every thrust.
“Need you deeper,” I gasped. “Tommy, please.”
He groaned, then obeyed, shifting his angle. When he slammed back in, he hit that sweet spot that made stars dance behind my eyelids. Every thrust rubbed perfectly, winding me tighter with each pass.
Tommy picked up the pace, hips rolling deeper, slower, harder—like he was trying to draw every last sound from my throat. His breath was hot against my skin, lips grazing my shoulder as he murmured soft, obscene praise against my neck.
God... his body was everywhere—around me, inside me, holding me steady while everything else slipped away. Gentle and rough, all at once.
Slowly, surely, I felt his control start to slip. It was subtle—the way his fingers dug into my hips, the sharp hitch in his breath, the stutter in his rhythm that gave him away.
“Fuck, Butterfly,” he purred. “You drive me crazy when you take it like this. Greedy little thing, soaking my cock like you’ve been starving for it.”
Pressure coiled deep in my belly, pleasure mounting so fast it stole my breath. I cried out, back arching, chasing the edge with everything I had. Tommy’s grip tightened. His hips snapped forward; once, twice—and then his knot began to swell.
The stretch, the pressure, the sheer girth of it made me break. I shattered, crying out his name as I came—hard and fast, my body pulsing around him. That was all it took. He let out a guttural, filthy growl and came with me, thrusting deep and locking his knot inside as his cock throbbed, filling me to the brim.
Anchored against him, my orgasm dragged on, sharp and blinding and endless.
His lips pressed soft to my shoulder. “That’s it. That’s my good Omega.”
He held me through the aftershocks, one arm banded around my waist, the other smoothing over the curve of my hip like he couldn’t stop touching me.
We stayed like that, tied together until his knot eased and he pulled out gently. With all the tenderness of an Alpha in love, he helped clean me up and then wrapped me in a blanket before tucking me back into the center of the nest. His lips brushed my forehead, and he held me until my heat refused to let me rest a moment longer.
Ten minutes of rest, of peace, was all I got before that familiar itch was back, that burn sizzling through my veins. My ovaries cramped, feeling like they were twisting.
I reached out blindly, needing another of my mates to keep the pain at bay.
Marco slid between my thighs without ceremony, grinning like the cocky bastard he was. “You look like you missed me.”
I hummed happily as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I always miss you.”
“That’s because I’m unforgettable.” He winked, eyes dancing with mischief as he spread my thighs wider. “And I’m about to remind you why.”
He settled between my legs, hooking them over his arms and pinning me open. His mouth was hot and hungry, tongue slick and ruthless as he licked through my folds and groaned like he’d just tasted paradise. He teased my clit with slow, lazy circles until I whined and tugged on his light brown locks.
“I swear to God, if you don’t stop teasing—”
“You’ll what? Fall apart? Angel, that’s the point.” He looked up at me, chin glistening, eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you come undone. Again. And again.”
He ate me like a man starved, sucking and licking and biting. Release slammed into me without warning, stealing my breath and my voice. My thighs locked around his head, and the only sound I managed was a strangled moan.
But he didn’t stop.
“Too much? Or not enough?” he asked, pulling back just enough to speak, his breath hot against my damp, throbbing flesh.
“Marco—”
He slid two fingers into me unexpectedly, thrusting as he tongued my clit, drawing another climax from me until I was a gasping, shaking mess of an Omega.
When he pulled back, his mouth was slick, chin glistening. And his grin? Positively wicked.
“I could do this all day,” he rasped. “Just watching you fall apart on my tongue.”
Climbing back up my body, he hooked my legs over his shoulders, lined himself up, and pushed in with one smooth thrust.
“Ah, fuck, Angel. Always so tight for me.”
He drove into me with fast, deep strokes, leaning forward to brace himself against the nest, bending me in half as he chased his release. I could hear how wet I was, the obscene sound of our bodies meeting filling the air. I clawed at his chest as my pussy spasmed.
“Look at you,” he growled, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple. “Taking me so well. You were made for this, weren’t you? Made to be fucked by all of us.”
The words sent a shiver through me, another orgasm building. Marco sensed it, his rhythm becoming more erratic, more wild.
“Come for me again, Angel. One more time.”
His knot swelled fast, and he hissed, slamming deep and locking in place. But he didn’t stop—he kept grinding, rutting into me with desperate little rolls of his hips that pushed us both over the edge. I came again, sharp and sudden, clenching hard around him. He cursed and spilled inside me, hot and thick.
“That’s my Kit,” he panted, rearranging us so I was more comfortable, lying against his chest amid the soft blankets of the nest. His hand smoothed up and down my spine as we both focused on catching our breath. “My beautiful girl.”
I traced his colorful tattoos while he held me, and when the pressure eased, he kissed me tenderly and rolled away so one of his brothers could take his place. That all too familiar ache returned in an instant. Just a pang. A yellow flag warning me that the pain would get worse if I didn’t have one of my Alphas again soon.
At this point in my heat, I needed to be filled almost constantly.
Giovanni appeared at my side and pulled me into his lap. Soft, firm lips captured mine, kissing me slow and deep. “How are you doing, Dolcezza?”
I melted against his inked chest, feeling safe and cherished in his arms. “Better now that you’re here,” I whispered against his mouth.
His eyes darkened, and he brushed the hair from my face with gentle fingers. “You’re still burning up. Let me help you.”
He lifted me effortlessly, positioning me so I straddled his lap, my knees sinking into the plush bedding on either side of his powerful thighs. His hands skimmed up my sides, thumbs brushing the undersides of my breasts.
“You’re stunning, Kitania,” he murmured, eyes taking in every inch of my flushed skin. “All mine. All ours.”
I shivered at his words, at that possessiveness that I lived for. My body responded instantly, another wave of slick coating my thighs.
I sank down onto him slowly, my pussy stretching to accommodate his size. The fullness made me gasp, my head falling back as I adjusted to the delicious intrusion. Giovanni’s hands guided my hips in a slow, sensual rhythm that had me whimpering.
“Ah, fuck,” he cursed, dark eyes fixed on mine. “You’re so beautiful like this. Taking me so deep.”
His fingers tightened while I rocked on his cock, setting my pace while his mouth trailed down my throat. He was so big, so thick, that even though I was dripping wet, it still took me time to take all of him. He filled me perfectly, fucked me thoroughly from beneath, every thrust upward measured, controlled. But it was his words that undid me. That voice. That filth.
“Look at you. So fucking pretty when you break for me. That’s it, baby. Take every inch.”
His knot swelled slowly, and I ground down, taking it, needing it. He helped guide me, pulling me down—giving me what I wanted—only to pop out again with a wicked grin. Teasing. Denying. His knot wasn’t fully swollen, and he knew it.
I whined, fingers digging into his shoulders, desperate for the stretch, for the lock. For him.
With a chuckle, he repeated the process, driving me crazy. Driving me higher . Every time his knot pressed against that sweet spot inside me—grinding, rubbing, filling—a deep, devastating pleasure rolled through me. My pussy clenched and fluttered, the bliss almost too much to bear. Trembles built in my thighs as I held on for dear life while he tortured me with that expanding bulb until it was too big to slide out anymore.
With a powerful thrust and a yank on my hips, he locked us together. The pressure was as exquisite as it was overwhelming. I came with a cry, my pussy milking him for all he was worth.
A sexy rumble vibrated through his chest as he came hard, his cock swelling even thicker as it pulsed deep inside me, flooding me with heat.
Only when the spasms stopped did he lay down, letting me sprawl across his chest, panting, spent, and euphoric—at least, for the moment.
Soft fur tickled my skin as he pulled my favorite fluffy blanket over my back, his warmth cocooning me. Between that and the slow throb of overstimulated satisfaction, I let myself drift. Just a few minutes of quiet in the middle of a hot, dirty marathon.
I didn’t know how long I slept before the heat was back, trying to sizzle me from the inside out while my lower abdomen cramped. If it wasn’t for the dangerously sexy Alpha stalking toward me like sin incarnate, I might’ve curled into a ball and sobbed.
But Dimitri was there, those dark eyes drinking me in, prowling closer with predatory grace, all power and controlled strength. The mattress dipped beneath his weight as he stole me from his brother’s arms, crawling over me, and caging me with his body. His scent—smooth sandalwood and sun-kissed honey—surrounded me, making my head swim.
“I’ve been waiting,” he rumbled, voice deeper and more Alpha than I’d ever heard it. “Watching my brothers take care of you. Watching you come apart for them.” His large hand cupped my face, thumb brushing across my bottom lip before dipping it inside for me to suck on. “But you need something else now, don’t you?”
I nodded frantically. His eyes held mine, and the restraint in them nearly undid me. I needed him to break. To come undone with me.
His expression tightened, desire warring with control. He exhaled, jaw ticking, and leaned in to kiss me.
It started softly. A brush of lips. A slow inhale.
Then it deepened. Darkened.
His tongue swept into my mouth, claiming me with a desperate hunger that stole my breath. When he finally pulled back, his eyes had changed—pure Alpha, his restraint hanging on by a thread.
“Tell me what you need, Kitten. I need to hear you say it.”
“You,” I gasped, arching beneath him. “I need you , Dimitri. Please.”
A growl rumbled through his chest. “How? Tell me how you need me.”
My cheeks flushed, but I held his gaze. “Hard. Deep. I need... I need you to stop holding back.”
Something wicked flashed in his eyes. In one swift motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up until I was on my knees.
“Present for your Alpha,” he commanded, and I whimpered in relief .
I dropped my chest to the cushions, cheek pressed into the pillows, ass high in the air, pussy on full display.
His hand slid between my thighs, fingers dipping into my slick heat. The squelch made my cheeks burn, but his groan had me wiggling back into his touch.
“Look at this pretty pink pussy,” he muttered, voice like gravel and smoke. Bracing himself over me, draping himself across my back, he buried his nose in the crook of my neck where my signature was strongest and breathed me in. “You smell like mine. But I’m gonna make damn sure there’s no question. Mark you with my scent. Fill you with my cum.”
His teeth grazed my shoulder—just a scrape, a promise—and then he was behind me again, gripping my hips as his cock pressed between my folds, thick and as hard as steel.
He didn’t thrust. Didn’t move fast. Just pushed forward slow and steady, letting the mixture of my slick and his brothers’ cum ease his way inside.
“Breathe, Kitten,” he commanded softly.
I did as he said. I had to.
His cock stretched me open inch by inch, and he paused from time to time, held still and let me adjust while I trembled beneath him. He felt so big inside me. So deep.
A movement in the corner of my eye caught my attention, and a moment later, Tommy knelt beside us and handed Dimitri a pillow.
Without looking up, Dimitri took it and shoved it under my hips for extra support.
I glanced back in time to see his gaze cut to Giovanni, who’d woken up to watch. “Hold her for me.”
Gio moved silently, tugging my arms, stretching me out, and pinning my wrists above my head as he knelt in front of me. I was completely at their mercy. And I gushed .
Dimitri growled at the fresh hit of my scent, fingers digging into my hips, careful but firm. He dragged his cock part way out before sinking back in slowly—just to hear my high-pitched keen when he bottomed out. He leaned forward over my back once more, his breath hot against my ear.
“We’re doing this my way, Kitten,” he said, his tone pure Alpha command. “Which means you’re gonna tell me your color.”
My brows knit. “My...?”
“Color system. Red if you need me to stop. Yellow if you need me to slow down or talk. Green if you want more.” His hand slid up my back, grounding. “Understand?”
I nodded fast, panting. “Green. Definitely green.”
“Good girl.”
Those two words lit me up from the inside. I arched for him without meaning to, desperate and aching. Dimitri rewarded me with a slow, rolling thrust that made my whole body tighten.
He stayed like that for a moment, deep and unmoving, before shifting back just enough to fuck me slow. His cock stroked every nerve ending inside me while his hand came around to palm my throat—not squeezing, just resting there, a gentle reminder of the power he was keeping on a leash.
“You feel that?” he murmured like he had all the time in the world. “How wet you are? How tight you are for me?”
I whimpered, unable to answer, to form words.
“Yeah, you feel it. You love being fucked like this, don’t you? Bent over. Drenched with slick, cum dripping down your thighs. Needing it rough but sweet. Controlled.” He licked up the shell of my ear, his body hard against my softness.
Then his other hand slid lower again, teasing the seam of my ass, just enough to make my breath catch.
“Such a good Omega,” he murmured, thumb circling lazily. “You want to be my perfect little toy, hmm? All filled up. Used. Owned.”
His words were filthy . But his touch was maddeningly careful, pushing me to the edge and holding me there.
“Tell me your color,” he said again, voice tight.
“G-green,” I choked out. “Please, Dimitri. Please.”
“I know, Kitten. I know.”
My whole body pulsed around him in time with his punishingly steady rhythm. Each thrust sent me closer to release. Each tantalizing swirl of his thumb had me gasping, shaking, begging.
“I don’t think you’re ready for that quite yet,” he murmured, teasing the tight ring of muscle at my back entrance. “But you will be. Soon, you’ll take everything I give you.”
“Yes!” I keened.
His thumb pressed gently, not forcing, just testing. The sensation was foreign, strange—but the promise of it? The image of being taken everywhere ? It hit me with such intense force I quivered.
Dimitri kept moving behind me, hips grinding every time he bottomed out. His rhythm faltered just enough to let me know he was feeling it, too. Losing his grip.
“Soon,” he rasped, “I’m gonna own this perfect ass while my brothers fill your pussy, claim your throat, and fuck your hand—all of us at the same time—and you’re gonna beg for it, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathed, my whole body vibrating with want. “Yes, please.”
“You’ll be our good little Omega,” he went on, thumb finally pushing in just a little, just enough to make me cry out. Bracing a palm above my shoulder, he draped across my back to murmur in my ear. “You’ll let us ruin you from every angle until you can’t remember where one of us ends and the next begins.”
I choked on a sob, hips jerking back against him. It was too much. Not enough. I writhed in Gio’s hold, unable to move, my thighs trembling.
Then I did it.
I turned my head and reared sideways just enough to bite down on Dimitri’s inked forearm—not enough to break skin, just enough to leave a mark.
That was it.
The last thread of restraint snapped.
Dimitri let out a sound I’d never heard from him before—half growl, half roar—and slammed into me with a force that knocked the air from my lungs.
There was no teasing now. No holding back.
He drove into me like he was claiming me. Like I already belonged to him and this was just him reminding me of it. My cries turned to screams as his rhythm turned punishing, relentless, his thumb still moving with every stroke.
“That’s it, Kitten,” he snarled. “Take it. Take all of me.”
My orgasm hit like a bomb—sharp, vicious, explosive. I went rigid, vision white and sparkling, muscles clenching around him like a vise. The pleasure that ripped through me was blinding.
He followed with a roar, slamming home one last time before his knot swelled and tied us together. It was bigger than the others, the fullness unbearably good.
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, wasn’t sure I was even still alive or if this was heaven—transcendent, rapturous.
I felt him come apart, his cock thickening right before he tipped over the edge with me. The broken groan was the sexiest sound as he released jet after jet inside of me, adding his cum to the mix, filling me so full his seed leaked around where we were joined. A second release stole through me, and I shattered in ecstasy.
I was utterly and completely wrecked.
When it was over, I collapsed, boneless and trembling. Gio released me as Dimitri’s body covered mine, though he was careful not to crush me beneath his weight. His breath was ragged against my neck, his hand stroking my side as if trying to remind himself I was real. That he was still alive, too.
“Color?” he whispered.
“Green,” I breathed. “Always green with you.”
We cleaned up the best we could, and D rolled us to the side, wrapping himself around me. He kissed the spot behind my ear and tucked me tighter against him.
But beneath the warmth of his arms and the steady thud of his heart against my back…
I still ached.
Not just for more.
For the bite. For the bond. For the rest of my forever.