Chapter 8 #3
“We can pretend she’s made of glass all we want, but she’s been forged in fire,” he says. “Fuck her throat, make her gag, and I promise she’ll beg for more.”
I nod wordlessly as I drop my tongue out. I want this badly. I know my limits, and know what I like. My heat sinks its hooked claws into me as if punishing me because I’m not filled with knots and cum, and I cry out as tears roll down my cheeks.
“Okay, okay. Fuck, Sugar,” Ransom rasps, bracing his arms on the mattress over me. It affects what I can see, but I don’t mind.
There’s a big, fat, pierced cock sliding over my tongue, dragging the taste of chocolate flavored precum over it. Moaning, Ransom fills my mouth with the crown of his cock. He’s just a little smaller than Lore was, and I know I’ll look like a chipmunk filled with her favorite snack.
Braced over my head, he thrusts hard down my throat, making me gag for a completely different reason than I have this week. My fingers dig into his ass to keep him from pulling away, and I swallow around his girth.
“Holy fuck,” he gasps.
“Isn’t she incredible,” Storm groans, continuing to stretch my cunt with his knot.
He’s right, I’m not anywhere near ready to take his knot, yet I’ve been edged to the point of insanity today. The banked warmth of my heat rages like a fire through my veins, and I clamp around Storm’s knot to remind myself I’m getting what I want.
Knots and cum are the magic elixir for my heat, but my heat hasn’t gotten the memo yet. Screaming as it tears through my body, I yank Ransom until I’m sucking on his knot. It won’t fit inside my mouth, which is a blessing because it may kill me.
I’ve heard stories of alphas who lost control and killed their omegas because they couldn’t breathe.
“Ransom,” Wilder growls, concerned as I choke around my alpha’s cock.
“I know, I won’t knot her throat I swear,” he gasps. “Suck on my knot, Sugar. Bite me if it helps this nasty heat.”
Wilder and Storm make deep sounds in their chests, and I forget why I’m not supposed to. For now, I’ll happily suckle on a knot, because it’s self soothing. I’ve never in my life thought it could be, but it tastes and smells like it’s mine, and that’s enough for now.
“Almost there, Marie. Fuck, you’re taking my knot so well. Your cunt is so pretty and pink. Come for me and let me feel your appreciation for my knot. Give your alpha your slick,” Storm rumbles.
Thumbs push aside my nether lips to expose my clit before a mouth lowers down to suck on it. Storm curses as my body jolts in surprise, while Wilder chuckles smugly. The vibration makes me mewl while the three of them work together to make me fall over the edge.
This time, it’s not as hard to get there, and Ransom pulls away as quickly as he can without hurting me.
“I can’t have you drown in cum while you’re screaming down the house,” he rasps, stroking the base of his cock twice before he blows all over my face and tongue.
I attempt to catch as much as I can as pleasure washes over my body, my orgasm going for longer than normal as Storm comes deep inside my pussy.
A washcloth clears off my cum streaked eyelids so I can see, and then Wilder is licking it off my cheeks.
“Holy shit,” Ransom says, watching as Wilder cleans me up, and then shuddering as he feeds it back to me in a filthy kiss. “You don’t play fair.”
“Never learned how,” Wilder growls against my lips as I shiver. “I take what’s mine. Since what’s Marie’s is also mine, guess what that means?”
“I can take a hint,” Ransom whispers.
“Good boy.”
My heat is pissed off that despite a knot in my pussy, I’m not being actively fucked, and my eyesight goes dark as I’m overloaded with that unhappiness.
“Marie? Fuck. Marie! Storm, flip her on top of you,” Wilder says. “This heat is a fucking asshole.”
Well he’s not wrong.
I must lose consciousness, because I come to as Storm plays with my hair and whispers to me. I can’t hear what he’s saying since my ears are ringing, but I can feel his lips moving against my skin.
Hands massage down my back as a cock enters my puckered hole, and I can feel my body relax slightly as I get what I need.
“There you are, baby,” Wilder growls.
The ringing seems to go in and out, and all I can do is lay sprawled over Storm’s body as Wilder fucks me.
“Such a pretty pillow princess,” Ransom teases me.
The words don’t bother me because it’s said differently than Lore used to.
“Don’t forget it,” I whisper, moaning as Wilder’s cock slides against Storm’s inside of me.
I love how full I feel, even with Wilder not completely inside of me. This strangely helps to ground me from the dark pit of despair my heat has become.
Raising Lore’s shirt to my nose, I breath his scent in deeply, not knowing what I’ll do once his clothes no longer smell like him.
“I’ll have candles made,” Ransom says suddenly, pushing my hair out of my face. “Think that’ll help, Sugar? We’ll burn them whenever you need.”
“God, I think I need it too,” Wilder confesses. “I want to pull him from the depths of hell just to bring him back to us. We didn’t get enough time.”
He’s right, and nothing will change that.
“Harder, Alpha,” I insist, feeling the darkness threatening to drag me under.
That’s what my heat is becoming. It’s a mixture of boundless sadness and a monster who won’t let go. I don’t know how I’ll survive if this is what my heat is like every fucking time. It’s not a good time, it’s hell.
Wilder drops his weight on top of me as he fucks Storm’s knot into me, and I squeal as I hold on for dear life. This is connection and submission, because nothing else will do for this heat.
“Anything you want,” Wilder promises. “We’ve got you, Marie. Storm, I’ll pull you back if it gets too intense. Rut our omega, baby. She needs it.”
Storm’s hips pull back as much as he can since he’s knotted to me before he fucks into me. Rocking between my alphas, I manage to catch a glimpse of Storm’s eyes. They’re completely blown out with desire and my pheromones, but I’m not afraid of him.
They feel good as they fuck me, and I let that pleasure carry me away from the pain.
Both the one from my heat and my heart.