Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Marie
Ihave to be dreaming. Lore whispers in his voice, smells like himself, and as he pushes his cock into my asshole, feels like polished, warm steel.
“I’m real, I swear it,” he rasps, sucking my bottom lip into his mouth. “Feel me, and let me make you feel good. This heat shouldn’t feel scary, Princess. Let us cherish and adore you.”
“I swear, I’m going to kick your ass,” Ransom grumbles, sitting up to give attention to my taunt nipple.
All they’ve done is do their best to make me happy. Each hour of my heat has gotten worse and worse, my every cell screaming that something isn’t right. I wanted my alphas to be enough, I didn’t want to chase a dead man, and yet here he is.
“You have some explaining to do,” Wilder murmurs.
His face is a mixture of awe and hatred. I can relate to that. I watched Lore’s casket get put into the ground, and dealt with his brother’s pain as he taunted me.
“Would it be better if I kicked the bucket?” Lore asks seriously.
Pain makes me twist as the thought of him being gone makes me gag.
“No, no, Princess. I’m not going anywhere. Take a deep breath for me. I’ll tell you all about what happened after your heat, okay? You deserve a heat without pain or grief. Your alphas are right here,” he reassures me.
He doesn’t make a quip about how I’m collecting alphas, he merely thrusts deeper inside of me until Ransom groans as Lore fucks me up and down his cock.
His thrusts are powerful and his hands capable as he splays his hand over my stomach while the fingers of his other hand rub my clit. It feels as if he’s everywhere, and I mewl as I ride my alphas.
“Ransom’s cock is distending your belly. Is he filling you like a good boy?” Lore asks.
“I’m not your omega,” Ransom growls. “Pretty words don’t mean much to me.”
“Good, because I can be ugly too,” Lore grumbles.
Pushing my chest down until I’m laying over Ransom’s body, Lore begins to fuck me until all I can do is hold on tightly. Their hands bruise my skin and their lips and teeth leave marks without causing a bond. All I can do is feel, until I’m screaming out my orgasm as Ransom knots me.
“That’s my Princess,” Lore whispers. “Let me clean off my cock and I’ll join Ransom in knotting your pretty, pink pussy. I have a feeling you might need to be filled with cum until you’re overflowing with it.”
As Lore pulls out and moves away, Wilder replaces him as he kisses my lips. The guys have been cleaning themselves with wet wipes in between changing positions, very aware of hygiene.
It makes me feel cared for, even when I wish they’d just keep fucking me. The nurse part of my brain has left the building.
“How does it feel, knowing you’ll be our very own cream pie, baby? So full of cum until we breed you with our babies,” Lore says.
My body breaks out in goosebumps, because fuck if I don’t want that. It doesn’t make sense, our lives are crazy, but my cunt still clamps down around Ransom’s cock as if to pull more cum straight from the source.
“Take a breath, Little Omega,” Wilder murmurs. “That’s it. We all just got really big news, but your body has a job to do. Finish your heat, and then I’ll hold the bastard down so you can beat him with a baseball bat.”
“Can I tase him too?” I moan. I doubt Lore has been sitting around with his thumb up his ass. There has to be a reason it took a little over two weeks for him to make himself known.
I just don’t know why yet.
“Anything you want,” he promises.
“Up,” Lore grunts, slapping Wilder’s ass to get him to move.
“You’re not Prez anymore,” he reminds me.
“No turf wars until our omega is happily fucked,” Storm grunts.
“I second that,” Ransom says.
“Fuck off,” Lore grunts. “I don’t know you well enough to involve you in pack issues.”
“Then you better slide in and fuck yourself into Marie’s cunt to see if that’ll help”, Ransom croons. “I see no better way to get to know each other than through fucking her.”
Lore settles behind me, branding me with his scent. He rubs his beard against my skin, marks me with his lips, and most importantly, I can feel the all consuming love coming through our new bond.
I may have gotten a little angry when I bit his lip, but I revel in the new found connection. Maybe it makes me as fucked up as him, I’m not sure. I’m simply happy he’ll never be able to hide from me again.
“I need you to come before I stuff you with my cock, Princess,” he says, kissing my shoulder before he moves down my body to eat me out.
His large tongue licks my asshole that’s full of his cum, making me moan as he stokes the fire burning within me.
“Oh fuck,” Ransom gasps, eyes widening.
“He’s an equal opportunity licker,” Wilder murmurs. “The smug bastard is way too good with his tongue.”
“The better to beg forgiveness with,” Lore growls.
His fingers push against Ransom’s knot to allow my slick to escape, and I whine as he forces my cunt to make room for him to fit.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises me. “I need your body to know I’m never leaving you again. You’ll smell like me for days if I have anything to do with it.”
“It’s helping that I can feel you through the bond,” I admit, moaning as his thumb finds my clit.
“When did that happen?” Storm asks.
“His lip is bleeding,” Wilder groans. “I’d already have thrown him off her if Lore bit her.”
“Stop fighting. I need a cock in my mouth,” I complain. “If you’re this much trouble to keep in line, I’ll refuse to have your babies.”
“Hmm. All I hear is that we should be on our best behavior until you’re pregnant,” Ransom says. “Fuck, Lore.”
“That’s what you should be doing. I’m simply too much of a gentleman to tell you what to do,” he says.
“Doubtful,” Wilder grunts. “Ransom, fuck her with your knot. While you’re at it, you two should be sucking on our cocks. I need your bratty mouths to be occupied.”
“Oh look, the pot is calling the kettle black,” Ransom says, his fingers fisting my hair to kiss me. “I’ll suck if you do, Sugar. What do you say?”
After a rough, long kiss, I nod, turning my face to find Wilder’s cock bobbing beside me.
The sounds of Ransom gagging on Storm’s cock as I suck on Wilder’s helps bring me closer to the edge.
When Lore pinches my clit, I scream out my release around Wilder’s cock, making Ransom groan as I clamp and gush on his dick.
“That’s it,” Lore rasps. I perfume at the praise, hating that he has this power over me. I still want to be his good little omega, and my heat still growls and snaps inside me, insistent that we need more of whatever my alphas are offering.
“Keep sucking, baby,” Wilder murmurs, his eyes on Lore. “Fuck, that’s gonna be a tight fit.”
Lore’s crown nuzzles against Ransom’s knot, warning me of his entrance as it takes the place of his fingers. The stretch is intense as he pushes inside of me, and Wilder distracts me as he thrusts down my throat.
Wilder’s hand squeezes around my throat like a fucked up necklace, growling in satisfaction as he feels his cock’s indention. Using my slick to help, Lore pushes his way alongside Ransom’s knot.
“Mmmph,” Ransom says, his mouth full of cock as Lore makes his presence known.
“You both have big cocks. Sharing space inside our omega was your idea,” Storm teases as he fucks Ransom’s face. “All your cock teasing is coming back to bite you.”
“Mmm. I see I have another brat on my hands,” Lore rumbles, his hips finding a rhythm.
Ransom can’t do anything more than hold onto me as we’re flooded with sensations. My heat banks itself, leaving behind the endorphins of pleasure. I’m not sure I’d be able to handle both Ransom and Lore inside my pussy otherwise.
Lore’s cock feels good, settling my anxiety. My body clenches around the cocks inside of me, my nerve endings on the best kind of fire as my vision begins to dim. I’m going to pass out, but I don’t want them to stop.
My hand forces Wilder back as I gasp in a breath, needing to vocalize my needs.
“When I pass out, don’t stop fucking me, Lore,” I beg. “I want to wake up and know you’re still here with me. I can’t handle a second of thinking you’re gone.”
“Marie,” he groans, caging Ransom and I with his body. “Princess, you’re the boss, baby. Fuck, I’m so sorry.”
Wilder cups the hand not wrapped around the column of my throat tenderly to my face, sympathy and shared pain in his eyes. A drifting piece of me wonders if he’ll ever be as lighthearted again after Lore’s brush with death.
He knows exactly how heavy the mantle of leadership is.
My eyes roll back as Lore’s thrusts become hard enough to fuck Ransom’s knot in and out of me as my cunt attempts to suck it back inside of me.
My release crashes down on me as the world burns, until I black out. I suppose I trust my alphas more than I thought, because I’m fully aware of how vulnerable I am.
One day later
The deep murmur of voices pulls me out of sleep slowly. Someone is playing with my hair, and I’m surrounded by the scents of my alphas. Lore hasn’t left me since he arrived, and has been the only one who can get me to drink water in between moments of awareness.
My heat is finally breaking, and I sigh as I open my eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, feeling intense shame.
“For what?” Storm asks, looking horrified as he sits up so he can see over Wilder. Lore is plastered against my back, making sure I can feel his body heat and smell him.
Fuck, I’m a mess.
“I feel so ungrateful,” I admit. “You—”
“It’s bond sickness,” Ransom says, cutting me off as he moves around Lore. He forces Wilder to move over and I turn slightly so he can lay between my legs and lay his head under my breasts. “No matter what we do, you’d still want Lore, Sugar. It’s not your fault.”
“We weren’t bonded before,” I argue, my fingers moving over his buzzed hair.
“Doesn’t matter,” he sighs, his eyes dropping to half mast as he leans into my touch. “Bond sickness can happen without a completed bite for scent matches.”
“I had no idea,” Lore rasps.
“You did what a good president would do,” Wilder grunts. “You made sure the danger was handled.”
“The murders,” I realize. The guys did explain before we left Devon’s clubhouse what they’d found, because they’ve learned not to keep secrets from me. I thought the hammer was a bit over the top, but it was both a hint and a warning. “That was you.”
“I should have found a way to tell you sooner,” Lore says. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize it would affect you like this.”
“We weren’t bonded, so it shouldn’t have,” I sigh.
“We couldn’t stop thinking about you or needing you after we met you,” Storm says. “The need to be with you got stronger once we arrived in Minnesota. It all makes sense to me. We’ll need to figure out if this is permanent or not.”
“Ugh, how am I going to work?” I ask. “You also have to work, Lore. I can’t be a barnacle on your ass for the rest of our lives.”
“Ah, me wee Irish lass. There ya are,” Lore teases me.
It’s actually a decent Irish accent and I snort in response.
“Barnacle, Marie? Honestly. If I have to leave town for some reason, you’ll come with me.
The boys have been telling me you’re a decent shot.
I guess we’ll have to get you a motorcycle too. ”
“Wait, what? You don’t mind that you’re stuck with me?” I ask.
“No one is stuck. You need to realize we want you and only you as our girl,” Storm growls, pressing against Wilder in an effort to get closer to me.
“Showing you how to ride a motorcycle means you can get out with us if shit hits the fan. You’re close enough to help without being in danger.
Life is all about being flexible, Kitty. ”
“So you’re going to turn this into a good thing?” I ask, rolling my eyes.
“What’s so bad about always having us with you?” Storm asks. “No one is left behind when we have a job.”
“And what about when I need to work?” I ask.
“You don’t technically need to work,” Wilder grumbles.
Lore reaches over and flicks him between the eyes, making me chuckle.
“I’ll wait in the waiting room so I’m close enough while you work,” he says. “Until you can handle me being in another room, you’re going to take leave from the hospital.”
“But that’s—”
“What I need to do,” he finishes. “I don’t mind being completely codependent on you. I already am with Wilder and Storm. People simply aren’t observant enough to realize we’re all together, Princess. My problem is that I didn’t know bond sickness was a possibility when I got shot.”
“How are you here?” I ask, shaking my head.
“Dr. Royal. He’s a workaholic and heard I was in surgery. When he came in, I was seemingly dead on the table. The machinery monitoring failed, and I really did code.”
“That hospital is a mess,” I groan.
“He took me home like a lost puppy instead of a half dead one. I owe him my life,” he says simply. “I shouldn’t have been gone for so long. Are you hungry?”
My stomach growls at the question, and Wilder chuckles.
“I’ll make you some real food. Do you have more nausea?” he asks.
“No, thank goodness. I haven’t had real food in weeks,” I say.
“Well that’s not going to happen anymore,” Lore grumbles. “You need to eat, or I’m going to hand feed you.”
“Are you threatening me with a good time?” I taunt him, squealing when he tickles my sides.
“Lore, you’re pushing it with your stitches,” Ransom says, nuzzling my body. “Marie and I don’t want to have to fix you up for being an idiot.”
“Rude,” Lore sighs. “I’m surrounded by brats that know better than me. Everyone is ordering me around.”
“We want to keep you from dying. Marie, will you get him to wrap up his wound while you shower with him?” Wilder asks.
I’ve had sex non-stop for days. I’m sore and well aware I smell too. I have cum in my hair and all over my skin. I definitely need hot water and a washcloth to scrub it.
“Mmhmm,” I mumble, yawning. “Can you make me coffee too?”
A thought hits me so hard I shudder.
“Fuck. Lore, have you told your brother?” I ask.
“No,” he mumbles. “It’s not like I can just call him and tell him.”
“I’ll call Devon and make up a reason for him to come to Minnesota,” Wilder decides. “Everyone up! Let’s go. These sheets have so much bodily fluids on it, we may as well take a flamethrower to it.”
“Arsenal and I are friends, and I know he owns one or two. Please, don’t actually burn the sheets!” I squeal as Lore pushes Ransom off me and picks me up off the mattress.
“Lore!” Ransom yells as Lore tosses me over his shoulder.
“I already fucked up my stitches while having sex for the past twenty-four hours. Someone will need to take a look at them,” he says, unconcerned as he walks down the stairs to take a shower with me.
“This is insane,” I laugh.
It also feels right, even if I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.