Chapter 31 #2
I don’t even realize I’m holding my breath until he says something. I let it out on a tremble before my eyes slide open, and he’s right there, hovering over me like the protective Alpha he’s always been.
No wonder I’ve been drawn to him ever since high school.
Beck’s forehead presses to mine, steady even as his own chest heaves, cock still slick from me, trapped inside of my body as my heat scales back. At least, for now.
“Such a good girl for us,” Ford says.
Hayes kisses my sweat-soaked temple. “You there, beautiful?”
“Hayes,” I croak out.
“That’s right. I’m right here.”
All too soon, my heat is climbing. The sweating striking up with a fury that makes even the skin beneath my tits leak down the sides of my body.
The world grows fuzzy. Their voices grow further away. There’s only one phrase I catch in between the three of them as they begin speaking frantically.
“She won’t settle with one knot,” Ford growls. “She needs both of us.”
The truth detonates in me. My body convulses, slick pouring, instincts screaming to take them both. To be claimed completely.
“Yes,” I sob, grabbing at Ford’s shoulders, Hayes’s shirt, Beck’s wrist. “Full. I need to be full. I need… I need… I—”
In a flash, Beck pulls out of me with a pop.
The pain is searing because his knot hasn’t gone down yet, but then I’m flipped over.
On my stomach. Someone is raising my hips into the air.
Someone else is climbing beneath me. My head goes from being pressed into the mattress to being pressed into someone’s shoulder.
“We can save this for later,” I hear Hayes say.
“Huh?” I ask as I slowly lift my head.
Hayes dips down, smiling at me. “I get that mouth next, pretty girl.”
I smile lazily as Ford wiggles beneath me. My hazy gaze drops to his, and he reaches up, wiping some of the sweat off my brow. I feel the strength of Beck’s body behind my thighs, my ass in the air, ripe for the taking.
“I get your pussy this time,” Ford says. “And Beck gets to break in that ass of yours. Would you like that?”
My core clenches around nothing, and the pain is damn near blinding. “Yes. Please. Anything. So empty.”
Ford growls, pressing his cock against my drenched folds while Beck teases me from behind. He bends down, and I feel the heat of his tongue against my tight entrance as Hayes’s hands tangle in my hair.
My head is tilted to the side before I’m fed his cock, and the pulled focus helps me to relax. Ford bottoms out within me, his knot already slipped inside, pulsing and aching for release.
“This won’t take long,” Ford chokes out.
I feel Beck insert one finger, and then two, as Hayes feeds himself down the back of my throat. Yes. This is what I need. To be filled. To be staked. To be claimed.
My instincts are running on high. The darkness of the lack of memories threatens to blanket my entire mind. But I don’t want to succumb to it.
I want to remember every single bit of this that I can.
Beck snarls as he inserts another finger. I hollow my cheeks out around Hayes and grin when I hear him swear. I love the effect I have on my pack. On my men. It makes me feel powerful as fuck.
“Oh yeah, she’ll take me just fine,” Beck growls, removing his fingers and lining his sopping wet cock up at my entrance.
The head of his cock breaches my virginal hole.
“Relax,” Ford murmurs, stroking his hand up and down my back. “Focus on Hayes. Focus on sucking that cock so good for us.”
I don’t know how long it takes Beck to sink into me. All I know is that once I feel his thighs against the backs of mine, I push back against him. I can’t take it any longer. I need someone to fucking move.
And I get my wish when Beck grabs my hips and begins to rut.
“God fucking damn it,” Beck snarls as he pulls out and slams back in. “This ass is mine.”
“Just lay against me, little one,” Ford says as he pulls out and pushes back in, setting up the same brutal rhythm Beck has going. “Let us do the work.”
He sure as fuck doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Beck’s bucking thrusts me down against Ford’s cock. Hayes controls my head, making sure my neck is supported while his dick stuffs my throat full. It’s more than I can stand, the Omega in me finally somewhat sated. I’m full. No more emptiness. No more loneliness.
I just have one more thing to do.
I have to mark Hayes.
I have to make him mine for good.
I lose myself in the rhythm of their thrusting until I feel knots popping. Beck slams himself inside of me with a roar, a guttural sound I’ve never heard him make. It’s primal, and otherworldly, and it sucks me under into the darkness of my heat.
All I know is the swirling of smoke throughout my limbs as Beck infiltrates me. All I know is Ford’s cool air, brushing along my veins, trying to soothe the aching fire blistering through my body.
I feel their knots swelling, locking me against them, trapping me in between my two Alphas. And then Hayes pours down my throat, filling my stomach just like Ford had.
I scream out around his dick, my body seizing, overwhelmed by Alpha cock on both sides, filled, claimed, ruined.
Hayes whispers broken encouragement as he rushes his fingers through my dampened hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take us. Take your pack.”
I shatter, sobbing their names, my body tied, filled, owned.
Hayes is right there, trembling, his cock still hard in my throat, still slick with my spit. His Beta scent is strained, torn between need and restraint, but his eyes are all heat when they meet mine.
“Sweetheart,” he rasps, stroking my cheek as Beck and Ford rest from fucking me raw. “You still need me, don’t you?”
I whimper, nodding frantically, mouth falling open in a wrecked sound that comes out as a half-sob, half-whimper.
His cock presses against my lips. “I think I’ve got another orgasm for you. Think your stomach can take it?”
All I can do is nod frantically before the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat once more.
Instinct devours me. I moan, taking him deep, throat stretching around him as his hand fists in my hair.
“That’s it,” he groans, hips snapping forward. “Take me, Lo. Take all of us.”
The sounds are obscene. Beck snarling as his knot swells, locking my ass tight; Ford, groaning as my slick walls strangle his blown knot; Hayes fucking into my mouth, his precum mixing with my spit as I choke on him. My body is full, overflowing, claimed from every side.
And then, Hayes slips out from between my lips.
“No, wait. I’m sorry, I-I-I—”
“I can’t wait any longer,” he snarls as he bends down, placing his cheek against the bed so that our eyes meet. “Where do you want my mark?”
My eyes tear up. “Mark me.”
He nods. “Where do you want it, my sweet girl? Where does my pretty girl want my mark?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a whimper. I need it more than I need my own life. I need my pack to be mine. I need my men to be one with me. Sure, Beta bonds aren’t as strong, but I have Ford’s mark on my breast. I have Beck’s mark on my neck.
I want his mark on me, too.
“I, uh…”
Hayes smiles as his finger reaches out, dragging down my arm until he picks up my hand. “What about… your wrist?”
“Hang on,” Ford mutters.
“I got her,” Beck grumbles.
“Ready, beautiful?” Hayes asks.
All I can do is nod as I watch him part his lips.
He brings my wrist up to his mouth and bites down, and that’s it. I cry out as another orgasm spirals through me, and I hear my Alphas cursing as I clamp down again on their knots.
My world spirals into darkness as my heat finally drags me under, keeping me limp and pliant for my pack. Sweat dribbles down my skin. Slick pours from between my legs. But as Hayes sinks his teeth into my wrist, I feel it. I feel him.
Like the warm rays of a spring sunrise, drenching Beck’s smoke and Ford’s wind in a beautiful warm light that fills me from the inside out.
“Hayes,” I sob out.
I feel his wrist slither against my mouth. “Just bite, sweetheart. We can do the rest.”
I waste no time doing exactly what he asks. I lick at his wrist for a moment before I bite down against him, solidifying our bond in both directions.
“Good God,” Hayes chokes out.
“It’s incredible, isn’t it?” Beck murmurs as he nuzzles the nape of my neck.
“She’s perfect,” Ford whispers as my orgasm spirals through me.
I’m drowning in them. Their scents, their knots, their come, their bonds. Beck’s smoke and Ford’s breeze and Hayes’s rays of sunlight bounce through me, illuminating every single dark spot I’ve tried to keep away from the world. My body writhes helplessly, tied and claimed and ruined, complete.
Mine.
Ours.
Our pack, forged in heat and rut and instinct.
I never want it to end.