Chapter 32 #2
I fall to the side, unaware of just how spent my body is until my head hits the pillow. I watch as Hayes gets in between her legs, and she whimpers.
Pleasure washes over her face when Hayes pushes into that tight pussy of hers. He tosses her legs over his shoulders, opening her wide, and I lazily reach my fingers between their bodies and find her oversensitive clit.
The moan she gives me makes my cock leak with precum as I hear the snap of the condom.
I look up and see Ford tossing it to the side. I quirk my eyebrow at him, but all he does is kneel next to her head.
“Fuck this shit,” he growls as he strokes his cock. “Need that mouth of hers.”
I grin as I look back down at our wrecked, sweating Omega. “Open that pretty mouth of yours. Let your Alpha in.”
“Yes!” she cries out.
Ford feeds her his cock just as Hayes pops that knotted toy inside of her once, drenching it with her slick.
She gasps, her eyes wide, and she tries to pick her head up to see what’s going on.
Hayes chuckles darkly, a sound I’ve never once heard from our Beta, and as he leans over her, the wet sounds of him pulling out and shoving that toy knot back inside of her makes my cock kick against the sheets.
I don’t stop playing with that swollen clit of hers, though.
I want to watch her come undone again.
And again.
And again.
Until she’s begging us to stop.
“You think I wouldn’t find a way?” Hayes growls as he shoves her back full with that silicone knot. “You thought I’d leave my Omega strung out to dry without a knot in sight? Huh?”
She’s crying now, pretty, broken sobs around Ford’s cock, while Hayes hammers into her, teeth bared, sweat dripping. I can feel her clit, pulsing and raw, and I pinch the tip of it until she’s thrashing, her muffled screams vibrating down Ford’s length.
“Goddamn it, little one,” Ford chokes out.
“Take it, Lo,” Hayes snarls, pistoning harder. “Take every goddamn inch.”
She does. She takes all of it, every thrust, every filthy word, every hand pinning her down. We make her come until she’s shaking so bad I have to hold her in place, until she’s wrecked and glazed and marked all over, our scents stamped so deep that the whole house reeks of pack and heat.
By the time Ford spills down her throat, I’m already hard again, dragging my fingers away from her so that I can lick her sweet slick off my fingers and palm.
I love how wet she gets.
With Hayes’s toy knot, it’s not long before she’s whimpering again for more. Hayes is dripping with sweat, and all I do is snap my fingers before I point to the water on the bedside table.
Hayes has always been good at commanding our pack, even as a Beta. But even he needs direction sometimes. If I need to step up and be the Alpha that takes care of the whole pack while we undo ourselves in the presence of our Omega, then so be it.
I’ve got her straddling me before Hayes even rolls off the bed toward the water bottle.
Ford stumbles off the bed, falling back into the armchair he’s got facing the nest. Lo’s a trembling mess, eyes glassy, mouth bruised and dripping from Ford, and still she whimpers when my cock slides against her soaked slit.
“Beck…” Her voice is shredded. Nothing but a croak. She’s been screaming for hours. Hell, we all have.
“You think we’re done, sugar?” My own voice sounds wrecked as I grab her hips and slam her down on me in one savage thrust. She keens, arches like a bow, and that sound—I’ll never get enough of it. I’ll never get enough of her Omega sounds finally being released.
Like she finally trusts us with her instincts.
She tries to brace on my chest, but her arms give out.
Good. Let her collapse. Let her feel every inch as I bottom out, grinding slow and deep until she’s sobbing.
I hook her knees over my forearms and fuck up into her hard enough to bounce her whole body, her tits heaving with every thrust. They smack against my face as sweat soaks the nest beneath me.
My teeth ache with the need to bite, even though I’ve already marked her. Even though she’s already mine.
We should put bites on every limb of her body.
Every goddamn inch.
Hayes crawls up behind her, fist tangling in her hair.
“Open.”
She obeys without hesitation, lips parting, and he spits right in her mouth. She swallows it as if it’s a gift, moaning like the filthy little Omega she is.
“Good. God,” Ford snarls.
I chuckle as a lazy grin spreads across my face.
“More,” Lo begs.
“Goddamn,” Hayes growls, shoving two fingers into her mouth next. “Suck.”
She does. Desperate. Eyes fluttering closed as I keep pounding her raw.
Ford kneels beside us, already hard again, fist stroking his cock slow as he watches her break.
“She’s not gonna last,” he mutters. “Look at her.”
I do. She’s gone. Heat-drunk and helpless, tears streaking her cheeks, drool sliding from the corner of her mouth while Hayes fists her hair like a leash. And she’s still grinding on me, chasing more even as I tear her apart.
“You’re taking us all night,” I snarl, flipping her off me and onto her belly.
She whines when I yank her hips up and slam back into her, deeper than before. The sound she makes is pure sin. Ford moves fast, sliding into place in front of her, and a second later, she’s choking on his cock, gagging as he buries it to the root.
“Christ, that’s it,” Ford groans, holding her steady while he uses her throat. “Just like that, Lo.”
Hayes comes around to her side, thumb circling her clit like a goddamn demon.
“Come again, Lo. Come for us.”
She shatters on cue. Body locking up, squeezing me so hard I see stars.
We flip her every way imaginable. On her back with Hayes pinning her wrists while I fuck her and Ford fists her mouth full of cock.
Bent over the edge of the bed while Hayes takes her ass slow and brutal with that toy knot, and I keep her clit throbbing under my tongue.
Straddling Hayes while Ford pushes into her from behind, both of them groaning while I sit back and stroke myself, taking a breather and watching her sob through the stretch.
We keep going until she’s muted from screaming, until her thighs quake so hard she can’t stand.
Until she’s covered in sweat and spit and come and our scents.
Hers, ours, mixed up everywhere, crusting our pack nest until there’s no hope of ever washing our pack scent away.
Until the nest smells so thick of sex and us and Omega that I feel it thrumming in my goddamn bones.
By the time I finally sink my teeth into the curve of the other side of her neck, yet another claiming bite, deep and raw, she’s a limp, trembling wreck.
Ford marks her other breast, groaning loud like a sinner finding salvation while fucking on an altar.
Hayes follows, sinking his teeth into her other wrist, growling low as he seals it with his mouth. He can’t stop.
None of us can.
And still, when I pull out and she moans at the loss, I know we’re not done. Not really. Not until the heat burns out and she’s so wrecked we have to carry her to the shower because her legs won’t hold her.
I kiss her temple, tasting salt and tears and sex, and whisper against her hair, “You’re never running away from us again.”
And for the first time, she slowly shakes her head no.
Like maybe she doesn’t want to run anymore.