Chapter 39 Lo #2
Toys. So many toys. A neatly coiled length of rope in a deep crimson, gleaming metal cuffs that look both wicked and elegant, a spreader bar polished to a shine, bottles of lube, knot toys of all shapes and sizes and textures, and a vibrator that looks absolutely merciless.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, trembling.
“Oh yeah,” Hayes says, his grin slow and predatory as he picks up the vibrator. He flicks it on. The low, deep hum vibrates straight through my bones. My thighs clench reflexively. “You’re gonna be a good little Omega for us, yes?”
I nod so hard my vision blurs. “Y… yes…”
Hayes’s smile sharpens. “Good girl.”
They start stripping me. Agonizingly slow, like they’ve got all the time in the world, and they know I’m already halfway to feral.
Beck goes first. Of course he does. Mister Golden Boy, Mister Smooth, Mister “I could make you come with just my smile.”
He starts at my shoulders, fingers brushing my skin, and then, oh god, his mouth. Warm and soft and sinful as he kisses every inch he uncovers. My top goes, one teasing inch at a time, while his lips map out collarbones, sternum, the curve of my breasts.
Behind me, Hayes is a problem. My problem. The kind of problem you don’t want solved because holy hell, it feels good. His fingers trail down my spine, slow enough to make me arch.
“So fucking soft…”
I almost melt. Right there. On the carpet. Dead from lust. RIP Lo Marsh.
And then he crouches, sinking to his knees like he’s about to propose, except the only ring involved is me clenching around nothing like a desperate idiot. His hands grip my hips, and his teeth, oh holy shit, catch on the edge of my panties. He tugs them down with his mouth.
Elastic snaps against my thigh, and then they’re gone.
I’m bare. Naked. Scent drunk and dripping. My entire body screaming, “Touch me or I swear to God I will combust.”
Ford just stands there. Watching. Silent.
Coiled so tight he might snap me in half with a glance.
His fists clench at his sides, close to losing control, and his eyes, dark and molten, fixed on me like I’m prey.
The kind of prey that gets hunted, devoured, ruined.
My stomach flips so hard it’s basically gymnastics.
Then Beck kisses me. So desperately, I can’t breathe.
When he pulls back, I’m shaking. Breathless.
Basically, a puddle in human skin. And then he starts stripping himself.
Slowly. A movie star in some forbidden striptease.
Button by button, the kind of torture that should be illegal.
His shirt falls open, hello muscles, hello scars, hello everything, and then it’s gone.
Belt unbuckles with a sharp metallic click that shoots straight between my thighs. I swear my ovaries just threw a party.
I know I’ve seen him many times before, but this is the first time in our new home.
Hayes is already half naked because, of course, he is. He peels his shirt off in one fluid move, hair mussed. Jeans hang low, teasing, before he pops the button and shoves them down, leaving nothing to the imagination.
“You like what you see, Lo?” he rasps.
Yes. Yes, I do. Someone needs to engrave it on my tombstone when I die.
Ford moves last. And it’s devastating. He steps forward, slow as a predator, and grabs the hem of his shirt.
Up it goes, and holy hell, this man is… a lot.
Hard muscle, dusting of dark hair, scars that I definitely want to lick.
He unbuckles his belt with that same slow precision that makes my knees threaten to go on strike.
Pants slide down. Boots thud to the floor.
And then it’s just him. Huge. Bare. Dangerous.
They don’t drag me to the bed. Oh no. They carry me. I’m a freaking princess about to get ruined in every way imaginable.
Beck hooks his arms under me, and Hayes grips my legs, and Ford follows behind, radiating pure predator energy that makes my stomach drop straight into my heat.
“Little Lo,” Beck murmurs against my ear, his breath hot enough to melt brain cells. “You shaking already?”
“No,” I lie. My voice cracks. Betrayal.
Hayes chuckles low, the sound deep and filthy. “You’re drenched. I can smell it.”
His nose brushes up my thigh as they lay me down on the bed, and oh god, I might spontaneously combust right now. Do not pass go. Do not collect two hundred dollars. Straight to horny jail.
The mattress dips under my back, soft and huge and smelling of them. I’m barely down before Beck’s mouth is back on mine, stealing my breath, kissing me like he’s got a personal vendetta against oxygen.
Hayes climbs up from the foot of the bed, and his hands are everywhere, rough palms skating up my thighs, squeezing, spreading me wide.
“Look at this,” he growls. “So fucking ready for us.” His fingers drag through the slick pooling between my legs and, holy hell, my back arches so hard I almost levitate.
And Ford?
Still watching. Still silent. His cock is out and… oh my fucking god, I am the luckiest Omega alive.
“Spread her more,” Ford finally says as he tugs out the rope from the box of dreams.
Interesting.
When they’ve got me bound, wrists roped, legs held wide, Hayes tugs hard, and I yelp. A sharp little squeal, scent flaring so sweet and thick the air feels syrupy.
“Good girl,” Beck whispers.
Then something cold hits my thigh, and I jerk. “What the hell…”
Of course… the toys.
“Oh f… fuck…” It rips out of me, loud, embarrassing, but do I care?
No. No, I do not because holy god. Every nerve ending is on fire. My hips jerk, but Beck’s holding me down.
“That’s it,” he purrs, kissing the corner of my mouth while Hayes works the toy in lazy circles that feel anything but lazy. “Give us all those pretty sounds.”
I’m gone. Slick everywhere, thighs shaking, desire building. This is just the way I want to start our lives here.
“Jesus,” Beck hisses, and his pupils are wide as he presses forward. “That scent—”
“Mine,” Ford snarls before he even finishes.
The sound shakes the air.
Hayes laughs. Actually laughs as he hooks another knot in the rope above my head and cranks the vibrator higher. My back bows off the bed, glands throbbing, mouth spilling little panting sobs.
“Pretty little scent-drunk thing,” he murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle at my throat. His Beta scent is sharp, spiking through the fog just enough to make me whimper harder. “You’re gone, aren’t you? Just a needy Omega begging to be filled.”
“Yes.” I gasp, choking on it. “Please, please…”
Beck drags a single nail down the center of my chest, over my sweat-slick skin before leaning down to lick it. His tongue is hot. His mouth, hotter. His scent slams into me like a drug, and I can’t stop the low, broken purr spilling from my throat as my thighs tremble open wider.
Hayes goes lower, crouched between my spread legs, eyes glittering wickedly.
“She’s leaking,” he mutters, wrecked. “Fucking dripping for us.”
Beck snarls at that as he runs his hands all over me.
Ford bites. Not gentle, not soft, just teeth sinking until my scream rattles the windows. My scent floods the room, a bomb going off, the claim screaming “yes!” in every molecule. I’ll let them mark my entire body just to keep feeling their ownership of me.
I’m sobbing. Slick gushes hot down my thighs. My body arches, helpless. And then…
He thrusts in.
One brutal, savage push that tears a sound from me I didn’t know I could make. So deep I can’t breathe. So wide I feel split to the spine.
“Alpha,” I keen, breaking, hands jerking useless against the ropes. “Alpha, please—”
Ford roars against my skin, rut in full murderous bloom as he fucks me into the mattress hard enough to make the headboard rattle, knot swelling huge and brutal until he locks. The pressure drags another scream out of me, raw and cracked and inhuman.
Hayes slides the vibrator harder against my clit, eyes locked on my face as my mouth falls open in a scream.
“That’s it,” he purrs. “Take it, you pretty little thing. Take all that Alpha cock. Gonna stuff you so full you’ll smell like us for months.”
I choke, sobbing, heat-blind and stupid and…
“Open your mouth,” Hayes orders. And of course I obey.
He shoves his cock past my lips, down my throat in one sharp thrust that makes me gag, drool spilling down my chin. Tears sting. Ford’s still slamming into me, knot locked, grinding deeper with every violent snap of his hips.
The sound I make then? It’s not words. It’s wild. It’s carnal.
It’s surrender.
When Ford finally eases out, knot softening, slick flooding the sheets, Beck moves rapidly.
He flips me over like I weigh nothing and shoves in. No warning. No tease. Just one merciless thrust that has me screaming around Hayes’s cock because I’m already wrecked. Raw and stretched and soaked enough to drown in. His scent overwhelms me, claws through every nerve like wildfire.
“You want two knots?” Beck snarls, teeth scraping the other side of my throat.
“Yes,” I sob around Hayes, choking as he pushes even deeper, hitting my throat until my body shakes with it.
“Yes what?” Beck growls, pounding me so hard the air bursts out of my lungs.
“Yes, Alpha!” It’s broken, desperate, muted around Hayes’s dick as an offering thrown to the storm because I don’t even know who I am anymore. Just slick and scent and heat and them.
Beck fists my hair, drags my head back so hard my throat strains, and his mouth is right there at my neck, hot and wet and…
“Oh fff…”
The rest dies because Hayes hits me with that toy again. Harder this time. Right against my clit. The buzz is wicked, relentless, and I swear my vision whites out for a second.
“That’s it,” Hayes murmurs, all smug Beta precision, dark silk curling around me while he knots another rope tight. My wrists are useless now, strapped to the headboard, spread wide. His nose drags along my jaw, and I feel him smile. “Pretty Omega. All strung up for us.”
Then, click.
Something icy kisses my nipple, and I jerk so hard the ropes creak.
“What… what the hell is that?”
Hayes’s laugh is sin. “Clamps, sweetheart.”
And then they tighten. Both of them. Sharp and sweet, pleasure knifing through my nerves so fast my toes curl. I make some kind of sound, half moan, half sob, and Beck eats it from my mouth, tongue plunging deep. He wants the noise. Wants everything.
Hayes flicks the vibrator higher. My hips go wild against nothing, ropes biting my skin, and then, oh god, cold again, lower this time.
“Hayes…” It’s a broken gasp.
“That plug,” he whispers, wrecking me, “is going to sit nice and tight while they stuff your little Omega pussy full. Can you feel that? Huh? Stretching you already…”
I whine. An actual pathetic whimper because fuck, it’s so much, too much, and not enough all at once.
Ford’s teeth graze my throat, slow, cruel, and then sink.
I scream. The whole room floods with my scent, slick gushing hot between my thighs because my body can’t do anything else but give.
Ford groans, the sound of an earthquake ripping through his chest as he drives into me with one brutal thrust. I feel every inch. Every inch of that thick, throbbing Alpha cock splitting me wide until I’m clawing at the ropes and sobbing into Beck’s mouth.
“That’s it,” Hayes hisses from somewhere near my ear, grinding the vibrator on my clit so hard my legs spasm. “Take that knot. Take your Alpha like you’re made for it.”
Ford roars as he pounds into me, rut driving him insane. Each slam forces slick out in hot gushes, dripping down my thighs, soaking the sheets. My back arches until the ropes bite deep, nipples screaming under the clamps. Hayes twists one casually, adjusting a dial, and I scream.
And then the knot swells. Oh god, oh god, I can feel it. Thick and brutal, stretching me open like I’m nothing but a hole for him to own. My Omega instincts claw through the fog: yes yes yes claim me stuff me make me yours—
It locks.
That’s when I break. No words. Just noise. Howls and sobs and slick pouring all at once as I melt from the inside out.
Ford slams one last time and freezes, knot buried to the hilt, and I feel the heat of him flood me so deep I swear I can taste it. My body milks him helplessly, orgasm detonating through every nerve while Hayes forces the vibrator faster and faster until I’m thrashing uselessly against the ropes.
I am never going to get enough of these men, am I?