Chapter 49 #2
Asher dips his head down, captures my lips, then kisses down my jaw, my neck, around the lights and the ribbon, until he gets to his handiwork around my torso and sighs against my exposed skin and one aching nipple there.
When he flicks his tongue across the erect bud, I gasp, then clamp my mouth shut.
Matthew watches me with a wicked look on his face. “Good girl, Iz. You’ve got this.”
Then, he grips my other breast in his hand, not at all gentle as he squeezes and pinches, my moans and cries at the contrasting sensations of gentle on the left, rough on the right, trapped in my chest. Then Will is spreading my knees further apart, more cold air running along my pussy, cooling my pooling slick, and my whine grows and grows.
The bed dips as Will climbs onto the mattress, stretches out onto his stomach, and runs the fingers of both hands along the ribbon lining my pussy lips.
That’s when a cry erupts from my mouth.
“Asher, keep her quiet,” Matthew commands.
And Asher’s gentle mouth and tongue are gone from my breast, leaving my moist skin to cool in the air a moment before Matthew’s other hand takes over where Asher left off, only just as rough as the other side.
When I open my mouth on a gasp, Asher’s cock is shoved between my lips, his hand in my hair behind my head as he begins to fuck my face in long strokes, the smooth skin of his dick running along my lips, the thick head notching into the opening of my throat.
A few things happen at once. Matthew climbs onto the mattress, straddling my ribs and never easing his assault on my breasts, and Will slides his fingers into my pussy, making me scream on Asher’s cock, slick spilling from my core, the stimulation becoming almost too much.
“Fuck, she’s gushing,” Will marvels from between my legs before blessedly attaching his mouth to my clit, drawing another cry from me, causing Asher to groan from the vibration on his cock in my mouth.
“Let me tap-in a sec,” Matthew says nonchalantly as he moves further up my body to straddle my tits, and suddenly Asher’s cock is gone, replaced by the brutal thrusts of Matthew in my mouth.
“Get it real wet, baby. That’s it.” His balls glide against my chest as his cock plunders my mouth, and then he’s gone, nodding at Asher, who slowly slides back between my bruised lips.
Matthew moves back down my body again, then lets out a frustrated huff as he grips the masterfully wrapped ribbon bodice with both his hands and tears it from my body, freeing my breasts, which he grips, pushing them together, then thrusts his cock between them, fucking my tits furiously while Asher fucks my face, and Will sucks my pussy.
Tears stream down my face, some pooling at my nose, others falling to the sheets below, but the pleasure is so intense, every nerve ending in my body is set ablaze, and I’m coming, sparks of light in my peripheral vision, screaming around Asher’s cock, clenching my knees around Will’s head, until I go limp, body and mind exhausted.
“That was good, Iz,” Matthew croons gently as all assaults cease. “So good, you deserve a reward. You just relax.”
I don’t think I have much choice.
Completely spent, my three Alphas move me like a ragdoll, and I’m not really aware of what’s happening until the ribbon is completely torn from my entire body, leaving only the lights, and my back is no longer against the mattress, but lying on Matthew’s chest.
“You’re the perfect gift, Iz,” he whispers from below as he grips his cock and dips it inside my pussy, gathering my slick on his skin.
“My perfect Omega.” He slides the head of his dick to my ass, making me sigh, and slowly, very slowly, slides inside to the hilt, making me feel full in the most delicious way.
His hands grip my inner thighs and spread me all the way, as far as I can possibly be spread, then Asher and Will take turns coating their dicks in my slick.
I’m whining, almost obscenely but not quite. My eyes close as my whine reverberates in my chest, my slick dribbling from my core, then hands are on my shins, lifting my legs, drawing my eyes open again.
Asher stands at my left, holding my leg up, calf on his right shoulder, while Will does the same on the right, my other calf resting on his left shoulder.
The looks in their eyes are loving, while a glimmer of feral desire shines in the rainbow of Christmas lights on my body.
And then, they’re both sliding into my pussy, side-by-side, my mouth falling open in a silent scream I’m sure would shatter glass. Not pain, but so much pleasure. So, so much.
They hiss, then begin to fuck my pussy in shallow strokes, both their heads rubbing against my G-spot in alternating strokes as I gasp and moan. Then, Matthew begins to slowly flick his hips up, bottoming out inside my ass, then pulling out slow, just to do it again.
In no time, the three of them find a rhythm, fucking me mercilessly, pushing my straight legs back while keeping them spread wide, pistoning into my holes again and again until the need to bear down on them overtakes me, and the fact I can’t pisses me off.
“Deeper,” I growl, a flash of surprise shining in Will’s eyes before it’s replaced by determination.
I need to feel them all the way inside me, need it like air.
And my Alphas give it to me, changing their pace to ensure they get deep inside me by going slow, and it feels so fucking good. Good enough that a sob wells in my chest, released on a whine, until I don’t know if I can take any more. It’s too good. I asked for this, but it’s too—
I scream before I’m even aware I’m coming, tears streaming down my face, cries of pleasure mixing with guttural wails until I think I may have left my body.
When my Alphas grunt and groan, jets of come spurting into me, I return to consciousness just in time to feel their knots swell inside my body, all of us sated. All of us loved.
“Now, for your real gifts.”
I laugh, body a puddle of goo on top of the covers. The holiday lights are off my body and put away, the room light turned back on. “I don’t think I can handle more gifts tonight.”
“You’re going to like these,” Will assures me, going to his closet as Asher helps me sit up on the bed.
Will comes back with three boxes, each a couple feet tall, but light enough he can hold them all together in his hands as he approaches.
I recognize the boxes as being from one of those custom plush stores, and I gasp with delight as the first box is handed to me by Matthew.
I pop open the top and pull out the most adorable dark brown teddy bear, wearing a tee shirt and little jeans, holding a game controller and wearing a headset.
I hug it to my bare chest and gasp when the bear speaks in Matthew’s voice.
“I love you, Iz.”
The tears start pouring before I even fully process this beautiful gift, and Matthew wraps his arms around me with a laugh. “It’s okay, baby. You need to calm down so you can open the others.”
With a sniff, I wipe my wet face with my palms, and Matthew takes his bear and sets him on the nightstand beside me.
Asher’s is next, and inside is the most adorable duck wearing fancy clothes, holding a clapboard. I squeeze the duckie through my mounting tears, and Asher’s voice rings out in the room, “Ay up miduck!” and I burst into laughter, throw myself into his arms.
“How embarrassed were you to record that in public?”
He gives me a hooded look. “You can make it up to me at a later date.”
Last is Will, whose representation is the most adorable dog wearing an apron and a chef’s hat, holding a spatula in one paw. When I hug it, Will’s voice chimes, “We’re family forever.”
When I rise and hug him tight, I whisper, “Family,” and squeeze him tighter.
“Thank you all so much,” I say on a sniffle, placing Will’s plushie with Matthew’s and Asher’s.
“There’s one more thing,” Matthew says, handing me a small envelope. Inside is a gift card to the plushie shop.
“We each made ours, so this is for you to make one of yourself to complete the pack,” Will says from beside me with a wide grin.
And I’ve never been so excited to go to a toy store.