Chapter 29
Presley
The night sky stretched endless and black overhead, broken only by the distant glow of the city drawing closer.
The helicopter blades thrummed steadily above us, a low, constant roar that drowned out everything but the rush of blood in my ears.
Below, the English countryside had given way to the glittering sprawl of London’s outskirts as rivers of car lights snaking along motorways, but looking like scattered stars against the dark.
I sat in the spacious back cabin, wedged between Etienne and Fritz on the wide leather bench. Hastings piloted up front, his broad shoulders tense under the headset, hands steady on the controls.
Etienne’s hand settled on my knee first. His fingers rested warm through the thin fabric, and his thumb tracing lazy circles that sent little sparks skittering up my skin. I shifted, pressing my thighs together, but that only made him smile.
His palm slid higher, gathering the hem of my dress with it. And as the material inched upward, cool air kissed newly exposed skin.
I glanced at him, breath catching. His dark eyes met mine, then flicked across me to Fritz.
Fritz’s grin was immediate. It was also wicked.
His hand mirrored Etienne’s on my other leg, fingers splaying wide as he pushed the dress higher in tandem.
The hem bunched at the tops of my thighs now, barely covering anything.
Their touches were light, teasing, but heat pooled low in my belly, slick already dampening my panties.
I looked forward, past the seats, to Hastings. His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror. He did it once, then again. Lingering longer each time.
His jaw tightened, knuckles whitening on the cyclic stick.
Fritz noticed too. “Eyes front, Hastings,” he called, voice laced with amusement. “We’re nowhere near London yet.”
Hastings didn’t answer, but his shoulders flexed, the helicopter dipping slightly before he corrected.
Through the bond, a sharp pulse of raw, primal hunger slammed into me. His alpha restraint fraying. He could feel everything. Every throb of need between my legs, every shiver their hands dragged from me.
Etienne’s fingers reached the edge of my panties first, tracing the lace trim with deliberate slowness.
Fritz joined a second later, both of them hooking fingers under the elastic, tugging gently, playfully.
The fabric pulled tight against my clit, sending jolts of pleasure through me, before loosening again.
I bit my lip to stifle a soft, needy whimper, but it escaped anyway.
Hastings growled low, the sound carrying over the headsets. “Fuck. My cock just jerked watching Etienne’s finger slip under there.”
His voice was rough, edged with something feral. Etienne obliged, sliding one finger beneath the lace, brushing over my slick folds.
I gasped, hips bucking involuntarily. Fritz chuckled, dark and pleased, and he did the same on the other side.
I gasped as two sets of fingers teased me, parting, spreading my wetness.
Hastings banked slightly, the city lights blurred below as the roads glowed brighter now and London’s skyline rose ahead.
Fritz moved first, sliding off the bench to kneel between my legs.
The space was tight, but he made it work as his hands pushed my thighs wider, and the dress rucked up around my waist. His fingers hooked my panties, dragging them down slowly, deliberately, over my hips, down my legs, until he tugged them free and tossed them aside.
Cool air hit my exposed pussy, slick glistening in the dim cabin lights. Fritz’s eyes darkened, pupils blown wide. He leaned in, breath hot against me, and licked one long, slow line from entrance to clit.
My head fell back against the seat, eyes rolling shut as pleasure crashed over me. His tongue was playful at first, flicking, circling, then delving deeper, lapping at my slick like he couldn’t get enough.
Etienne’s hands stayed on my thighs, holding me open, thumbs stroking soothing patterns even as his own breathing roughened.
Fritz sucked my clit gently, then harder, two fingers sliding inside me to curl just right.
I didn’t know if it was the helicopter’s vibrations that hummed through the seat, amplifying every sensation or my climax.
Then I shattered. Crying out as the orgasm ripped through me, thighs clamping around Fritz’s head, as a broken cry tore from my throat.
He didn’t stop until I sagged, boneless, chest heaving.
Only then did he pull back, lips shiny, grinning like the devil. Etienne leaned in immediately, his thick fingers joining Fritz’s. I groaned as they pushed inside me, curling alongside Fritz’s as they both worked me open.
“We need to get you ready for us, Princesse,” Etienne whispered.
“Oh my God.” My walls fluttered around their fingers, oversensitive, slick coating their hands.
Their free hands moved higher, tugging the straps of my dress down my shoulders. The bodice gave way easily, pooling at my waist and baring my breasts to the cool air. My nipples tightened instantly.
Etienne’s mouth descended on the left one, tongue swirling slow and reverent, sucking gently. Fritz took the right, teeth grazing before he soothed with broad licks, playful nips that made me arch.
I writhed between them, fingers tangling in their hair, pulling them closer.
Through the bond, Hastings’s arousal flooded me. It was hot and overwhelming as his own need spiked with every moan I fed him.
Etienne pulled off my nipple with a wet pop, glancing toward the cockpit. “This is sharing, Hastings,” he said, voice husky, fingers still pumping steadily inside me alongside Fritz’s.
Hastings’s laugh was dark, strained. “Enjoy,” he growled back. “She loves it. I can feel everything. Every clench, every rush of slick. Fuck, it’s making me ache.”
The words sent me over again.
Their fingers crooked in unison, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumbs brushing my clit in tandem. My back bowed, breasts thrusting toward their mouths as another orgasm tore through me. This time it was so hard my vision left me as my keening cry echoed in the cabin.
I blinked slowly, the world coming back in fragments of sensation—the velvet slide of silk blankets against my overheated skin, the heavy weight of pack scent saturating every breath.
Dark leather, cedarwood and petrichor was drenching the air along with my own thick vanilla perfume.
My thighs trembled, sweet smelling slick still leaking from me, the nest beneath me soaked through.
“You blacked out, Omega,” Fritz murmured above me, voice rough with satisfaction, his green eyes glittering as he braced himself on one arm, blond hair falling into his face. “Came so fucking hard on our fingers you left us. Hastings nearly landed in a cow pasture.”
A helpless flush burned through me, remembering the thrum of the blades vibrating up through the seat, the city lights streaking below, Etienne’s and Fritz’s fingers buried deep while their mouths sucked my nipples raw, Hastings’ primal snarls over the headset as every moan fed straight into his bond.
Etienne knelt at my side, dark hair damp, pupils blown wide.
His hand settled on my bare hip, thumb stroking reverently over the faint bruises from earlier.
“Princesse,” he breathed, voice velvet and filthy promise.
“You were exquisite. We brought you home, tucked you safe… but you’re already dripping again, aren’t you?
Greedy little omega cunt begging for more. ”
I blinked once and then at least another three times, wondering when my sweet alphas got so dirty.
Hastings stood at the edge of the nest, arms folded tight across his chest, trousers tented.
A sharp, feral need slammed through the bond. It was barely leashed.
“Both of you take her,” he ordered, voice gravel. “I want to watch my pack wreck our omega. Stretch her until she’s screaming.”
Etienne and Fritz moved instantly, a silent agreement passing between them. Etienne slid behind me, pulling me up to straddle his lap with his chest to my back, his thick cock already slick with pre-cum nudged at my slick entrance.
He spread my thighs wide, exposing me completely to Fritz and Hastings.
Fritz dropped to his knees between my legs, fisting his cock as he stared at my pussy. “Jesus fuck, look at this perfect hole,” he growled. “Still soaked from the helicopter. Are you ready to take two thick alpha cocks, Liebling? We might ruin you for Hastings.”
I whimpered, nodding frantically, hips rolling back against Etienne. His hands gripped my hips, and lifted me, letting me lower until I was pierced by his cock.
“That’s it, Princesse,” he rasped against my ear. “Take my cock like the perfect omega you are. Feel how deep I am?”
Fritz leaned forward, tongue dragging up my clit and over where Etienne and I joined, making me cry out. He sucked harder as slick gushed over his mouth, leaving him a shiny mess.
Then he straightened, lining himself up beside Etienne’s buried cock, the blunt head pressing alongside it.
I groaned. My eyes fluttered and closed.
Fritz pulled away. “Hold her open,” he told Etienne.
Etienne’s hands gripped my thighs harder, spreading me wider, and Fritz pushed his crown in beside Etienne’s dick.
The stretch was brutal. A deep burning sensation that I'd never felt before, but it was also perfect. More slick gushed around them, easing the slide as Fritz edged inch by inch. Each man groaned as their cocks rubbed against each other and inside me, dragging over every raw nerve.
“Fuck yes,” Fritz snarled, finally seated to the hilt. “Look at our omega swallowing two alpha cocks. You’re split open on us, Omega. You’re so fucking tight we can barely move. You love it, don’t you? You love being ours.”
I had no idea what it was about his words, but my pussy started pulsing around their dicks and there was no way I’d last long.
Etienne’s teeth grazed the unclaimed side of my neck, breath ragged as he held my breasts with both of his palms, his thumbs stroking the nipples. “You were made for this, Princesse,” he growled.
“She was made to take our cocks, our knots, our cum. We’re going to pump you so full you’ll be dripping for weeks,” Fritz said as my two alphas started moving in tandem. One dragging out as the other slammed in. Until it got faster, then harder, and they found a brutal rhythm. And I loved it.
The wet slap of hips on slick-soaked skin filled the room. Their knots swelled rapidly, pressing together at my entrance, catching on every thrust.
My gaze found Hastings’ when he groaned like he found it torture. His hand shoved into his trousers as he stroked himself. “That’s it—fuck her raw. She loves it.”
Fritz’s thrusts turned punishing. “Hear that, Liebling? Your bonded mate is losing his mind feeling you get wrecked. And we’re gonna knot this beautiful hole together. We’re gonna lock you on both our cocks and flood your womb until you’re stuffed and dripping, marked inside and out.”
Etienne’s hand slid down between the two men and he rubbed tight circles on my clit.
“Come for us, Princesse,” he commanded
My nails raked down Etienne’s arms, my body shaking violently.
“That’s it Princesse, I can feel you’re close. Now come on your alphas’ cocks. We’re ready to claim what’s ours.”
The words shattered me. My orgasm ripped through me like fire as my walls spasmed around their cocks. I screamed, vision blacking at the edges again, every muscle seizing.
They didn’t slow. Fritz pounded from above. Etienne was slowly behind but it was his knot I felt swell first. My eyes widened as it swelled impossibly larger.
“Merde,” Etienne groaned. I was sure their knots were catching together as they forced their way inside me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, suddenly feeling so full and knowing. I should have been scared, but the burn of the knot tipped me into another climax instantly.
“She wants more,” Hastings said.
My gaze went back to him. Now his dick was in his hand as he stroked the length, watching.
My head dropped back, eyes rolling. “Please–”
“Now,” Etienne snarled at Fritz.
Teeth sank in on both sides.
Etienne’s bite was deep on my left gland, Fritz’s sharp and possessive on my right.
I didn’t scream. Couldn’t talk. I was too shocked, too full of them and already spiraling again as the bonds exploded open, flooding me with them. With Etienne’s fierce adoration, Fritz’s wild devotion, and then I felt Hastings’ dark triumph and overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes!” Fritz roared against my skin as his hips ground deep and his knot pushed inside with Etienne’s.
Hot floods of cum filled me in endless waves. As their knots throbbed together, the sensation dragged my orgasm out until I was sobbing, limp and trembling between them.
“Take every drop, omega. Your pack is gonna fill this pussy until you’re leaking our cum for days.”
“Fuck!” Hastings cursed. But he loved it. Our bond sang with his release as he watched us locked together. Now his pack was fully bonded, and his omega thoroughly claimed.
Etienne and Fritz licked gently over the fresh bites, soothing the sting. Hastings finally climbed in the nest with us, pressing a kiss on my lips while his hand splayed over my lower belly.
“Completely ours now,” he murmured.