Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Percy
Belle lies on the bed looking like my wildest dreams. Her body seems permanently flushed from the many orgasms we’ve taken turns giving her since her heat started last night. Rhys and Knox are both still limp on the bed from our last round.
At this rate, I imagine she only has another day or two max before her heat ebbs off.
She’s going to be exhausted. Knox has had to use his bark to get her to drink water, and she’s resisted eating more than a snack. We’ve gotten her to eat fruit by making sure one of us eats her pussy at the same time, a system I won’t complain about any time soon.
She’s an absolute brat. And so perfect for us.
Her cinnamon scent has grown even sweeter, if that’s possible. The scent is soaked into every corner of this room, and I hope it stays this way forever.
She’s insatiable....
And she’s fucking soaked.
I press a kiss to her lower belly, trailing my fingers through the slick that’s already dripping from between her legs. Her pussy is twitching, greedy and flushed, still stretched open from taking knot after knot.
She’s a dripping, moaning mess. The more we give her, the more she seems to need.
My lips trail across her belly, kissing her on either side near her hips. I’m already reminiscing about all the ways we’ve had her so far and dreaming of new ways to take her.
Belle whines under my touch.
“Still hungry for me, omega?” I murmur, teasing my thumb over her clit. She jerks like the sensation is too much at first, but then pushes up against my touch.
Needy omega.
My omega .
Belle gasps, her mouth falling open with a pleading whine. She’s too empty.
But not for long.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her, crawling up her body to kiss her lips. “Gonna fill you back up, sweetheart. Let me take care of you now.”
She tries to lift her pussy toward me, but I have something different in mind. I lift her with gentle hands and flip our positions. Pillows support my back as I recline and draw her onto my lap, settling her over my bare cock.
She mewls, dazed but still so damn responsive after hours and hours of pleasure. She can’t form a sentence to talk to us, but her instincts are intact, her body knowing what it wants and needs.
I run my hand down the curve of her back and up again, bringing my hand to rest at the nape of her neck where I grip a handful of her hair. “Think you can ride me while Knox takes your ass, sweetheart?”
Belle mewls again, not wasting any time as she scrambles to reach between us for my cock. She lines our bodies up and sinks down slowly on my length as Knox stirs from the bed. The walls of her pussy flutter around me as she gasps, clinging to my shoulders for balance. She tries to set the pace by rolling forward, only to meet resistance from me grabbing hold of her hip in a tight grip that lets me take control of her movement.
Her eyes flash with defiance, narrowing in a bratty challenge. Before she can make good on her brattiness, Knox climbs behind her. He presses his lips to her shoulder as he brushes his cock near where my cock disappears into her pussy, the head nudging against my balls as he gathers her slick.
I squeeze my eyes shut and still while he teases us both. He’s driving me as wild as her. Smart of him to have enough wits about him to make sure he’s slicked up before moving his cock between her ass cheeks.
The moment he pushes into her ass, a strangled cry escapes her lips.
And fuck , I feel him.
The thin barrier between us does nothing to hide the tightness of us both filling her from opposite sides. He feels so good like this, and in the back of my mind I flirt with curiosity about whether next we might both be able to fit inside her pussy at the same time, her body left with no choice but to stretch to accommodate us both.
My head falls back with my groan.
I shake my head to clear the thought so that I don’t risk coming before I’ve ever knotted her.
Rhys creates a welcome distraction as he seems to find his way back to life. He stands up on the bed and tosses a wicked wink in my direction before stepping one foot over me. He stands straddling me, a foot on each side, his body facing Belle so I’m left with a great view of his tight ass.
I lean enough to peer around him, watching him cup Belle’s jaw gently in his palm like she’s the most precious thing in the world.
And for us, she is.
He bends over to whisper into her ear. I can’t make out the words, but she nods as he straightens back to full height.
Belle’s body continues to rock between my thrusts and Knox’s as Rhys eases his cock between her lips.
She bobs her head on his cock hungrily.
“Our perfect little omega is so good at taking all her alphas in all of her holes,” Knox praises her as he bottoms out. She preens in response, the cock in her mouth the only thing keeping her from forming a wide smile.
She hums a moan around Rhys’s cock and he loses control for a moment, thrusting wildly in a way that causes all of us to lose our rhythm temporarily. We right ourselves quickly, each of us desperate not to lose our connection with her.
“That’s it.” Knox grabs at Belle’s hair, and I relinquish my grip to him and take the opportunity to squeeze one of Rhys’s cheeks. He tugs at her hair hard enough to elicit a muffled gasp from her around the cock now thrusting lazily in her mouth. “Take your alphas, Belle. Take every inch we give you. You need all of our cum, don’t you?”
I try to keep my strokes in her pussy steady, but I’m falling apart at the seams. She’s too tight. Too wet. Too perfect.
The sound of her wet pussy makes things this all the more obscene, driving me wild. I put my free hand on her other hip and grip her hard. “Look at you,” I groan. “You were made for this.”
My hips snap upward faster, driven by instinct as much as need, and luckily Knox is able to match my thrusts behind her so that we’re not all thrown off again.
Belle cries out, but the sound is cut off when Rhys pushes fully back into her mouth.
Her body moves with us, greedy and welcoming. Her hips trying desperately to rock and get as much of Knox and me as possible.
Her slick is everywhere–coating my cock, dripping onto my balls, and soaking the sheets below us.
“God, Belle,” I groan, fingers flexing on her hips. “Such a greedy little pussy, stuffed full and still begging for more.”
Our girl loves dirty talk, and she rewards me for my words by clenching around me and crying out her release as Rhys pulls out to let her get some air.
Knox breaks before me, panting his way through a few final thrusts before he pulls out wildly just in time to coat her backside in his release, the cum dripping down and leaking onto my knot.
Oh, fuck.
Feels so damn good.
Rhys cups Belle’s cheek and begins stroking his cock with quick, terse movements. He keeps his cock pointed at her and when his release comes, he soaks her face and chest.
Knowing she’s been painted in their cum is too much.
Exhausted, Rhys and Knox toss themselves down on opposite sides of the bed, trusting me to finish off the job.
I pinch Belle’s clit as she grinds herself down on me to take my knot. She writhes against my knot to help work herself toward another orgasm, and I give her the clit pressure she needs to get there as she rides me for all she’s worth.
Her body tenses, and her thighs shake. I strum her clit to help take her the rest of the way there.
She breaks. Her body clamps down, milking my cock as she screams, and I use up some of the last of my energy to avoid squeezing my eyes shut because I want to watch every moment. Her eyes roll back as she sobs through the pleasure.
Overwhelmed and wrecked, but still so fucking beautiful.
I snap my jaw and growl, hands tightening on her hips as I spill into her again, my knot pulsing. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve spilled my seed in this pussy since the start of her heat.
She collapses against my chest, her eyes fluttering shut as she lets out a soft hum.
I suck in deep breaths and run my hand gently over her back. “You did so good for us again. So, so good.”
I hold her until her breathing evens out and her soft whines fade into tiny, contented sighs.
Knox drags himself out of bed to grab a towel and returns to stand by the side of the bed, looking down at us. He strokes his thumb across Belle’s cheek, rubbing some of Rhys’s cum into her skin. Then he moves his hand to her ass and does the same with his cum.
Even though we haven’t bonded Belle, we’ve claimed her in other ways.
Knox takes his time gently wiping her off. We can’t leave her so wet and risk her catching a chill. I watch the way he lovingly cleans her up, my heart full.
She’s ours.
And I’m never going to let her forget it.