Chapter Thirty-Two #2
Connor groans, releasing his grip on one of her cheeks so that he can stroke his own cock, fisting it hard.
“Yeah,” he pants. “So can she.”
Beau snarls as he bottoms out fully, hips flush with her pert flesh, his hands still holding her open, holding her there.
“Shit,” he growls. “You’re clenching so fucking tight, Omega. Goddamn.”
Emery whimpers, her whole body shuddering as tremors ripple through her, pleasure and pain tangled so tight I’m certain that she can’t tell them apart.
Her scent spikes again, slick dripping down onto my thighs, her body shaking between us.
She’s helpless.
She’s perfect.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Beau rasps, starting to move now—slow, brutal thrusts that grind her against me with every stroke. “Taking her whole pack like she was made for it.”
“She was,” Connor growls, leaning in to press a rough kiss to her temple. “This is what she needs. Every hole full. Knot in her cunt, cock in her ass—”
Beau cuts him off with a low, dangerous sound, pulling back just long enough to look down at her properly.
“Sweetheart,” he says, voice dropping into that calm, commanding register that makes her body go pliant instantly. “You can take it, can’t you?”
She nods, fast and desperate.
“You want to please your Alphas,” Beau continues, one hand sliding to her jaw, thumb pressing just enough to make her look up at him. “You want to give us everything.”
“Yes,” she gasps without hesitation. “I want it. Anything. I want to—please—”
Beau smiles.
“That’s what I thought.”
He slams back into her again, hard enough that she cries out, her body jolting forward against mine. The angle drives her deeper onto my knot, grinding it right against the ridge of her entrance, and I can feel her clench—feel her slick flood around me again as she whines through it.
“Fuck,” I breathe, arms locked around her, trying to hold her still as Beau fucks her from above; rough and deep, claiming and relentless. “That’s it, Omega. You’re taking us so well. Let him wreck you.”
Her body is trembling, overstimulated, and still begging for more.
I can feel Beau through her: feel every brutal thrust of his cock up into her ass that makes her tighten around me, makes my knot pulse harder inside her, caught deep.
I can hear him too: the sound of skin slapping against skin, his rough breaths, the filthy growl in his throat every time she whimpers.
She’s pinned between us—held open, held down—and she loves it.
“Connor,” Beau snaps. “Fill her mouth.”
Emery doesn’t even hesitate. Her tongue darts out, lips already parted, and Connor steps in immediately.
From where I’m lying on my back, I have a perfect fucking view—his cock hard and heavy, dripping at the tip as he grips the base and lines it up to her mouth. He fists her hair in one hand, tilting her head up just enough, and the head of his cock bobs right over my face as she opens for him.
“That’s it, Omega,” Connor groans. “Open wide, sweetheart. Let me use that pretty mouth.”
She moans as he slides in, and I can feel the way her whole body jerks again from the stimulation. Her moans are thick, and gagged, but desperate.
She wants it.
Wants all of us.
Everywhere.
Above us, Beau is fucking wild—sweat-slicked, flushed, eyes dark and feral as he watches his cock disappear into her ass again and again. One of his hands is gripping her hips tight, the other dragging down her spine, and his abs flex with every thrust.
“She’s made for this,” he growls down at me. “You feel that, Theo? Feel how tight she gets when I fuck her like this?”
I nod, panting heavily. “She’s squeezing me tight—I can barely breathe.”
Connor chuckles breathlessly, angling her mouth so she can take him deeper.
“She loves it. You hear that, Omega? They can feel each other through you. You're that fucking tight.”
She moans again, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she works Connor’s cock deeper. Beau grits his teeth and slaps her cheek with a wet smack, watching the way her whole body jolts in response.
“You want to please your pack, don’t you?”
She hums a whimper around Connor’s cock, nodding as best she can, and he hisses at the sensation.
“Say it,” Beau demands, his pace never slowing. “Say who you belong to.”
Connor eases back just enough to let her speak, his cock falling from her mouth with a wet pop as her lips smack together.
“I’m yours,” she gasps, voice ragged and reverent. “All of you. I’m yours.”
The scent in the room explodes—sweet and slick and final—and I swear something clicks into place.
A tether pulling tight.
A low, instinctual hum that settles in my chest and spreads to my gut.
Connor groans low, feral with it, and grabs a fistful of her hair again.
“Open back up, Omega,” he growls. “Show us how grateful you are.”
She obeys instantly, and her eyes roll back the second Connor shoves his cock past her lips again.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he pants, kneeling over me now, practically straddling my chest so he can feed himself down her throat. His balls slap against my sternum as he thrusts, hand tight in her hair, guiding her. “Just like that. God, you were fucking made for this.”
Her body jerks again as Beau lets out a filthy, guttural groan above us. He’s fucking her without mercy now—deep, brutal thrusts pounding her down onto my cock and back into his—sandwiched between two knot-thick alphas and taking all of it.
“Look at her,” he snarls. “She can’t even think anymore. Just wants to be used.”
“She loves it,” Connor growls back. “Fucking soaking us. Bet you feel her squeezing both of us.”
“Every time you slam into her, it grinds my knot deeper,” I grit out, hips twitching helplessly beneath her. “She’s shaking.”
“She’s flying,” Connor smirks, sweat dripping from his jaw. “That’s what she is.”
Beau’s thrusts grow harsher, slamming in to the hilt, barely giving her a second to breathe between strokes. The couch shudders beneath us as Emery lets out a muffled, gurgled moan around Connor’s cock, and it makes all of us groan.
“She’s gonna come again,” I gasp, feeling her pussy clench and tightening my hold around her. “Fuck, she’s close—”
“Not without us,” Beau bites out. “Not yet. Not until we finish.”
“Ready for it, Omega?” Connor pants, his strokes growing faster. “Ready to be filled with alpha come?”
She whimpers around his cock, looking so fucking beautiful with her lips stretched and spit slicking her chin.
“Look at her,” Beau growls, slamming in one last time. “Fucking look at her.”
Connor groans loud and sharp, his cock twitching as he shoves deep into her throat and holds, spilling down her throat as she drinks every drop.
His hand stays in her hair, anchoring her while his whole body shudders, and behind her, Beau lets out a sound I’ll never forget—somewhere between a growl and a roar.
His hips slam flush with hers. His knot catches, he locks, and then he pours into her—cock pulsing deep in her ass, claiming her in the final way we hadn’t yet.
“Fucking yes,” Beau snarls, body pressed against hers, his voice breaking with it. “Mine. Ours. Fuck, you were made to be ours.”
She moans weakly around Connor’s cock as she starts to come again; her entire body shaking, full in every sense of the word, and all I can do is hold her.
Knot still locked. Cock still twitching. Heart pounding with something I’ve never felt before.
Home.