Chapter 17 Bianca
BIANCA
By the time his knot goes down, my legs are jelly, but Freddie helps me stand. Owen curses creatively as he tries to pull his pants back on with one functional arm, not wanting anyone to help him.
“Time to head to the landing zone,” Weller says, his eyes moving to Owen’s mark. I realize it settles him, that one more of them has claimed me permanently.
“Negative on extraction,” Ezra’s voice crackles, tense.
“Storm is coming in worse than expected. Can’t fly in this shit.
Find shelter for the night and hunker down.
The guards seem to be sticking to the lodge, and we’re not seeing any heat movement that would suggest they’re coming. Probably waiting for daylight.”
“Great.” Owen jostles his injured shoulder and hisses at the movement.
“How long?” Tristan asks into the walkie, his gaze fixed on me as I press my thighs together.
“Maybe four hours or so.”
Four hours. I’m already feeling empty and achy.
A drone appears, a regular one this time, not the kind that kills you. The guys throw a few rocks at it, not wanting to waste any more bullets, but it’s too high.
“We need to find real shelter,” Weller says, his bare chest gleaming in the moonlight. I’m wearing his shirt again, and he looks damn good without one.
We leave behind the small overhang, looking for something bigger to keep us concealed overnight. With only flashlights, the moon, and a storm brewing overhead, time is of the essence. We reach another rocky area, and Tristan points to a crevice. “What about there?”
It’s not very spacious, but it will have to do. We move into the cave-like space. The drone hovers outside, unable to follow.
“I’ll get a fire going.” I pull dry sticks and brush from my backpack that I was saving for this very purpose. My hands are shaking a bit, and Weller notices.
“Please, Bianca. Let me do this.” He gently takes the kindling from me.
“I’m good at it,” I insist, even knowing he won’t back down. “I’ve been building fires since—“
“You weren’t in heat then, and your body has different priorities right now. You can show me the best way to set it up and get it going.”
Smiling at that, I show him how to build a proper fire. It’s near the opening, positioned so that the smoke will exit rather than fill the space. Soon, we have a small but efficient fire going, enough to provide a little light and warmth.
I start digging through the packs, mine and theirs, to get some food options together. They need to eat.
Freddie takes over. “Let me, Bianca. Rest for a minute and eat something.”
He passes what we have around. I take a bite of a protein bar and want to spit it out. Disgusting. I force myself to chew the bite but tuck the rest away. The only thing I’m really hungry for isn’t food.
The need is building between my legs again, and I’m going to need to deal with that soon.
Owen is resting against a wall, his eyes closed. I move to him, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. His palm comes up to touch my face. I sit next to him, pressing my face to his arm for a moment, soaking in the fact that he’s mine now.
All mine.
Freddie is restless as he reorganizes our packs, humming something under his breath. Tristan stands at the opening, looking out as the rain starts to come down. “The drone is hanging around, but it can’t see in here with the angle,” he says, walking back inside.
Well, that’s good.
“How are you doing, Bianca?” He crouches down and presses the back of his hand to my forehead. “Do you need anything?”
Now that you ask…
I bite my lip and nod, locking eyes with him.
“Let me look you over first.” He takes his time moving his fingers over every bruise, cut, and scrape. Every touch drives me more insane until I let out a whimper.
He points to a spot a few feet away in the center of the space. “Present for me, omega.”
I lick my lips, and his eyes follow my tongue as I lift my arms. He pulls the shirt over my head.
My body begs me to obey him, interested in this particular game.
Once I’m naked, I get on my knees in the spot he pointed to, leaning forward to rest my arms on the ground, my ass sticking up in the air.
The position builds a sense of anticipation, and I feel a gush between my legs.
Tristan approaches, circling me once before he comes to a stop in front of me. He gets down on his knees, and I expect him to put his dick in my mouth, which sounds very appealing, but instead, he reaches out with his fingers, pressing firmly between my shoulder blades.
“Back straight, Bianca.”
He adjusts my arms until they are perfectly parallel, his touch deliberate.
A hand tangles in my hair, not pulling, just tilting my head to straighten it.
He presses down lightly on the small of my back to make the curve of my spine more severe.
It’s infuriating and a complete turn-on.
They’re idiots sometimes, but they’re idiots who are obsessed with me, and right now, his obsession is a tangible thing.
He moves around my body, his gaze heavy, occasionally making a soft, tutting sound before adjusting me again. Every brush of his hand lights me on fire. I shift my hips, and his hand is gone instantly.
“Still,” he commands softly. He waits until I obey before his touch returns, this time to fix the position of my legs, spreading them a fraction wider.
When his palms finally settle on my ass, warm and firm as they knead the muscle there, I sigh in relief. Finally. With a hand on each cheek, he brushes his thumbs over my pussy lips, spreading me just enough for the cool cave air to kiss my swollen flesh. I gasp.
“Did Owen fill you up with enough cum, or do you need more?” he murmurs, his thumbs circling slowly, smearing my wetness. “Look at you. So messy for us. Perfectly pink and swollen.”
The praise makes me even more worked up. I’m squirming, desperate for more.
“Finger yourself,” he orders. “Show us how you like it.”
I hesitate but then obey. My own touch feels clumsy and inadequate. It does nothing to soothe the deep, internal ache.
“It’s not working,” I complain, my voice petulant. I whine, annoyed.
He chuckles, a low, dark sound. He reaches into my abandoned backpack and pulls out the dildo I was so generously provided for this experiment. “What about this then?”
He holds it out. I snatch it from him and push it inside me.
A moan escapes me at the initial feeling of being filled, but the second it’s there, my body rebels.
It’s cold, lifeless plastic. It’s not him.
It’s not them. I pull it out with a frustrated sob and throw it against the cave wall, where it lands with a dull thud.
The tantrum makes him laugh again, louder this time.
“Please touch me.”
He pushes two fingers inside me, working me until the sounds are absolutely vulgar. My body squelches and sucks at his fingers.
“Freddie, help me,” Tristan calls. “Add a finger.” I feel Freddie work one in. The third finger inside me makes my legs almost buckle. The stretch feels so good. Their three fingers working in tandem is ridiculously hot.
“Fuck, you’re burning up inside,” I hear Freddie say.
“Hmm. Do you want to fuck our omega, Freddie?” Tristan asks, his voice smooth.
“More than anything.”
I push back against their fingers hard. “I think she wants you to,” he says. They pull their fingers out, and I almost cry out at the loss. “Shhh.” One of them rubs my back soothingly.
I hear zippers, the rustle of fabric, and from my position on the floor, I see their clothes fall around us. Someone moves behind me, and I feel the hot, blunt pressure of a cockhead at my entrance. “It’s me,” Freddie says, his voice a warm whisper as he strokes my ass.
He pushes the head of his cock in, and I damn near scream, my body coming alive for him. I immediately push back on him hard, taking as much of him inside me as I can.
“Oh fuck!” he exclaims, the sound a mix of shock and pleasure. I push back again and again, swallowing his cock greedily.
He’s losing his shit, and so am I.
Turning my head to the side, my eyes find Tristan. He’s stroking himself, just watching us. The way he’s doing it is so slow and tantalizing I can’t tear my eyes away.
“Open that pretty mouth for me.”
I do. His cock slips past my lips, and the new sensation makes me clench hard around Freddie, causing him to stutter out a curse.
They feel so good inside me; I might be in heaven.
This is exactly what I need to forget everything.
All I can hear are the sounds of us—their grunts, my moans, the wet slap of skin against skin. I never want it to end.
Tristan pulls out of my mouth, and I miss him instantly. “Freddie, hold her up against your chest.”
Freddie sits back on his knees, maneuvering me into his lap so I’m flush against his chest. It’s a new, delicious angle that has me gasping. My legs are splayed on the outside of his, spreading me completely open, putting me on display for everyone to see him buried deep inside me.
Tristan drops to his knees in front of us and leans down to where we’re joined. “Freddie, do you mind if—”
“Mind what?” Freddie asks, then gasps as Tristan’s lips close around my clit, and I squeeze down on him hard. “Holy fuck!”
The sensation of Tristan’s mouth on me while Freddie’s cock stretches me makes me nearly black out.
“Fuck no, I don’t mind,” Freddie manages. “She just—Christ—she has a vice grip on me—”
“She tastes so good,” Tristan says against my clit. “Like sugar and sex and ours.”
“And me,” Owen adds from the background.
“Please,” I sob. “Please, I need—”
“What do you need, baby?” Freddie asks. “Tell us. You’re doing so good.”
“Need to come,” I whine.
Tristan’s tongue circles my clit perfectly, and I shatter, screaming as the orgasm tears through me.
“Beautiful,” Freddie praises.
“Don’t come, Freddie,” Tristan orders. “Lay down with Bianca facing you.”
“You’re killing me,” Freddie groans. “Fuck, I’m so close—but yeah, okay.”
He manages to maneuver us without pulling out, lying back and pulling me down to his chest. He’s suddenly overwhelming me with kisses down my throat, my nipples—anywhere he can reach.
“So perfect,” he murmurs against my neck. “Doing so good.” Kiss. “Such a good girl for us.” Kiss. “I love how you feel.”
Tristan moves behind us, his fingers playing in my wetness before I feel him press one against my ass. “Ever had anyone here?”
“No,” I gasp.
“Good,” he growls. “If you want me to stop, say stop.” I whimper out an okay.
Tristan pushes one finger inside, moving it around, and it feels weird but then starts to feel really good, making me writhe all over Freddie. Then he adds another, slowly fucking two into me and stretching me open. I feel so full. I want more. “Please,” I beg.
“You sure you can?” Tristan asks, removing his fingers and nudging the head of his cock against me. “Can you take both our cocks together, omega?”
“I want to,” I whine.
He pushes in extremely slowly, and the fullness is overwhelming. Freddie kisses me through it, praising me constantly. “Our perfect, beautiful omega looking so pretty taking us both.”
When they start moving together, I lose my mind completely. There’s only sensation, only them, only this.
Freddie kisses me gently against my lips. “Can I keep you?”
“Always, Frederick,” I whisper back.
He kisses from my lips across my face, down my neck to where my scent gland is, breathing me in deeply.
His teeth sink in, and the bond explodes through me as Freddie’s knot swells and locks inside me.
I come hard, my whole body convulsing between them.
They both curse, the sensation overwhelming them too.
Then I feel Tristan’s lips against my neck from behind, his teeth grazing my skin. The sensation makes me squirm and cry out. This is too much.
“Do it,” I beg. His teeth break through my skin, and I can feel all of them, all my bonds humming at once. The intensity has tears streaming down my face.
“Mine,” Tristan snarls against my skin. “Mine, mine, fucking mine.”
I feel his cock jerk several times as he fills me. The sensation is new and interesting but also super hot. My mind starts to drift as I think about all of the fun configurations we can do.
With Freddie’s knot locked inside me, I’m sandwiched between them.
I find the right spot and bite Freddie’s neck, marking him while we’re still connected.
He groans and pulses inside me. Tristan pulls out carefully and gets close enough for me to mark him too.
His eyes close when I do, his face going soft, like he’s relieved.
He lies down next to us, and I put my hand on his chest.
I focus on feeling their heartbeats against my skin as their breathing slowly syncs with mine. The intensity of what just happened has me trembling.
“Shh,” Freddie soothes, pressing kisses to my temple. “You’re okay.”
Tristan’s hand strokes down my back. “Breathe, Bianca. We’ve got you.”
Weller appears with water, helping me take small sips while he wipes the sweat from my forehead. His touch is careful. Tender.
Twenty minutes pass like this, skin against skin, their hands gentle on my oversensitive body. When Freddie’s knot finally goes down and they carefully separate from me, I’m floating, barely conscious.
“We’ll take watch,” Tristan says to Weller and Owen. “You two take care of her.”
I end up situated against the rock wall, nestled between Owen and Weller, their warmth surrounding me. Their hands are gentle as they stroke my hair and rub my back.
“Sleep, Princess,” Owen murmurs, his hand tracing patterns on my spine.
“I’ve finally got the whole collection,” I mumble against his chest.
I hear them laugh softly, but my eyes are already closed, too heavy to open. Someone kisses my forehead tenderly, but I’m already falling into darkness, feeling safe between my alphas while thunder cracks outside.