Chapter 35
Thirty-Five
FRANCINE
That night, I’m literally starving after getting double-knotted by both Elias and Rowan. I’m shoveling bite after bite of the juicy steak into my mouth during dinner with the brothers and Nora.
The marks on my neck throb with each swallow, a constant reminder of what happened in that cave. I can still feel Rowan and Elias inside me, their cum sticky between my thighs despite the shower I took before dinner.
“You’re eating so fast!” Nora laughs as she takes a sip of apple juice. “Like a wolf!”
I glance up, suddenly aware of four pairs of eyes watching me.
Rowan and Elias wear subtle smirks, pleased with themselves for working up my appetite.
Drake’s eyes narrow as they dart between my face and my neck.
Kieran’s gaze is locked on the right side of my neck where Elias’s teeth broke skin just hours ago.
“I’m just hungry,” I say, instinctively reaching up to adjust my sweater’s collar, trying to hide the marks. The fabric barely covers them, and Kieran’s eyes darken when I touch the spot.
Kieran finally breaks his stare, turning his attention to his sister. “Eat your greens, Nora.”
I take the momentary reprieve to catch my breath, only to find Drake watching me from across the table.
Unlike Kieran’s burning intensity, Drake’s gaze holds something softer but no less hungry.
He looks like a man who’s missed a meal that everyone else got to enjoy.
His fork twirls idly between his fingers as his eyes roam over my face, my neck, my chest.
They can’t say anything or confront me in front of Nora, which I’m grateful for.
I stab another piece of steak, suddenly aware of how the fabric of my sweater rubs against my sensitized nipples.
The pregnancy has made them perpetually swollen and tender, and the slight friction as I move sends little sparks of pleasure straight to my core. I shift in my seat, uncomfortable with how wet I’m getting just from their stares.
“Ms. Patricia says we’re learning about space next week,” Nora continues, filling the silence with her school stories. “And I told her my brother builds things that touch the sky, which is almost like space.”
“That’s right,” Elias responds. “We design very tall buildings.”
Nora launches into a detailed explanation of her understanding of space, planets, and stars, complete with dramatic hand gestures that nearly knock over her glass of milk. I’m grateful for her constant chatter; it’s keeping the alphas from saying what I know they must be thinking.
Kieran keeps stealing glances at my neck, his jaw tightening each time. I wonder if he’s angry. He’s the pack leader after all, and traditionally, he should have been the first to mark me. But nothing about our relationship has been traditional from the start.
The small swell of my belly brushes against the edge of the table as I lean forward to take a sip of water. My pregnancy isn’t very obvious yet, but there’s a definite curve there now, housing the tiny life that binds me to this pack forever.
An hour later, the house is quiet.
Nora is asleep, and the alphas have all retreated to their rooms or offices.
I make my way to the library, drawn to the peaceful sanctuary of books and the comfortable window seat that looks out over the moonlit property.
I settle in with a romance novel on a big chair that probably belongs to Kieran.
I’m not sure how long I’ve been reading when I hear the library door open.
Glancing up, I see Kieran and Drake enter. Drake immediately moves to lock the door behind them, the click of the mechanism echoing in the silent room.
My heart rate accelerates, blood rushing in my ears.
“Enjoying yourself?” Kieran asks, his voice deceptively casual as he approaches.
“Just relaxing,” I say, looking up as he walks over to me. When he reaches me, he gently takes the romance novel from my hands, glancing at the cover with mild interest before setting it aside.
“Did you enjoy yourself earlier today?” he asks, his voice dropping to a husky timbre. I shiver at that dark look in his eyes.
The double meaning is clear. He reaches out, his large hand cupping my breast through the thin fabric of my nightgown. His light touch sends a jolt of pleasure through me.
“Did you let Elias and Rowan knot you today?” he asks, his thumb finding my nipple and circling it slowly.
“Yes,” I admit in a whisper as my breath hitches.
His hand squeezes my breast a little tighter, making me gasp. “And are those their marks on your neck?”
I swallow hard, suddenly nervous. “Yes.”
Drake approaches from behind Kieran, slinking in like a panther. He kneels in front of me, pushing up the hem of my nightgown to reveal my white cotton panties. I hadn’t bothered with anything fancy for bed, but now I wish I had.
“Her panties are soaked through,” Drake growls as his fingers trace the wet patches that have formed both at the front and back of my panties. “She’s leaking slick from her ass and pussy. Not as innocent as we thought, is she?”
My face burns with embarrassment and arousal. I feel exposed, caught, yet the way they’re looking at me makes me feel powerful too. Wanted. Needed.
“Stand up,” Kieran commands, stepping back to give me space.
I obey, my legs trembling slightly as I rise. He guides me to his large desk next to the chair, positioning me so I’m facing away from him.
“Bend over,” he says, his hand pressing firmly between my shoulder blades. “Hands on the desk.”
I comply, my nightgown riding up as I bend at the waist. Kieran immediately lifts it higher, bunching the fabric around my waist to fully expose my ass and the wet panties clinging to my flesh.
“Look at this,” he says to Drake, his finger tracing the outline of my pussy through the damp cotton. “Her holes have been freshly knotted. Just hours ago.”
I turn crimson, imagining how I must look to them—the cotton fabric probably transparent from my slick, my holes still slightly swollen from earlier use. The thought makes me even wetter, a fresh gush of slick dampening my already soaked panties.
Drake slowly pulls the underwear down my thighs. The cool air hits my exposed holes, making me shiver. He holds up the panties, turning them so I can see the thoroughly soaked crotch.
“Why is it so wet, omega?” Drake asks, his voice a low growl. “Are you full of cum from earlier? Did they fill you up?”
I’m breathing hard now, my pussy and ass cheeks clenching in their faces, guilty as sin.
“Yes,” I admit. “Rowan and Elias filled me with their cum.”
Kieran’s fingers immediately spread my ass cheeks apart. My pussy and ass are totally exposed to his gaze as he stares for a minute while slick pours down my thighs.
His finger traces my pussy folds, which are still slightly puffy from Elias’s knot. And a second finger rims my sore asshole.
“Would you like more?” he asks, pushing a finger into my pussy without warning. The sudden intrusion makes me cry out, my inner walls clamping down around his digit. “Would you like us to fill you again?”
“Yes,” I pant, pushing back against his hand. “I’d like that very much.”
He adds a second finger, stretching me wider.
“Ass or pussy?” he asks, his voice commanding.
“What?” I gasp, confused by the question.
Instead of clarifying, Kieran withdraws his fingers from my pussy. I whimper at the loss, but then feel both digits pressing against my asshole. He slides them in with surprising ease, my body still producing enough slick to ease the way despite the tightness.
“Ass or pussy, Francine?” Kieran repeats, his fingers exploring my depths. “Which hole do you want me in? Drake will take the other.”
The image of being filled by both of them flashes through my mind, making me moan. Kieran was so large, so thick, and the memory of him taking my ass during my heat is still vivid.
“Pussy,” I whisper, knowing how brutal Kieran was with my ass.
Kieran withdraws his fingers from my wet asshole, only to drive them back in with more force.
“I think I’ll take your ass instead,” he chuckles darkly. “Your ass is mine, Francine. I want your ass.”
I yelp at the sudden fullness, the sound transforming into a moan as his fingers wiggle deeper inside me. “Kieran… I’m scared. I could barely handle it last time.”
“You’ll handle it,” he says, his free hand coming around to cup my slightly rounded belly. “You’re made to take me. Every inch.”
His fingers continue to thrust into my asshole, stretching and preparing me while Drake is unbuckling his belt.
The tent in his pants is impressive, his erection straining against the fabric.
“And I’ll take this pretty pussy,” Drake says, freeing his cock. It springs forth, thick and ready, the tip already glistening with precum. “Fill you up while Kieran claims your ass.”
Kieran’s fingers withdraw from my ass, and I hear the sound of his zipper. The blunt head of his cock presses against my gaping anus. His dick is way larger than his fingers, so I grip the edge of the desk, bracing myself.