Chapter 47 Summer
SUMMER
Mercer was surprisingly calm about the fact that I had just gone and gotten orgasms on my own.
“Are we still on for the town meeting tonight?” He plucked a blade of grass out of my hair. Whoops, guess Lucien missed one.
“Uh, yeah.”
“Great. I’ve been hearing all around town that the So Long Summer Daze Carnival is only a week away but Stanley’s been weirdly tight-lipped about it. Shouldn’t we have been assigned our booths by now?”
Mercer’s indignation over not being in the loop over the end-of-summer celebrations was like the sighting of a rare bird.
So precious. Once in a lifetime. I wanted to document it from every angle, but I didn’t want to spook him.
“Yeah, that is kind of weird. Stanley hasn’t materialized in front of me with a clipboard once. We better not miss it.”
The town meeting was a bust. Stanley spent the majority of the time on a passionate presentation to drum up support to restore the community center’s facade to its historically accurate color, waving paint swatches at us that looked exactly the same.
“Pass them around,” he urged. “Get a good look from every angle. Notice how the newer one reacts to the light!”
Jae shut one eye and held them up to his face. “When I do this, one is darker.”
I laughed and took the swatches from him. Felix remained neutral and made no move to choose one, his paws resolutely tucked underneath him.
When we finally reached the carnival discussion portion of the meeting, Stanley read out the list of sponsor partnerships, responded to exactly three questions about the carnival with a sage “All will be revealed,” then dismissed us with his gavel.
“Well, that was a productive use of time,” Lucien said good-naturedly.
“At least now you know the patisserie is the cornhole tournament’s sponsor!” I told Mercer brightly. “A nice hefty sack in my hand and all these holes waiting to be filled, that’s exactly what I associate with your—” I squeaked and ran ahead as Mercer chased after me with a growl.
After a quick dinner at Rosie’s Diner, we headed home. I was looking forward to winding down on the couch with my Switch and spending some much-needed time on my island. I was hard at work digging up fossils, and I barely noticed when Mercer entered.
He lifted me easily, and my Switch tumbled out of my hands. “Hey!” My protests died as he bent me over the armrest.
Mercer flipped up my skirt to my waist and yanked down my panties. The stretched elastic bit into my thighs as he only cared enough to expose my pussy.
“Quiet and be a good little fuckhole.”
His incendiary words razed a gunpowder trail of explosive heat from my brain straight to my cunt. Adrenaline shot through my veins at the release of control, fueled by the illicitness of only being undressed enough to be fucked.
He spat. Wetness hit my pussy. Rough fingers spread it around my entrance, mixing with my own arousal. I buried my head into the cushion to muffle my moan.
Mercer’s hand came down sharply on my ass and I cried out, feeling his cock begin to push in.
Another spank, another few inches. There was no patience or gentleness.
Just the inevitable press of him inside me until I felt him grunt and bottom out, the weight of his hips trapping me against the couch.
“If you could pass me the Switch that would be great,” I said, my voice thin and strained. “I was in the middle of my daily tasks.”
Whack . “Such a goddamn brat,” he growled. “You think you’re going to be able to talk by the time we’re done with you?”
Mercer held me down and fucked me hard. Used me. Spanked my ass red, just for the clench of my pussy around him every time he did so. My mind blissed out, falling into the trust I had in him. I barely heard my own gasps and cries bouncing off the ceilings.
His thrusts grew quicker. Erratic. Fingertips bruising, pelvis flush against my ass, his cockhead grinding against my inner walls until my vision whited out. I whimpered at the spill of heat inside me, his forehead coming to rest between my shoulder blades.
Mercer didn’t say a word as he pulled out of me in a slow, heavy drag. He left me there. Ass up. Leaking cum. I tried to catch my breath.
A new hand splayed across the small of my back, along with the scent of salt and sky. The sound of a descending zipper ripped through the tense quiet, and Jae’s pierced cock plunged into me, pushing Mercer’s cum back inside.
“You’re doing so good, angel.”
I hid my smile in the crook of my arm. It was kind of cute that even though he was supposed to be aloof and detached, he couldn’t resist praising me.
A gasp tore through me as he took a fistful of my hair and yanked me back. My spine curled, warmth igniting down my body like a lit fuse.
“Do you like feeling your alpha inside you?” he asked, his dark eyes locked with mine as he sawed in and out of me.
“I love it,” I said, my voice tight. “I want you to fuck me.”
“So demanding.” Jae’s hand slid up between my breasts, lightly collaring my throat.
I was so close already after Mercer, and it only took two more deep thrusts before I was coming hard.
Everything trembled as Jae held me up and fucked me through it.
As the aftershocks rippled through me, he released my throat and lightly skimmed my sensitive clit, playing with the mess he found there.
I whined, trying to move away from the overstimulation, but he refused to relent.
“Soaking wet and still so tight for me,” he purred. The smack of his hips against me reverberated throughout the room as he sped up. “You want me to fill you up, too?”
“Please,” I begged. Breathy and drawn out.
Jae kept me bent back and helpless, fucking me until he finally released a rough, guttural grunt as his knot ground against my entrance. I swore I could feel his pulse in his cock as he came in several hot spurts inside me.
His hold on me gently loosened. Strands of hair slipping from his fingers, his arm around my waist to guide me back down. Slick and cum slid down my thighs, hitting the hardwood floor. “Stay right there for me, that’s a good girl,” he murmured, stroking the sweat-plastered hair off my forehead.
Jae started to leave but doubled back, returning to nuzzle and scent-mark my cheek and tell me he loved me, like really loved me. I felt so damn good, and now he was actually leaving. I chuckled softly as his footsteps faded away.
I sensed Lucien’s approach before he touched me. Those measured steps. That slow, resonant exhale as he took in the state of me. He gently massaged my pink ass, finally pulling down my panties the rest of the way. Lips found where the elastic had bitten red into my thighs.
I found myself wanting to present for him, my omega instincts pushing my ass higher. “Come in me,” I begged. “I want yours, too.”
He rose, his presence looming over my back. “Do you? Think you can take your whole pack?”
“You know I can.”
Lucien lined himself up and sank into me. So maddeningly slow I was able to contemplate how I could instantly differentiate him from Mercer and Jae. Goodness, I was quite the strumpet. Three dicks to myself, and I could identify each of them using just my vagina.
Once he was knot-deep he withdrew all the way out. He did this a few times. Out. In. Making me feel every inch of him before slipping out completely. I whimpered at the emptiness, my pussy clenching around nothing.
“Open.”
Lucien stood over me, holding the base of his cock.
I darted forward, taking him greedily into my mouth and tasting Mercer, Jae, and my own slick all over him.
A low grunt slipped out as I licked him clean.
I couldn’t help bobbing my head, drawing him deeper, the musk of his precum hitting the back of my tongue.
“Enough,” he said sternly, wrenching himself out of my mouth. I hid a grin, knowing how easily I could’ve made him fall apart.
Lucien fucked me the longest, the curve of his cock hitting me just right and making an unholy burst of heat radiate deep in my core.
“You have no fucking idea what you’ve unleashed.
Anytime, anywhere, any way we wanted you, that’s what you told Mercer, right?
” His teeth lashed out and held me by the side of my throat.
Fuck . The perfect amount of pain and possessiveness.
Just a little more pressure and it would have been a bond.
A strangled whine left my lips, and Lucien released me with a rough snarl.
“Such a perfect omega, with a wicked mouth and a pretty cunt. We’ll never be done with you, do you understand? You are ours .”
It wasn’t long before he was adding his release to my overflowing pussy before leaving me there.
Even though there were no bond marks on my flesh, it had felt like a claiming three times over. The throb between my legs was going to linger for days, leaving it undeniable who I belonged to.
I remained in a collapsed heap. Brain floating approximately three feet above my head. My fingertips ran over the suede-like weave of the couch, thinking about how I would never be able to hand it down to anyone knowing what it had just been an accomplice to.
“Think she can come again?”
Huh?
The three of them loomed over me like dark gods with glittering, hungry eyes. Still unsated, still restless. My wand vibrator hung loosely from Lucien’s hand.
“You can’t be serious,” I rasped.
His answering grin was pure sin.
They descended on me, ravenous. My dress on the floor, hands all over my bare skin. “Haven’t you learned yet? When it comes to you, we’re never going to have enough.” Mercer smirked, Satan incarnate.
“Don’t worry,” Jae assured me, the angel on my shoulder. “It’s going to feel really good.”
I arched in a silent scream as Lucien held the wand to my clit.
Too much . The steady buzz sent shockwaves through all my already sensitive nerve endings, and their touch overwhelmed me completely.
Caressing my breasts, lightly tugging my nipples, kisses left on my gasping mouth.
I was ascending to another dimension, caught between torture and bliss until I didn’t know my own name anymore.
They eventually carried me to my nest. I was passed between them, draped over laps, legs kept open. I stroked them, tasted them. Intimate kisses and quiet praise. We were decadent with our time, drifting in and out of sleep before reaching for each other again in the darkness.
It felt nothing like my heat. Instead of trying to surface and wanting it to end, I was present. Loved. Their scents become my scents, a heart within a home.