Chapter 37 Winnie #2
“Please,” I whisper, and that is all it takes.
Rafe falls to his knees beside me. “You never have to beg for us, Dulzura. We beg for you.” He slides his hand around my thighs, pulling me forward while spreading my legs so that I’m straddling him.
His cock finds my entrance and slides in, filling my aching, sensitive core.
I can’t help the moan that slips between my lips and glance to Eli.
He seems unbothered. I remember the noise canceling on in his helmet.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. Just prowls behind us like a panther, quiet and calculating, while Rafe rocks into me.
Rafe whispers in Spanish, the words low and wicked against my ear.
I don’t know them all, but I don’t need to.
The tone alone has me clenching around Rafe’s cock. It makes my breath stutter.
I feel the air move as Eli gets on his knees behind me. His long, hot cock slides through the crease of my ass and then down to rub along the side of my folds, gliding around Rafe’s cock still pumping into me.
Rafe groans in his helmet, raw and guttural. He grabs Eli’s shoulder, bracing me between them. Eli drags his cock along the mess of me and Rafe, slicking himself against the slide of Rafe's length, then finally lines up with my ass.
The pressure is slow. Insistent. My head tips back onto Eli’s shoulder as I pant, overwhelmed. I turn and kiss the side of his helmet, then the sliver of skin at his neck, needing to feel anything, everything.
He pops in with a delicious sting. My breath comes in short, desperate rasps as his cock slides into my ass and against the underside of Rafe’s shaft.
Rafe's throat works against my face, he's clearly swallowing as many sounds as I am for Eli.
I wonder if he enjoys the heightened raw awareness as much as I am.
He thrusts again, and then Eli follows. They find a rhythm that drags soft whimpers from my throat I can't seem to swallow. One cock grinding into my pussy, the other spearing me from behind. They take turns filling me. I claw at Rafe’s shoulder with one hand and grip Eli’s helmet with the other as he presses it to my neck like he wants to bite through the plastic.
Eli's cock hits that spot inside, that electric, perfect place that makes me see stars. Again and again and again. He doesn’t miss.
“I—” I whisper, then cut myself off, remembering Eli’s. Even if he can't hear me it makes me feel so good to keep everything inside. It lights up my core.
His hand comes up to cover my mouth. His warm, callused hand against my lips is the last straw for me as I choke on the orgasm barreling through my body, squeezing on both cocks buried deep inside of me.
They fuck me through it. Deep, erratic thrusts. Rafe's breathing is hard. Then both of them spasm as they fill me, thick and hot, come pumping into me in heavy pulses.
They don’t lock in their knots. The others are watching, waiting. It would be rude. So their cum, overstuffed and still pulsing, spills down my thighs. I’m a mess.
Eli and Rafe ease out of me, careful but firm, letting me slump forward onto my hands. One palm in dirt, one on Corbin’s ruined coat. I don’t even try to clean myself. I want them to see what a mess they've made of me.
But I’m not done. Oh, they’re not anywhere near done with me.
Three alphas stand in various states of dishevel, Corbin fully dressed, fly open, cock in hand, staring at me like he might eat me alive.
Zeke has stripped of everything besides his helmet, his cock jutting toward me.
Gage leans against a tree, pulling in steady, long strokes that make my mouth water and my pussy clench.
Corbin moves first. He goes to his knees behind me and drags a hand over the round of my ass, then slides his finger through the mess of cum and slick around my thighs, through my folds, and up the slit of my ass.
“Oh, Sweetheart. Watching you take two packmates at once. You did so fucking well, baby girl. Do you want more, or do you need a break?”
“Please, Daddy. I want more.”
The words spill from me like a prayer. Begging doesn’t shame me—it ignites me. Makes me feel so small, so precious, so fucking hungry.
I glance over my shoulder through wisps of hair in my face.
He looks to Zeke, who nods once, confirming my need—my absolute desperation for them.
Maybe this has turned into a heat spike.
Maybe it hasn’t. I can’t tell, and I don’t care when I feel Corbin slip a finger past the tight ring of my asshole and I arch against him.
“God, you’re perfect like this. Ruined and dripping and still begging for more,” Corbin hums as a second finger joins the first. He pumps in a few times before taking them out.
I whine at the horrible, hollow feeling left behind, but it’s quickly replaced by his hand on the small of my back, arching me while his cock lines up and thrusts in.
It’s a hot, hard stretch, and I think that he’ll start thrusting, but he doesn’t.
Instead, he bands his arm around my middle and pulls me up and back.
He sits back on his heels, and I’m firmly in his lap, cock firmly wedged inside of me.
He uses the hand not holding me to take hold of my thigh and drag my legs open, presenting my soaked, dripping pussy like an offering.
It glistens in the moonlight, slicked and swollen, pulsing in the open air.
Zeke and Gage snap forward at the same time, struggling to be the first ones to me. The hot anger of dominance and challenge zips up the bond with Zeke.
I whine, high-pitched, and Corbin growls. “Do not bring that competitive bullshit to our mate.” He snaps, and they both pause, looking to me. Gage, as the next dominant, wins their silent battle, crawling up to me.
He slides his hands up my thighs and spreads them wider, worshipping the mess he sees. “Fuck, omega. You were made for this.” His cock slides over my clit again and again, teasing me until I sob from it.
“Easy,” Corbin warns, holding me tighter. “She’s already come so hard. Be kind, Gage.”
“I will,” he promises. Then he slides in. Slow. Deep. My body gives way for him, aching, stretching, clenching around both their cocks at once.
The two cocks rub against each other through me, and I love it. The moans roll freely from my lips. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Eli and Rafe. Rafe’s got Eli’s cock in his hand, stroking, the face of his helmet pressed against Eli’s.
Zeke is an arm’s length away from me, helmet cocked to the side.
The bond between us is full of hot desire.
I reach for him, and he steps forward, close enough for me to lean forward and suck the tip of his cock into my mouth like a lollipop, sucking and swirling my tongue around his weeping head.
The taste of his precum on my tongue is a drug, and I have to have more.
Gage fucks into me harder while watching me suck on his packmate’s cock.
Corbin never moves, just holds me open for Gage, one hand sliding up to squeeze and tease my tits.
“Beg again, Sweetheart,” Corbin whispers against my ear. “Let them all hear how much you need it.”
I try to speak, but Zeke takes the opportunity to shove further down my throat. Gage’s hand goes to the column of my throat to feel the stretch as Zeke fucks into it.
“Tight pussy, warm throat, greedy little ass. Our pretty omega wants it all,” Gage says in a low growl. Every word sends a jolt straight to my clit. I love their words, balanced in praise and filth. My cunt clenches. My eyes roll back. I moan around Zeke’s cock and suck harder.
“Mmm, you like that, princess? Like when we talk about how much we love to fuck you?” Gage asks. I nod around Zeke’s cock, and he groans, pumping faster as spit and precum run down my chin.
“You’re perfect. Look at you. Fucking heaven,” Zeke says from above me and I feel the sincerity in his words.
Corbin starts to move too. The feeling of all of them pumping into me, enjoying me together, sends me suddenly careening over the edge in the most unexpected way.
My body clenches around them, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel Zeke’s knot swell, so close, and he starts to pull away as I feel him cresting through the bond, but I pull him toward me and keep him there.
Corbin and Gage fuck me as wave after wave of thigh-shaking pleasure rolls through me until Gage’s hand at my throat squeezes just a little harder around Zeke’s cock, and I feel him pump three more quick times before stilling and roaring his orgasm into the trees, coming down my throat.
Corbin bands both arms tight around my middle as he thrusts into me one final time, not enough to pop his knot in but enough to feel it, hot against the ring of my asshole. “You wanted to be wrecked, Sweetheart? Look at you now. Every inch of you full, claimed, loved, ruined right.”
And god, I really am.