22. Piper #2
“Piper,” Montana sighed against my neck before he let his head drop, his teeth sinking into the space between my neck and left shoulder.
I yelped as his knot stretched its way inside my pussy, my mind reeling from the pleasure. My teeth found the left side of Montana’s neck as he poured his cum inside me, struggling to stay on his feet.
“ Fuck ,” Dakota moaned as his knot pushed past the tight ring of my asshole, his hot release only adding to the feeling of delicious fullness resonating through my body.
He struggled against the intensity of his orgasm, his jaw trembling with a jittery lack of control before he regained his senses enough to bite down on my opposite shoulder—a mirror of his twin’s mark.
Releasing Montana, I turned my face toward Dakota’s neck, pulling him over me so that I could reach him, and sank my teeth into his soft, tanned skin.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I giggled at what this would look like later—that both twins would have a bite on the left side of their necks, while I retained a lovely symmetry.
Legs shaking and in need of a place to land, the twins and I began to list dangerously to one side. Zeke jumped up from the couch and helped us stumble back over to it.
“You did so well, duchess,” Clay complimented me, still choking up high on his cock while he eyed me greedily. “Just a little more stretching before I put that knot in you and give you my bite.”
Zeke readied himself, waiting as patiently as he could until the twins’ knots had gone down enough for me to separate from them. Once I was finally free, I crawled onto the couch, slick and traces of cum flowing from between my legs.
Zeke lifted me up and playfully tossed me into the pillows at the corner of the couch. “How deep do you want it, Pipes?” he asked, running his hands over the tops of my knees, up my thighs to my hips, gripping them as he pulled me closer.
I shot a glance at Clayton, my soon-to-be pack lead, waiting for instruction, like he’d provided earlier.
“You take only what you can handle, duchess. Tell him what you want. Just remember, you still have all my hardware to take after this.” He grinned with pride, his piercings glittering menacingly above his massive knot.
Insatiable, the sight only made me increasingly greedy for Zeke’s monster. “I want it deep , I want all of you,” I gasped breathlessly, reaching up to stroke Zeke’s beautiful face.
He grinned, grabbing my legs and folding them back until my toes touched the arm of the sofa. Zeke’s emerald eyes burned into mine as he bore down on me with the full force of his massive cock in the mating press position.
“Yes, yes, oh my god—fuck me, yes!” I screamed as his cock slammed home against my cervix again and again, his knot still refusing entrance to my tight heat.
“Such a good little omega, duchess, taking Zeke’s big fat cock so well,” Clayton growled, standing just above us at the edge of the sofa, looking down at my pussy as it got mercilessly pounded.
Just as I thought I couldn’t take any more pleasure, Clayton pushed his middle finger between his lips, wetting it with his saliva. I realized what he intended to do just a second before he brought it to my throbbing clit, circling slow and strong, while Zeke pounded me up to the knot.
My eyes rolled back into my head—an unholy sound escaping me as Zeke’s knot slammed home—muscles clenching around him rapidly as I came.
I had to reach backward, clinging to the arm of the sofa for dear life as Zeke sank his teeth into the tender flesh of my left breast—just over my heart—my legs shaking wildly as he emptied himself into me.
Exhausted and twisted like a damn pretzel, I relaxed my body as Montana and Dakota helped me, and then a totally fried Zeke flopped over. Zeke was on his back, with me still stuck on his knot, and I lay against his chest until I could catch my breath.
A low chuckle escaped Clayton’s lips as he stood, presiding over the rest of his pack, huffing and puffing on the leather sectional. “Well, duchess, you may not know how to ride a horse, but I think it’s safe to say you certainly know how to ride a cowboy.”
Zeke suckled lazily at the bite on my breast as his knot went down, my hips feeling a little sore when I could finally dismount his massive cock.
“Come on over here.” Clayton reached for me, pulling me against him so that his studded hard-on pressed against my belly, my breasts soft against the hard planes of his chest. Our lips met, and our tongues twined.
The last time Clay and I had fucked, it was in the heat of the moment of a particularly charged exchange. This time was different—the take-control daddy dom of it all exhilarated me. His anticipation had clearly built as he watched and guided me through getting knotted and bit by the others.
“Get on the couch. On those hands and knees, duchess, and spread ’em wide so I can see that pretty, pink pussy.”
He didn’t need to ask twice. I was on the couch, my arms dangling over the back of the sofa, my knees on the seat cushion —spread wide—my back arched to give Clayton the best possible access to my slick cunt.
“That’s it, just like that.” As he took hold of my hips, his cock head was hard at my pussy lips, and he pressed himself inside.
I moaned as Clay sank deeper inside me, his Jacob’s ladder sending little ripples of pleasure along my clenching walls as each shiny barbell stroked me from the inside.
“Beautiful, the way you take my cock,” Clayton praised, gathering my hair into his fist and picking up his pace. My ass bounced as he used my long, auburn hair like reins.
“Hey,” Zeke whined from his place on the couch as the wet slapping sounds of Clayton’s slick-soaked balls beat against me. “I didn’t get my bite!”
“Don’t worry, Z, she’ll get to you. After I’ve put my knot in her,” Clayton dismissed him, driving me nearly to the edge with his relentless pounding, his large knot threatening to push in on every thrust.
“Please, Clay,” I wailed, my hair in his hands as he rode me hard.
“Please, what , duchess?” he hissed, his breath ragged and thready now. I could tell he was close.
“Please, I need you.” My voice bounced as he pistoned into me.
“I wanna hear you say it ,” Clayton growled as slick flowed down the insides of my thighs. “I want you to tell me you want my knot, you want my bite—this isn’t playtime in the kitchen.”
“I want your knot to fill me up,” I begged. “I want your teeth in my fucking neck while you come in my pussy.”
That was what Clay needed— he flipped me over so that we were face to face, our bodies crashing together as his hips jutted forward as he slammed his knot home, my pussy muscles threatening to crush his knot.
It was full and pulsing inside me, his cum warming me, even as I barely stretched to fit him in.
Clay sank his teeth into my throat just below the pulse point on my right side. Once he released me from his jaws, my teeth found his left forearm just before the hinge of his elbow, marking him as mine.
I was so exhausted; it was a struggle not to pass out right there, draped over the back of the couch with Clay still knotted inside me.
“W-wait a minute!” Zeke broke in, a look almost like panic on his usually carefree face as he jumped up. “We’re not done yet; you haven’t bitten me!”
I watched that set of perfect, sculpted glutes flex as he paced in front of me, nude.
Without warning, I grabbed his wrist on the next pass through, halting his travel long enough to allow me to lean forward and sink my teeth into the round curve of Zeke’s ass cheek, the flesh there several shades lighter.
“Yowza!” he barked in surprise as the bite took hold.
For a moment, I worried that I’d made a mistake. But no, Zeke just beamed, a smile splitting his golden face as he announced happily. “Piper bit me on the ass!”