Chapter Eighteen
B lake slammed into me, deep and relentless, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left no room to breathe. Each thrust struck my G-spot, a sweet, aching spot that made my vision blur and had me seeing stars.
I clawed at his back, nails dragging over sweat-slicked muscle as my cry broke free, raw and unfiltered. The climax hit like a freight train. Violent and blinding. Slick gushed down my thighs as my body clenched around him, desperate and pulsing.
Hands. Too many to track. Gripped my hips, my breasts, my throat. They touched me like they couldn’t get enough, like I was a feast and they were starving. My head fell back, lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure tore through me in waves that didn’t stop, didn’t let me fall.
Air caught in my throat, my lungs forgetting how to function as Blake drove into me again and again, splitting me open with every stroke. I trembled, barely aware of whose hands were holding me up or which mouth whispered against my skin.
A final thrust, a cry, and everything shattered again, the world suspended in the freefall of release. His hot, sticky cum filled me up, dripping down my thighs while his knot held me in place, securing me, making me his.
My name fell from Blake's lips, low and resonant, a call that pulled me from the haze of heat and longing. "Is this what you want?" he panted, his knot stretching me, controlling me.
“Mmm,” I cried. “More!”
Zach knelt on the bed next to my head, hovering beside my mouth, his cock twitching just out of reach, his grin a flash of warmth and mischief as he met my gaze. "Think you can handle us?" he teased, his voice a mix of humor and heat.
My heart pounded, echoing in my ears, and I could only nod again, my mouth opening, needing, yearning.
Zach leaned in closer, pre-cum dripping in anticipation. "Can you handle... all of us?" he asked, his hand wrapping tight around my neck, his hold unbreakable. I groaned, reaching up to pull him into my mouth, to hold him inside me, filling me, fucking me.
I shivered at the thought of it, a new kind of thrill coursing through me. I let my eyes fall shut, surrendering to the chaos and the certainty, the unending push and pull. He pulled out. "Yes," I said, licking my lips.
“That’s my good girl,” he said, holding my neck tighter and slamming his cock into my throat.
The taste of him flooded my senses. My jaw ached from the stretch, his sheer size forcing a whimper from deep in my throat as I fought the urge to gag. My tongue circled the swollen head, teasing along the sensitive ridge, tasting the salt and heat of him.
His breath hitched, a low, feral sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers threaded into my hair, tight and possessive. “That's it, princess,” he rasped, his voice rough with restraint. “Just like that. Open up. Let me in.”
I moaned around him; the sound swallowed by his length as I took him deeper, letting my lips stretch wide, and my throat tensed with the effort. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. I wanted the burn. Needed it. Needed him .
He groaned, and I parted my lips further, his hips twitching forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. I choked, coughed, but refused to pull away. Instead, I pressed in, saliva spilling from the corners of my mouth as I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around him.
“Fuck,” he growled, the word barely recognizable, more animal, primal. His grip tightened, his knuckles white as he fisted my hair and rolled his hips into a slow, punishing rhythm. “Look at you... taking my cock like a fucking dream.”
My eyes fluttered open, locking with his. The hunger in them nearly undid me.
He fucked my mouth with measured force, each thrust sending heat curling between my thighs, slick pooling at the apex. I moaned, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips as he bucked harder, deeper.
“You want more?” he growled. “Then be a good girl... and suck my cock .”
I obeyed with a low, hungry sound, greedily working him in and out, letting the need take over. Zach’s growl turned savage, his hips snapping with a sense of urgency as he lost himself in the wet, obscene heat of my mouth. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as I braced for everything he had to give.
His fist tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, and he held me there, cock buried in my throat. I blinked up at him, dazed, dizzy with need, with lust, with the power he gave me in this surrender.
Then he started again, slower now, dragging it out, making me feel every inch as he pulled back and slid in deep. My moans vibrated against his shaft, drawing a rough curse from his lips.
“You want it, don’t you?” he hissed. “Want me to fuck your mouth until you forget your own name.”
I tried to nod, tried to moan my answer, but he was already moving again, his rhythm relentless and hungry. I let him use me, wanted to be used. Every thrust sent a jolt through my body, every groan from his lips lit another fire inside of me.
Zach chuckled. “It’s time we take all your holes.”
Blake moved away, and the sudden absence of his knot left me gasping around Zach’s length, a whimper vibrating in my throat as the emptiness bloomed too wide, too sudden. I didn’t have to wait long. Anders stepped in, his gaze dark and focused, the easy-going smile he usually wore nowhere in sight.
He didn’t speak. He didn’t need to. His presence alone made me shiver. In one smooth motion, Zach left my mouth, while Anders lay on his back and pulled me on top of him, thrusting me on top of his hot and hungry cock, his thrust punishing and perfect, stealing the air from my lungs and replacing it with fire. A strangled cry escaped my lips. Zach chuckled, then turned my head and thrust his cock deep into my mouth again, making me gag. I was overwhelmed and delirious, caught in the space between pain and pleasure.
Anders pulled me forward, and Zach sat back on his heels keeping his cock in my mouth, until my breasts were rubbing against him, nipples hard and eager at the motion. Then he wrapped his muscular hands around my throat, claiming me. His breath ghosted over my ear, heavy with restraint.
“Keep going,” he murmured, his voice a luscious command, while watching me as I continued to fuck Zach’s cock in my mouth. “Take him. Take all of us.”
A sudden wetness and then pressure bloomed over my buttocks, the hot, rigid head of Blake’s cock joining the relentless stretch of Anders buried deep inside me. My breath hitched; a raw sound torn from my throat as the dire need to please them consumed me. My world narrowed to right now. To the taste, touch, and scent of these alphas who claimed me as theirs.
Blake's presence dominated, strong and sure as he held my hips, fingers digging in hard. The world narrowed to them. All three of them consuming me as Blake and Anders thrust deeper, harder, in synchronized movements, their cocks only separated by a layer of tissue.
Anders still had my throat held just above him. My face turned to the side, being fucked for everything I had. Zach's eyes were wide, his face tense, an inescapable rut threatening to take over. Anders suckled my neck. He grazed the skin, biting softly, but never breaking it. I needed him there, his mark owning me, showing everyone I was taken. But I knew, even in this moment, where he had changed so much, he would still never take me without my say-so.
The world narrowed to the feel of Blake against my back, the press of his body insistent and grounding. "Mine," he growled, the possessiveness in his voice lighting a spark that sent a shock through me.
He thrust his hips, slapping against my ass as he fucked me with long, deep strokes. I moaned with every thrust, my body quivering with intensity as he claimed me.
At the same time, Anders kept pace, thrusting harder and harder into me as I drove my hips onto his lap. I reached for him, and he caught my hand, bringing it to his mouth and sucking them. I was undone, unraveled and put back together, a thousand times whole and then shattered again, every part of me claimed and reclaimed, taken and known.
My omega scent spiked, and I could feel them catch it, feel the way it made them shudder and shake. It drove them into madness, hands gripping tighter, hips thrashing harder. They craved me now as much as I craved them. Their instincts set wild and free as they filled the air with a promise that couldn't be denied.
Anders's hand closed around my breast, squeezing it, Blake's fingers tangled in my hair, Zach's breath panting, his eyes crazed and needy.
It was raw. It was real, and when it broke over us, I was no longer lost but found.
AFTERWARD, WE LAY TANGLED together, a knot of limbs and breathless sighs as the intensity of the moment gave way to a softer closeness. The air was thick with satisfaction and unspoken promises, our bodies cooling and settling as we caught our breath. My head rested on Blake's chest, the steady rhythm of his heart a comforting lullaby. Anders' fingers stroked through my hair, and Zach traced slow, lazy patterns on my back. They never rushed me, never pushed.. "I never thought I could feel this safe," I admitted, my voice a soft intrusion in the warm quiet.
Blake kissed my forehead, promising. "We'll never push you sweetheart."
They spoke of what drew them to me, of what we could become together. We were closer than I'd ever imagined, closer than I'd ever let myself dream, and the last thought in my mind as I drifted to sleep was how it felt like home.