Chapter 16 #2
“Fuck, that’s it,” Elliot groans. “So wet. You’re making such a mess, Kimmie.”
Leo’s hand slides down my belly to the spot right above where Elliot and I are connected. He spreads my slick around, rubbing lazy circles over my clit while Elliot thrusts again, harder now. Faster. “She’s dripping. You hear that?”
I do. The obscene, wet sounds of Elliot’s cock plunging in and out of me are impossible to miss—slippery, lewd, and driving me mad.
Tanner moves closer, lying crosswise above us at the head of the bed. His head is propped on one elbow. His jeans are still on, but I see the thick ridge of his cock straining beneath the fabric as he strokes himself lazily, eyes glued to where Elliot’s body is rocking into mine.
“You look like a fucking goddess,” he says, voice rough with restraint. “You were made for this, weren’t you, sweetheart? Made for us.”
I moan, helpless under the weight of their attention. My body’s tight with pressure, every thrust rocking me closer to another orgasm, but something inside me is still hungry—still frantic for more. I need to be filled. Claimed. Completely.
I turn my head, panting, and look over my shoulder at Leo. “I want you too,” I whisper, voice hoarse. “Please… take me there.”
Leo stiffens. “Kimmie…”
I guide his hand away from my clit, back between the cheeks of my ass. “Please. I need all of you.”
Elliot stills, his cock buried to the root. His fingers cup my face, tilting my gaze to his. “You sure?” His voice is tight with restraint, but his eyes are full of heat. “This is your first time, Kimmie. You don’t have to—”
“I need it,” I insist. “I need to feel both of you. I want it.”
Leo groans behind me, low and broken, as if the words unlock something in him. He shifts back, pulling his hips away so he can rub his slick-coated fingers against my tight little pucker.
The first touch makes me jerk. It’s strange. Sensitive. Then his finger slides in, slow and deliberate, and I freeze, shocked at the unfamiliar stretch.
Elliot murmurs soothing nonsense against my temple as he holds his cock still inside my pussy and lets Leo acclimate me to the sensation. “Breathe. Just breathe. Let him in, baby.”
Leo works his finger gently, then adds a second, stretching me open while I gasp and writhe between them. The burn fades to something electric. My pussy clenches hard around Elliot, slicking him again as the pressure builds.
“Leo,” I whisper, voice breaking. “Now.”
Leo shifts forward again, lining up the head of his cock with the tight, slickened ring of muscle. He pushes slowly, inch by careful inch. My eyes go wide at the unbearable fullness.
I can feel everything—Elliot inside my pussy and Leo stretching me open from behind. It feels like I’m being split apart, wrecked, filled in places I didn’t know could feel this good. I cry out, my voice sharp and raw.
“Too much?” Elliot asks, still cupping my cheek.
“No,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
Leo grunts behind me, his cock finally seated fully inside. “She’s so fucking tight back here. I can feel your cock through her, Elliot.”
I’m shaking, but my body is screaming for more.
And then they start to move.
Every thrust sends dual shocks of pleasure ricocheting through me, each movement perfectly timed—Elliot’s cock dragging along my front wall, Leo’s fucking into me from behind, his hand bruising on my hip as he grinds deeper.
I’m nothing but sensation—raw and writhing and so close to the edge that I feel like I might fall apart.
“Oh my God,” I cry out, eyes rolling back. “Oh fuck, I’m—”
I explode, a blinding orgasm tearing through me with the force of a tidal wave. My body convulses, slick gushing, muscles clamping down on both cocks. I sob through it, held tight between them, completely, absolutely theirs.
Elliot groans and slams deep, burying himself inside me as he comes, his cock pulsing, thick jets of heat flooding my pussy.
Leo isn’t far behind. “Fuck, fuck, fuck—” he growls, slamming his hips tight against me, knot banging against my ass cheeks as he grinds into the deepest part of me. His cum fills me, and I feel it leaking from both holes, hot and filthy.
But even through the haze of release, I’m not done.
Because Tanner is still watching. Still partially clothed. Still rock-hard.
And I want him too.
Tanner is still at the head of the bed, jeans tented, jaw clenched, as he watches me wrung out and gasping between his packmates.
His eyes look wild, like he’s barely holding it together.
Leo pulls his cock out of me first. Then Elliot. I’m overflowing with come, and I still want more.
Still need more.
I reach for him with a trembling hand. “Tanner…”
He exhales sharply, like he’s been punched. “Kimmie, you don’t have to—”
“I want you.” My voice is hoarse, my thighs sticky and trembling, but the need won’t stop clawing at me.
I’m exhausted, every muscle quaking from orgasm after orgasm, but it doesn’t matter.
My body is screaming for completion—for him.
For all of them. I can’t stop until I’ve been filled by every one of my alphas. “Please. I need to have you, too.”
He mutters a curse under his breath, then moves. The jeans are gone in a single smooth motion. His boxers follow. And when he straightens—
Holy. Fucking. Hell.
Tanner’s cock is massive.
Thick, long, the wide head already flushed dark and leaking. His knot isn’t even fully engorged yet, and it still looks like it might split me in half.
I sit up shakily on my elbows, eyes wide, throat dry. “Jesus.”
He chuckles—low and rough, self-conscious. “Yeah, that’s… that’s why I hesitated.”
“You’re beautiful,” I whisper. “I want you.”
His face softens, but his voice stays tight. “You’re sure, sweetheart? You’re still shaking. I don’t want to hurt you. We can wait until you--”
“Tanner, I need to be fucked. By you.” The words come out rough and trembling, torn from somewhere deep in my chest. I’ve never said anything like that to anyone before. I’ve never done anything like this before—been so open, so raw, so used and aching for more.
And then I realize how I must look to him.
I’m wrecked. Sweaty. Slick and come still dripping from between my thighs.
My body bears every mark of what they’ve already done to me.
I’ve never had sex like this, never been seen like this by anyone.
A mortifying thought hits me. Maybe I’m too much of a disaster for him to even want.
I look up at him, shame bleeding into the hunger. “Do you… even want me like this?”
He looks like I’ve shattered something in him. “Want you?” he growls, dropping to his knees onto the mattress. “Kimmie, you don’t even see yourself, do you? You’re the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen. I want you so bad I can barely breathe. Sweetheart, I want you so bad I’m shaking.”
Leo and Elliot move to the far side of the bed, and I roll onto my back. My legs fall open in clear invitation. The sheets are already soaked with slick and sweat and come, but I don’t care.
He doesn’t either. He kneels between my legs and spreads me wide, big hands cradling my hips, holding me steady.
“Just look at you,” he groans, dragging the blunt head of his cock through the mess between my legs. “Already stretched open and dripping. Used and ready for more.”
I moan, lifting my hips, aching to feel him inside.
Tanner braces one thick forearm beside my head and strokes my cheek with the other hand. “You tell me if it’s too much.”
Then he starts to push in.
My breath catches.
He’s so fucking thick. The stretch is intense, a slow, burning ache that makes me clutch at his arms, gasping as my body struggles to take him.
“Easy,” he whispers. “Almost there.”
I feel every inch, every impossible inch, as he sinks deeper.
My muscles spasm around him, helpless to adjust, but I don’t want him to stop.
I want to be full, stuffed, ruined. My body trembles, sweat slicking every inch of skin, and I can barely think around the feeling of his cock pressing deeper and deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, voice cracking. “And so wet. Can feel your slick all the way down my thighs.”
He bottoms out with a deep, guttural sound, his hips grinding against mine.
He starts to move.
It’s too much. Too big. Too good.
I’m pinned, completely at his mercy as he sets a brutal rhythm, hips slamming into mine with deep, hungry thrusts. Each stroke punches a moan from my throat. My fingers dig into his shoulders, dragging red lines down his sweat-slick skin. The pressure coils tight and fast—again.
“I can’t—” I gasp, even as my body clutches around him, chasing it. “Tanner—”
“I’ve got you,” he growls, fucking me like he can’t stop, like pulling out would kill him. “You’re so tight. You feel so good. I’m gonna—”
We fall apart together.
My orgasm crashes through me with terrifying force, white-hot and mindless. I scream his name, back arching, thighs shaking as I come all over his cock. He surges deeper with a broken snarl, slamming in hard and holding there as his body jerks, spilling inside me in thick, molten pulses.
His breath is wild at my ear. “Fuck. Fuck, baby—can’t stop—still need—”
Then he lifts his head and looks down at me, his eyes wild but searching. His cock throbs deep inside me, the base swollen and hot.
“I need to knot you, Kimmie,” he rasps. “Can you take it, sweetheart?”
My eyes flutter open. I feel the aftershocks still rippling through me, the heat still clawing for more. I want everything. All of him.
“I don’t know,” I whisper, trembling. “It’s so big. I’ve never—”
“You can,” Leo murmurs from beside us, his hand smoothing my hair. “We’ve got you. Let him finish it.”
Elliot leans in from the other side and kisses my ear, my flushed cheek. “You’re perfect like this. Let him claim you, Kimmie. You’ll take it all.”
I nod, voice breaking. “Yes. Please. Give it to me.”
Tanner groans like he’s losing control. “Fuck, baby, you’re going to drain me.” He braces himself, grinding forward again as the thick swell of his knot nudges at my entrance on every stroke.
I can’t think.
I can’t breathe.
I want it. I want him to lock inside me. To fill me. Claim me.
He’s snarling now, pace frantic, teeth bared, sweat dripping from his brow as his knot begins forcing its way into my stretched, swollen pussy.
“Tanner,” I gasp. “Please, I’m close. I’m—”
And then I’m coming again, body convulsing around him, tears spilling from my eyes from the force of it. The world goes white as I scream his name, muscles fluttering wildly, pulsing around his knot.
Tanner slams in deep, grinding hard, knot popping inside with a final, punishing thrust.
He roars, and I feel it—thick, hot spurts of cum pumping into me, filling me so full I can feel it everywhere.
The pressure is intense, a molten rush that seeps around the seal of his knot and drips down my thighs.
I shudder, overwhelmed, barely able to breathe through the pulsing waves of sensation.
And then I feel his breath at my neck.
Hot. Wet. Dangerous.
His teeth graze the delicate place where neck meets shoulder—and I freeze.
He’s going to bite.
Oh God, he’s going to fucking bite.
But before he can clamp down, there’s a sharp growl and a blur of motion in my peripheral vision.
Leo’s hand shoots out and grabs a fistful of Tanner’s hair, jerking his head back. “No biting! She didn’t agree to that!”
Tanner snarls like an animal, neck corded, jaw snapping. For a split second, he’s not human—he’s pure alpha instinct, feral and wild and knotted inside me while his whole body shakes with restraint.
Then his eyes clear.
His breath stutters.
“Oh fuck,” he mutters, horrified. “Kimmie. I didn’t—I almost—”
“It’s okay.” I whisper, dazed and boneless, still twitching around his knot. I’m too tired to explain that I took a bite guard this morning—that it would’ve blocked the bond.
Leo lets go of Tanner’s hair slowly, watching carefully, still growling low in his throat. Tanner shudders and presses a kiss to my cheek, my temple, my shoulder—everywhere but the bite mark he almost left.
“I’m so sorry,” he says again, voice wrecked.
I just smile, too high on pleasure and omega haze to speak. “I love you,” I murmur, not even sure which one of them I’m saying it to. My voice is slurred, sleepy. “All of you.”
Leo leans in, brushing a kiss to my hair. “We love you too,” he says softly.
“Yeah, baby,” Tanner echoes, voice thick. “So fucking much.”
Elliot’s hand squeezes mine, warm and steady. “You’re ours, Kimmie.”
Leo and Elliot shift in closer, hands stroking over my arms, my hips, my hair. Their voices are low and soothing, grounding me while Tanner holds completely still, just breathing with me.
Eventually, the thick swell of his knot begins to soften, and with a slow, careful roll of his hips, Tanner finally slips free and moves to one side of me. I whimper at the loss, empty and aching and still trembling.
Tanner turns toward me, nuzzling my neck as Elliot gets up and disappears for a moment.
He returns with a warm, wet cloth and settles gently between my legs.
His touch is tender as he wipes away the slick and come still dripping from me.
There’s nothing rushed in the way he handles me—just quiet focus and steady hands, so as not to sting my battered flesh.
Once I’m clean, they smooth one blanket over the huge wet spot and tuck me in with another—my little nest. Leo pulls me into his chest. Tanner curls behind me. Elliot presses a kiss against my temple as I drift off to sleep.
Surrounded. Held. Loved.