61. Willow
Chapter sixty-one
Willow
Joel chuckles and strokes Alessandro’s tanned cheek. “Easy, tiger. I was just gonna say, lie down so there’s room for the rest of us.”
“Oh, sì!” Alessandro’s expression lights up, the ferocious possessiveness fizzling away instantly as he dives in beside me, hauling me over his chest. “Even better.”
This close, the burning lust in his black gaze sparks a familiar sense of luxurious doom inside me. I won’t be getting out of this nest before dawn. How could I forget this alpha is a wolf in sheep’s clothing?
“Fuck, look at her spread,” Jeremy hisses.
I glance over my shoulder. His horse-cock swells inside his gray sweatpants, tenting the material way out of shape. Like Joel, his gaze fixes on my ass where I sit on Alessandro’s stomach.
“This I need to see,” Joel agrees, reaching forward to lift me.
I cry out as I tumble forward, catching myself on Alessandro’s chest. He balances me by grabbing my thigh and pressing his thumb into my bond mark. It flares with a hint of pain along with a barrage of sweet tingling.
“Fuck me,” Jeremy hisses as his twin lines me up over Alessandro’s straining cock, rocking me back and forward a few times to get the tip in place.
“Ready, cara mia?” Alessandro’s voice quivers. “Put an alpha out of his misery, and sit. I beg you.”
His hot honey words slither from my ears to my core, leaving a trail of smoking scorched earth in my omega soul. I shift my weight back, gasping as he fills me. Fluid tickles my thighs as my cum flows out.
“I can’t take it anymore,” Jeremy growls, alpha tone making me shiver.
I squeak as he spreads my ass cheeks wide and dives in, licking away the fluid.
Alessandro groans at the added pressure of the alpha’s nose against his dick as it disappears inside me.
I stutter for breath, sensation exploding through my pussy. I know Jeremy’s not one to be squeamish, but I never thought my alphas would get so comfortable with one another’s bodies. In fact, it’s like they’ve merged their bodies for the sole reason of bringing me more pleasure.
I moan, tilting forward.
“Merda! She’s gripping me so tight!” Alessandro rocks my thighs back and forward, fucking me from his lower position. “You have to feel this!”
“I will,” Jeremy promises.
Joel tugs the ruined shirt off my back, and then his warm fingers slip under my bra clip to unhook it. The fabric slides off my breasts, baring me to my alphas. Naked, I rock across Alessandro’s hips, arching experimentally.
The alpha under me hisses and mutters something in Italian. Yeah, I need to learn his language just for moments like these. Not that I can say anything in English right now or any other language, since I’m so choked up with pleasure.
“So beautiful,” Jeremy whispers, kissing my shoulder. I lean into him, and that’s when I feel it. His thick fingers pressing up into my pussy.
“J-Jeremy!” I gasp.
“Shh,” he murmurs, twisting my hair into a rope. “You were born to take us, darlin’.”
The rest of my protest dies away as he works a finger up alongside Alesandro’s cock. I’m so full, I gape for air. With every touch, I gargle and strain, tremors capturing my entire body.
Alessandro pushes up and then drops his hips. Jeremy grunts and works a second finger up into my pussy. When he adds more fingers, the fire in my core hiccups, pauses, and then roars into life like a stoked furnace. I flail blindly, consumed by their touch.
Alphas grab my hands, holding me up. Blind to all else, I exist as a creature of pure touch, as two fingers and a cock thrust up inside me, working in perfect harmony.
Jeremy swears, voice husky, and draws his fingers out. I gasp and tip forward, twitching as he works the mess on his fingers all over my seam and up through my cheeks.
“Tha—that was intense!” I gasp out.
Alessandro holds my shaking chest up with one outstretched hand. “Willow, my beautiful angel.”
“What exactly was intense?” Jeremy purrs over my shoulder. Something in his voice reminds me of my heat and my legs quiver.
I open my mouth to answer, and that’s when he presses his tip up beside Alessandro’s rigid pole. I gape.
The gentle beast beneath me flat out smirks.
It won’t fit. It won’t fit. That’s what my mind says. Alesandro’s so long, and Jeremy’s so huge. I know the twins managed it once before, but that’s different. They’re brothers. I twitch.
Alessandro rests his hand at the base of my throat, taking all my weight. “Did you forget, we’re all brothers now?”
I think I orgasm, but I can’t be sure because my entire body blazes with pulsing heat. The bonds burn in an inferno of emotion I’ve never experienced before, the men’s affection as powerful as their lust.
My chest heaves. My pussy pulses. Slick runs down my thighs and I shiver.
“You’re taking us so well together,” Jeremy purrs. “Ready for one more?”
One more what? I blink down at Alessandro and he chuckles. “Sì, she’s ready.”
I pound my fist on his chest, but the strike is weaker than a kitten’s. It takes all my strength not to be consumed by the raging torrent of need crashing through me.
Jeremy massages my ass cheeks, panting as he works his mega cock up inside my leaking pussy. He swirls his fingers all the way to my asshole.
“I think she needs a distraction, first,” Joel purrs. He stands up beside us and strips his trousers, baring his cock.
Three cocks. A hot shiver runs through me. Surely they’re not thinking . . .
“How about it, princess?” Joel asks, fisting his boner and giving it a few strokes. “You like sucking on thumbs. Will this work too?”
He rests his cock next to my face, leaving the choice up to me.
Tears leak from my eyes as I turn to lick him.
He’s warm, recently showered and hard. And that sun-baked clay scent on him triggers a volcanic rush inside me.
I can’t resist that scent. Not now, not ever.
Something inside me snaps and the last piece of sanity I held onto vanishes, leaving me a mewling, clawed wildcat.
I get as much of my mouth around that overgrown “thumb” as I can, tugging his ass closer with one arm.
“Merda! She’s starving,” Alessandro whispers.
He’s right, but I’m not sure if they understand quite how much I need them. After all these years, their warmth feeds a part of me that was dying from isolation.
I thrust forward. If they have more to give me, I’ll take every last speck of it, and then some. They’ll see that I’m their omega. Me, Willow Sheldon, can handle the pack’s brothers. All three of them.
I suck like Joel’s my last meal, hollowing out my cheeks and choking as I take him into the back of my throat. He tugs on my hair to make sure I catch enough breath, before plunging back in to fill me.
And all the while, Jeremy works his thumb into my ass pucker.
I thrust over Alessandro’s torso, taking their dicks and pressing myself into his finger.
Every fiber in my body lights up, and every corner of my soul blazes with a bond that’s burning like Starfire.
Our naked bodies move in unison, our sweat mingles, cum bathes out legs in a delicious scented cocktail, and our shattered breathing edges each other on more.
“She’s ready,” Jeremy groans. “Quick.”
Alesandro pulls me down flat onto his chest, my ass as high in the air as I can get. Joel takes his cock away and I whimper.
“You’ll get it back in a second,” Alessandro soothes, stroking my sweat-soaked hair. “Is that what you want?”
“Hurry!” I whine, shaking so hard my teeth chatter.
Joel inserts himself over my back, basically sitting on his twin’s chest to get in position. His cock nudges my pucker.
The wine I let out is inhuman. All three alphas shiver.
“Fuck,” Joel hisses as he gives a few tiny thrusts to seat himself.
Three alphas, three dicks. All inside me.
I implode as he gets an inch inside, shaking and whining and clinging to Alessandro’s shoulders so tight my nails draw blood.
All three alphas swear. Linking arms around me, they thrust together.
Joel grunts, pressing down on my spine as he works his cock deeper inside.
It presses against his brothers through my membrane.
I lose control of my body entirely, drooling onto Alessandro’s chest as they prove our bond right through my holes.
My orgasm breaks, and after it my alphas topple through their pleasure like dominoes, the bond bringing all their sensation straight into my heart.
It’s too much. More than an omega can handle.
Four simultaneous orgasms. And as if mine wasn’t enough, the alpha delight in bringing pleasure to their omega seems to propel me right out of my skin.
I buck, and scream, dripping tears and slick in equal measure, shuddering with the force of an orgasm bigger than I’ve ever had in my life.
Bigger than I dreamed possible.
My alphas hold me tight between them, their broken breaths misting my skin as I fall.
Spent and mute, I collapse, shaking. One by one they pull out, leaving my thighs drenched with their combined cum.
“Fuuuuuck,” Jeremy whimpers, flopping onto his back beside me. “You’re so incredible, Willow.”
Joel wipes sweat from his brow, one hand resting on my back, as if to tell me he’s not ever leaving my side.
Alessandro laughs softly, bouncing me with each breath.
“Magnificent.” He kisses my cheek, nibbling at my tears. “Our first try. How about once more to be sure we did it right?”
“Oh?” Joel rumbles, lifting my limp wrist to his lips. “Yes, these things take practice, after all.”
“One more,” Alessandro purrs.
I gather the last fragments of my strength to push off his chest, my fingers slipping in the blood my nails drew. “Don’t believe him, guys!” I gasp out. “It’s never just “one” more with him!”
Alessandro looks at me, dark lashes fluttering, and flashes the most devilish grin in existence. “Okay, cara mia. Two more.”
Deep inside, a familiar fuzzy warmth creeps up through my belly. Sweat dews my brow in anticipation of the rising inferno. I laugh softly, the sound loud in the quiet room. My alphas brought my heat on early.
At least I have a heat expert on hand and no shortage of willing alphas.
“Well, I suppose I’m going to need a knot now,” I mutter, falling into their outstretched hands.
As I surrender to their touch, I can’t help smiling.
Heat blazes inside me while another wildfire burns my life to the ground in the digital world.
Well, I should expect it by now. I’m the lightning-touched omega, after all.
And if nothing’s left by the time we leave this nest, does it really matter?
I built myself up from nothing a few times already, so what’s once more? The difference is, this time, I won’t be alone.
And that’s the truth.