50. Chapter Fifty #2
Shade shifts behind me, settling close, straddling Viper's legs, and his touch turns purposeful. He slides his warm hands over the globes of my ass, squeezes, and spreads them.
I hear Knox suck in a breath as Shade spits, and wetness slides down between my cheeks.
It sends a thrill through me so intense it sends a pulse to my clit and tears a helpless little sound from my throat. "Oh frack. Mmm!"
Something about him spitting directly on my pucker has my inner Omega going wild.
When his fingers begin to work me open with slow, careful circles over the ring of muscles, I melt even further, my whole body relaxing, knowing I'm in capable hands.
"There you are," Shade murmurs, voice thick with satisfaction, when the tip of his finger dips inside, and then down to the first knuckle. He works me gently but thoroughly, quickly moving up to two fingers, and then three.
I know Blaise and Knox are watching too. I can feel it. Their attention drags over me like another set of hands as they watch my asshole being breached. It leaves me hotter, needier, and the thought of them seeing me so debauched makes me clench.
Viper feels it. He stops his hard thrusting and starts a deeper, rolling grind, pushing his half-swollen knot against my threshold until my world narrows to pressure, heat, and the unbearable promise of almost.
His knot pops inside.
"Viper!" I cry out, my whole body seizing around him as pleasure crashes through me so hard my eyes lose focus and blur. His knot rapidly expands, pressing perfectly against my O-spot, rendering me helpless and wrecked as my orgasm rushes toward me. "Yes, oh yes. Mmm."
He comes with a rough shout, his body tightening beneath mine as his cock throbs deep inside me and hot ribbons of come fill me. He shudders, his hot breath puffing over my sweaty brow.
As I teeter at the pinnacle of my pleasure, so close to falling over the edge, I feel Shade notch his cockhead at my rear rim.
"Come for me, baby girl," he says, voice low and ruined. He pulls my ass-cheeks wider apart to give my watching mates a better view of his penetration. "Come and I’ll fuck you through it."
As if I could do anything but obey.
I shatter.
My eyes roll back as my release rips through me.
Viper groans beneath me, holding me tight while my aftershocks contract on his knot, milking him for more of his seed.
I'm still moaning and shaking when the head of Shade's cock slips past my rim. Without pausing for me to adjust, he takes me in one strong, claiming stroke that steals the sound straight from my lungs.
My mouth gapes in a silent scream until I find my voice.
"Ah, deep," I cry, and then I am gone again, cheek pressed to Viper’s chest, breath breaking apart as Shade draws back and drives into me again, his hips slapping against my ass.
"Oh, frack, oh, frack, please, please, please…" I can hear myself beg, but I'm no longer in control of my body. Shade is pummeling into my ass, not taking it easy or slow at all.
Viper's knot is locked tight inside me, pleasuring my O-spot, all heat and weight and relentless fullness as he pumps waves of come deep inside me.
My head feels light and airy as I take and take.
Then Shade slows.
The change of pace gives me the time to gather my wits once more, and it ruins me more than the rougher pace did.
He moves with a rolling, deliberate rhythm that makes me feel every inch of him, every drag, every possessive thrust, rubbing through the thin membrane against Viper's thick knot. It's wrong and filthy and delicious.
His voice drops into that low, careful tone that always turns my bones soft. His 'Daddy' voice.
"Is this what you needed, sweetheart?" he asks, ragged and indulgent. "You needed Daddy to fuck your little asshole while you're knotted on your Alpha's fat knot?"
A broken sound leaves me. I cannot answer because I don't have enough breath for words.
Then something hot and wet brushes over me from behind, right where Shade and I are joined, and I jolt, my whole body locking.
"Wha—?" I gasp, trying to turn my head, but Viper has his arms tight around me, and I can't move.
Shade makes a pleased sound behind me. "Blaze is curious," he says, maddeningly matter-of-fact, like it's normal for our mate to be eating my ass while it's being fucked and making obscene slurping sounds as he does so. "You’re making a mess, and he wanted a taste of the slick from your ass."
My face burns.
Of course he did.
And apparently Knox is much closer than I realized, because his low voice comes from right beside me when he asks, "Well? How does she taste? Is it different from the slick from her pussy?"
I hear Blaise hum in satisfaction, completely unbothered by the fact that I may actually die from embarrassment and arousal at the same time.
"So good," he says, sounding pleased with himself. "Not the same, less sweet, but just as tasty."
Then he goes right back to licking where Shade and I are joined, utterly shameless.
Honestly, how did I end up mated to such a menace?
And worse, why do I love that menace so fracking much?
A firm pressure appears at my mouth, a salty wetness spreading across my lips. I instinctively lick, and when I open my eyes, Knox is there, looming over me with that dark, controlled hunger that always makes my pulse stutter.
His cock is red and angry, a thick vein jumping along the side, desperate for relief despite him knotting me barely half an hour ago.
"Open, Princess," my Prime Alpha growls.
I obey at once.
Knox takes my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, giving me only what I can handle.
I do my best to flutter my tongue, massaging the underside of his cock.
Drool spills out over my chin and onto Viper's chest below, but Viper doesn't seem to care.
He's keeping me pinned, running a hand through my hair like I'm precious instead of a set of holes being thoroughly used by my mates.
"Good girl," Viper murmurs, the sound vibrating through me. "So good, taking your mates so well all at once."
My eyelashes flutter as that thought turns in my mind.
Knox is fucking my mouth, Viper is knotted in my pussy, Shade is fucking my ass, and Blaise has added his own brazen contribution by shoving his tongue in beside Shade's cock.
Every part of me is claimed. Every hole full, and I cannot do anything except make needy sounds and take it.
"You were made for this, weren't you, princess?" Knox says from above me, his voice rough with arousal. "An Omega perfect for taking our cocks."
A long moan spills out of me, turning ragged as the others laugh softly around me.
The vibration of their amusement only makes everything worse, and by worse, I mean so, so much better.
The room is all praise, love, and the dizzying overwhelm of being surrounded by them.
Shade is the first to lose control, his rhythm breaking as he curses low and comes. I feel his cock throb inside me, filling my ass with heat.
The moment he pulls out, Blaise is there, utterly unabashed and eager, and starts tongue-fucking my gaping hole. It's filthy, and the wet noises are purely erotic. The sensation quickly finishes me on the spot.
I come with a low moan that shakes my whole body, and it sets Knox off.
He chokes off my moan as he shoves his weeping cock deeper, and my orgasm has relaxed my throat, allowing me to take him all the way down.
My nose brushes the curly hair at his base.
The scent of pure, musky Alpha fills my head, and before I know it, my eyes are rolling back and I'm hurtling off into another orgasm.
Knox roars above me, and he throbs as he comes down my throat.
Time passes, though I barely register it. I am too thoroughly spent to track anything beyond the slow return of breath and thought.
When I finally come back to myself, we're lying tangled together while our breathing slowly evens out and the last of our sweat cools against our skin. Beyond the arched window, the sun sinks behind the mountains, turning the room golden before the light begins to fade.
I lie there and take in the warmth of the nest beneath us, the weight of my mates around me, the satisfaction humming through my body, and most of all, the absence of fear.
I think that is the difference between a temporary nest and a home.
A temporary nest is somewhere to hide, rest, and recover before the next threat finds you.
A home is somewhere you fought for, bled for, and intend to hold your ground to protect.
We did that here. We defended this place, and now we have filled it with us too, with our bond, our bodies, and our love.
For the first time since we came to Blackgate, I feel settled.
I stretch with a quiet groan, and Viper loosens his hold so I can stretch up and press a kiss to his mouth.
He smiles into it, brushes a loose strand of hair back from my face, and says, low and certain, "Welcome home, pretty girl."