Chapter 11 #2
Lore clinks his glass against hers, taking a deep breath as he attempts to ignore my aggressive cleaning of his wound. While these stitches were put in well, Lore has made a goddamned mess of them.
He’s such a pain in my fucking ass.
“He can be if you’re not careful,” Storm mumbles beside me as he watches me.
My skin feels very warm as I wonder if that’s what I want.
I really am here only for Marie. I have no idea if I want to bottom for these alphas too at some point, even though I know what each of their cocks taste like.
Lore face fucked both Marie and I as Wilder and Storm knotted her during her heat, and it all felt right.
It’s all very concerning, and my butt cheek aches with the imprint of Lore’s teeth. I’m learning a lot about myself right now, and Lore simply smirks as if he can tell.
I continue to clean and restitch his wound as if he’s not getting to me, while he drinks with our omega. She refills his glass twice while I work, and he doesn’t wince once during it. She drinks three glasses of whiskey with him, not once weaving on her feet.
This Irish omega can fucking hold her liquor.
“Since I’m not the president anymore,” Lore drawls. “Is there anything you need done, Prez?”
“Fuck no! Absolutely the hell not,” Wilder says, shaking his head. “You can have this position back. I never want to make another decision that impacts so many people’s lives again. How are you always so calm as you do this?”
As I move away, Lore’s hand reaches out and grabs Marie around the waist to yank her to him.
“Do not fuck up my hard work, dickhead,” I growl.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, Snookums,” Lore says, winking at me.
This man has no business being this gorgeous, as injured as he is.
Straddling our omega on his thick thigh, he smirks as he unbuttons and pulls down the zipper on Marie’s pants before sliding his hand underneath the waistband.
“Being president means choosing the decision that’s best for the overarching majority,” he lectures, sliding his fingers through Marie’s arousal.
Her little moans and gasps take me away from cleanup, and I groan as I stand in front of them to watch as a voyeur.
“Does that mean making Marie come is the best for the majority?” I tease him, hearing her pussy gush as he spears her entrance with his fingers.
“I mean, I think it is, so it must be,” he grunts, jutting his chin toward her pants.
Dropping to my knees, I rid her of the lower half of her clothes before ripping her shirt so her tits are free. She’s currently not wearing a bra, and they sway slightly as she rides Lore’s fingers. Her skin is flushed as Lore rubs her clit with his thumb, and he sucks on her neck to mark her.
“You feel confused, Princess. Why is that?” Lore croons.
I should let her answer, but her rosy nipples are calling to me. Squeezing her tits with my hands, I suck on them until she’s writhing and panting for more.
“I…should still be mad at you,” she confesses.
“It’s because I grew on you, huh?” he teases her.
Wilder and Storm pull out their cocks to begin stroking themselves, and I shiver as I realize I’m in the direct line of their release when they come.
“Like a fungus,” Marie gasps. “I don’t even really know you.”
“I’m thirty-eight years old, love hard, and take care of my pack. What more do you need to know?” Lore asks honestly. “Anything else simply comes with the time we now have.”
Another finger slides into her cunt, and she’s stuffed full now. Exposing her clit better with my thumbs, I suck on it, enjoying the way she squeals at the new pressure.
“This…isn’t how things are done,” she insists.
“Other people are boring,” I mumble against her skin. “We’ll always keep you on your toes.”
“The bond is already half formed, we may as well complete it. Doesn’t it itch at you to know this?” Lore taunts her. “We’ll complete the bond, get your old lady tattoo across your shoulders, and get your patch on your new leather jacket.”
Fuck, I’ve wanted that since I felt her shiver in the cold outside the church at the funeral. I’ve never dropped my jacket on a girl’s shoulders before. There’s too much ownership in a move like that.
“What does the patch say?” Marie moans.
“Property of Pack Thunder,” Storm growls, making Marie shudder as a shockwave of desire hits her.
“It has a nice ring to it,” Wilder says. “You’re ours, Marie. I think our president should fuck you while he bites your shoulder. Will you wear his mark proudly, Little Omega? It’ll show everyone you belong to an alpha male who cheated death. Lore is so surly, The Grim Reaper threw him back.”
“As long as he’s here, I don’t fucking care,” she wails, her fingers clenching around my hair as she rolls her hips over my face.
“Such a beautiful princess sitting on her throne,” Lore growls, shifting to pull his sweatpants down.
Marie shifts so she’s fully on his lap, giving me a wonderful view of her body.
I help by yanking Lore’s pants off, lining his cock up at her entrance once he pulls his fingers from her cunt. “Good boy.”
Lore rewards me as he thrusts inside of her by feeding her slick on his fingers into my mouth. My pack groans as they watch me, and then Lore pulls his fingers away to fist my hair, pulling my face back to Marie’s cunt.
“Make sure to make a mess all over your skin so we can lick it off you later,” he says.
The need to fist my cock becomes unbearable, precum beginning to stain the front of my pants, and I finally give in and push the waistband down until my shaft is free.
My tongue licks and sucks Marie’s pussy and Lore’s cock, enjoying the way they both cry out. I may be on my knees with my alphas surrounding me, but I’m in control.
“Feel free to bite my cock. I’d love a bond bite there, Ransom,” Lore snorts. “I want to collect bonded pack members today. It may keep my brother from killing me.”
“I’ll make sure I’m armed to keep that from happening,” Marie gasps. “He’s going to have to suck it up. Oh, fuck. Alpha, yes!”
“Such a pretty little fuck toy,” Lore growls. “A queen and a cum dumpster. Two sides of a coin that are equally important. Just like that. Your pussy is covering me in your slick.”
“The better to take your knot,” Wilder growls. It’s very wolf in the forest finding Red Riding Hood, and I smirk as I push my fingers into Marie’s asshole.
“Ransom. Fuck, that feels good,” Marie moans.
“Are you enjoying our pack bonding experience, Sugar?” I rumble. “I have a feeling we may keep you stuffed full of cum as often as possible.”
“Alphas…are messy sons of bitches,” she whimpers, her eyes rolling back as I pinch her clit. “More, please. I’m going to die without your knot, Lore.”
“I’ll give you my knot when you’re a good girl and frost Ransom with your cream. The smug bastard keeps watching me fuck you.”
Taking a moment to flick him off as he chuckles, I double my efforts to make my girl come. There have been little waves of pleasure, but I love when she passes out from the force of her orgasm. It’s easily the most addictive thing I’ve ever seen.
Lore’s knot teases along the entrance of Marie’s cunt, and Wilder pulls my head back to look up at him and Storm.
“Open your mouth nice and wide,” he growls, spitting a stream of saliva with Storm into my mouth. Crashing his lips against mine, Wilder searches for every drop of Marie’s slick while I moan in half arousal, half complaint.
They’re stealing my omega’s slick. Storm adds insult to injury by stealing my mouth from Wilder, growling as he kisses me.
“No fighting,” Lore says. “The guys need you to work harder for your reward, and this is their response. Don’t fuck up, Ransom.”
Glaring at him as Storm pulls away and Wilder releases my hair, I watch as Lore shrugs unapologetically. “Now, you don’t get to touch your cock for being a brat. Hope you can come hands free.”
“Fuck,” I complain as my left hand is wrenched behind my back. A foot pins my wrist to my back as I commit to my new punishment.
I could fight it, but Wilder and Storm seem to enjoy Lore’s fuckery. Marie’s eyes are dark with desire, yet still seem to sparkle with mischief. She also is enjoying being dirtied up by her alphas.
Who am I to judge when I know I like it too?
Using my one free hand to fuck Marie’s puckered hole, I eat my girl’s pussy like I’m paid to do it.
After all, my pack mates stole her cream from me.
Speaking of which, I can taste them on my tongue from their kisses and spit as well.
Lore’s thrusts get more intense, his hands pinning Marie down as he begins to fill her with his knot.
“I love you,” he rasps in her ear, groaning as she drops her head back to kiss him. “Your cunt is trying to milk my knot of cum like the impatient little brat that you are.”
“You’re taking too long,” she wails, egging him on as he fucks his knot into her. Marie screams as I use my teeth on her clit, falling over the edge of her release.
“My timing is always right on time, even if you don’t agree with it,” Lore confesses. His knot is sucked into her cunt with a popping sound, and his teeth sink into her shoulder as he begins to come. His hips never stop pistoning, though the movements are more constrained.
“Come with us,” Wilder hisses, wet fingers pushing into my asshole as I whimper. “Storm?”
“He needs to be double stuffed, huh?” Storm chuckles, his fingers joining Wilder’s after slicking his fingers up with Marie’s release. “So needy, Ransom. We’ll help, but you have to make Marie come again. I can tell she needs another.”
“It’s too much,” Marie whines. “I can’t do another.”
“I doubt that, Sugar. Look at how good you’re milking Lore. You should be rewarded for that. Fight through the sensitivity,” I groan.
I really am stuffed full of fingers, and they’re easily hitting my prostate as my cock bobs with need. My wrist is still pinned, a feat I’m mildly impressed with as I return to sucking on Marie’s clit.