Chapter 3 #2
Out of everyone in this world, Holden is the only person insane enough to bait a lion and grin when it bares its teeth.
As quickly as I can blink, Sasha is across the room, the man moving with a speed that never fails to catch me off guard, even after all these years.
Creeping up behind them, their mouths crashing together, I remove my clothes, refusing to be left out of the action.
Sasha fumbles with his own, too focused on devouring our Beta to split his attention between kissing him and stripping himself.
“Let me,” I murmur into his ear, running my hands over his waist and down to the button of his jeans.
Sasha grunts as the cool air hits him, his cock already engorged, his knot already throbbing in desperation for the warm hole it is about to sink itself in. Even if it won’t get the relief he really needs right now.
Beta’s asses aren’t meant for knots, especially not ones like Sasha’s or mine. We push boundaries. Fuck, we spend most of our time in the bedroom seeing how far we can bend the rules before they snap, but hurting Holden has never been something any of us could stomach.
I stand back as Sasha finally releases Holden and watch in rapture as he trails his hand down the Beta’s ass, eliciting that filthy little sound that always seems to go straight to my cock. I chuckle, coming around to the front of the lounge and bending down to meet his eyes.
“So fucking desperate for Alpha cock aren’t you, Beta?”
“Yes, Sir,” he groans, eyes rolling into the back of his head as the plug is removed from his ass. He squirms beneath our attention, but it isn’t because he’s embarrassed. It’s because he’s impatient.
“I think those groans will sound better when they are muffled by my cock,” I murmur, grabbing my length and guiding it into the awaiting mouth.
I push all the way in, moaning as I feel the tip of my cock hit his tonsils.
The responding gag sends a spike of pleasure through my cock, eliciting more sounds of satisfaction from deep within my chest.
“That’s it. Take my cock while Sasha fills that tight fucking hole of yours. You’re going to love it aren’t you, you desperate little whore?”
Holden’s mumbles of agreement are barely tangible as he continues to take inch after inch.
I don’t even have to watch what Sasha is doing to know the moment his cock notches at Holden’s ass. He has Holden right where he wants him. The change in the Beta’s pace is a signal enough that he is breaching his entrance.
His entire body begins to freeze, that familiar instinctive reaction threatening to take over as he braces himself for the brutality of the fucking he is going to receive.
I tisk, grabbing hold of his head.
“None of that. Relax, baby. Let your Alpha in. Let him destroy that hole for anyone else.”
Sasha finally loses the last of his restraint, all that grief and rage pouring out of him in the only way he understands.
He doesn’t give Holden any time to prepare, thrusting his cock into his perfect, tight hole.
He begins fucking in and out of his hole, not giving him any time to adjust. It’s brutal and animalistic. Raw and desperate. But so fucking hot.
The Beta squeals around my cock, his knuckles turning white as he grips the couch.
“That's it. Take our cocks, just like that,” I grunt, taking control of the pace now that Holden is unable to.
The sounds echoing throughout the room are nothing short of pornographic. Between Sasha’s grumbles, Holden’s squeals and my groans, we are a combination that would make a priest swear.
“Fuck. Yes.” Sasha grunts, slapping his hand down on the Beta’s pert ass; a red mark blooming on his pale flesh.
Another slap rains down on his ass, launching him forward, forcing him to swallow more of my cock.
Sasha roars, yanking Holden back by the hips, raw and desperate for him.
“Don’t you fucking run away from me, Beta. You will take everything I give you.”
A lone tear trails down Holden’s face, drawing my attention. Sliding my length from his mouth, I bend down. The salty tear is like a beacon in the night, begging me to taste his pain.
I feel Holden shiver as my tongue slides slowly up his cheek, collecting his reaction as if it's my own.
“Delicious,” I whisper, before pulling back.
“Alpha,” Holden groans, his tone laced in urgency, “Please.”
I don’t know if his begging is for more or if it is a plea for mercy, and judging by the wicked smile playing on his lips, I don’t particularly care.
I chuckle, the sound dark and sinister. Sliding my cock back between Holden’s swollen lips, I silence him again. I don’t need to hear his begging. He will get what we give him.
Grabbing his soft brunette locks in my hand, I grip the strands tight. Holding him still, I return to fucking his mouth, chasing my own high.
He is here for my pleasure, after all. My delicious Beta slut.
“That’s it. Take me,” I encourage, feeling that familiar pressure low in my stomach tightening as my release begins to build.
“Where do you want our cum?” I ask, before I lose all sense of direction.
Holden’s mouth pops off my length, long enough for him to answer.
“Paint me in your release. Please, Alphas. I want your fucking cum all over me. Paint me like one of your french girls.” He’s practically fucking whining right now, and I fight the need to roll my eyes because despite our power over him, he still manages to be one hundred percent Holden.
Sarcastic, bratty, and fucking delicious.
I grunt as he’s ripped from me. Sasha forces the man to his knees and pushes his cock past his full lips and down his throat. That oughta shut him up.
“Make me cum. Show me how much you like being on your knees for us. Show me how much of a cum slut you are.”