Chapter 29 Soaked Before Sunrise #3
There's no hesitation, no gentle easing, just the overwhelming sensation of being stretched and claimed as he slides home in one long thrust that makes me cry out and clutch at the sheets beneath us.
"Fuck," we both gasp at the same time, and despite everything, I almost laugh at the synchronization.
He's so big, something I wonder if I can ever get used to in comparison to how much I yearned for a thick veiny shaft with my previous pack which were a bunch of mediocre dicks at best—when hard, by the way—and my body struggles for a moment to accommodate him.
But I'm so wet, so desperately ready, that the stretch is more pleasure than pain. More relief than discomfort.
Like finding the missing piece of a puzzle I didn't know was incomplete.
His scent intensifies with arousal—smoke and fir and embers burning hotter now, mixing with my vanilla-caramel-citrus until the air itself feels thick and intoxicating. I can smell us together, can smell the claiming happening on a level deeper than just physical.
"That's it," he growls against my neck, his hips beginning to move in slow, deep strokes that make my eyes roll back. "Take it, Sugarplum. Use me."
I moan, pushing back against him, meeting each thrust with desperate enthusiasm.
My oversized sweater has ridden up completely, bunched around my waist, leaving me bare and exposed as he fucks me from behind. The position lets him go deep—so deep I feel him everywhere, feel him claiming parts of me that have been neglected for far too long.
We find a rhythm quickly, bodies moving together like we've done this a thousand times before.
His hand grips my hip, fingers digging into soft flesh, while his other arm bands across my chest to keep me pinned against him.
Every thrust punches the air from my lungs, replaces it with pleasure so intense it borders on overwhelming.
"Now what if we get some extra hands here, hmm?" Theo's voice is rough with exertion, teasing even as he drives into me. "Would our Sugar Plum like that?"
My pussy clenches around him at the suggestion, at the image his words conjure.
"Fuck, yes," I gasp out, barely able to form coherent thoughts let alone words.
He claims my mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing my moans, and that's when I feel it—lips pressing against my back.
Soft, exploratory kisses trailing up my spine, each one sending shivers racing across my skin.
The scent hits me next.
Motor oil and leather and Alpha pheromones mixing with Theo's smoke and my own sweet scent.
Nash.
Nash is here, and oh god, how long has he been watching us?
My brain can barely process it, too lost in sensation to think clearly. But my body knows—my body responds immediately, arching into both of them, desperate for more contact, more touching, more everything.
Nash's hands slide around my waist from behind, moving up to cup my breasts through the bunched sweater. His thumbs find my nipples, circling and teasing until I'm whimpering and squirming between them.
I break the kiss with Theo, gasping for air, and immediately Nash is there—turning my head back toward him, capturing my mouth in a kiss that's entirely different from Theo's.
Where Theo is commanding and possessive, Nash is playful and coaxing, his tongue sliding against mine in a dance that makes me dizzy.
"That's it," Nash murmurs against my lips when we break apart for air. His hands continue their exploration, kneading my breasts, rolling my nipples between his fingers. "Take Theo's cock like the good Omega you are. Let him feel how perfect you are."
"Mhmm," I manage, biting my bottom lip as Theo picks up his pace, fucking me faster, harder, deeper.
I'm caught between them—Nash's solid warmth at my back, his hands on my breasts, his mouth on my neck; Theo's cock driving into me, stretching me, claiming me with every thrust.
Theo shifts the angle slightly and I actually scream, the sound muffled against the pillow as he hits something inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. My whole body goes taut, pleasure coiling tight in my belly.
"There," Theo growls, satisfaction clear in his voice. "Found it. You're going to come all over my cock now, aren't you, Sugarplum?"
I can't answer.
Can't do anything but feel as he pounds into that spot over and over, as Nash's clever fingers work my nipples, as two Alphas surround me with their scent and their touch and their overwhelming presence.
The orgasm builds fast and hits harder than the first one.
I come with a cry that definitely wakes anyone else in the lodge, my pussy clenching and fluttering around Theo's cock, slick gushing out to coat both of us. Wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, stealing my breath and my vision and every coherent thought.
Theo slows but doesn't stop, letting me ride it out, his thrusts becoming lazy and deep as I tremble and gasp between them.
"Beautiful," Nash murmurs in my ear, his lips brushing the sensitive skin there. "You're absolutely beautiful when you come apart."
Before I can respond, before I can even catch my breath properly, Nash is moving. His hands leave my breasts, sliding down to grip my hips, turning me slightly so I can see him properly.
He's naked. When did he get naked? His cock juts out from his body, thick and hard and leaking precum, veins prominent along the shaft. He's been touching himself—I can tell from how flushed he is, from the desperate edge in his eyes.
"You gonna take my cock while Theo fucks you nice and deep?" His voice is rough with need, his hand stroking himself slowly.
I nod eagerly, my mouth already watering at the prospect.
"Mhmm," I agree, my voice coming out breathy and wrecked. Like an obedient Omega. Like everything my hindbrain is screaming at me to be.
Theo shifts us—still buried inside me, he moves us both so I'm on my hands and knees, positioned perfectly to take Nash in my mouth. The movement makes his cock slide even deeper and I moan, my arms shaking with the effort of holding myself up.
Nash doesn't make me wait.
He's right there, the head of his cock pressing against my lips, and I open eagerly for him. He slides in with a groan that echoes through the room, his hand fisting in my hair to guide me.
The taste of him explodes across my tongue—salt and skin and pure Alpha.
I moan around him, relaxing my throat to take him deeper, and both Alphas groan at the vibration.
"Fuck," Nash breathes, his hips rocking forward carefully. "Your mouth is perfect, Sugarplum. So hot and wet. I’m sure your pussy is even better for Theo."
Then they find a rhythm together—Theo thrusting deep from behind while Nash fucks my mouth from the front. I'm completely overwhelmed, caught between them, used by them, and loving every single second of it.
My core tightens again, pleasure building despite having just come.
I'm tingling with lust and desire, my whole body alight with sensation.
To think I went years without really fucking, years using toys and suppressants to barely keep satisfied, and now I'm here with two of three Alphas I just met, being thoroughly claimed.
This is everything I didn't know I needed.
Theo grunts behind me, his rhythm becoming erratic, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to leave marks.
"You better take every fucking drop," he growls, and I can hear he's close, can feel his cock swelling inside me.
I moan around Nash's cock, and the sound pushes him over the edge. His hand tightens in my hair, holding me still as he fucks my mouth faster, harder, chasing his release.
They both come at almost the same moment—Theo burying himself deep and stilling, his cock pulsing as he fills me, while Nash groans and spills down my throat. I swallow frantically, taking everything he gives me, my pussy clenching around Theo's cock in response to being filled.
For a moment, we're all frozen—connected, breathing hard, completely wrecked.
Then they're pulling out carefully, leaving me gasping and trembling on the bed. I collapse onto my side, my whole body feeling like overcooked noodles, satisfaction humming through my veins.
Nash leans down, capturing my mouth in a deep, filthy kiss that tastes like both of us.
His tongue sweeps through my mouth, claiming every inch, before he pulls back with a satisfied smirk.
"Come lick up her pussy," Theo's voice cuts through the post-orgasmic haze, commanding despite the breathlessness.
Nash raises an eyebrow, that smirk widening.
"I'm only taking your orders because I won that race yesterday."
Theo chuckles, the sound low and pleased.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night."
Then Nash is between my legs, and oh god, his mouth on my oversensitive pussy makes me cry out and grab for something to hold onto.
He licks broad stripes through my folds, cleaning Theo's release mixed with my slick, groaning like I'm the best thing he's ever tasted. I’ve never felt this overwhelming rush of pleasure. My body launches into a stratosphere of sensation so blinding and raw that every thought evaporates, leaving only the frantic, desperate need to hold onto something. Enough that I’m gripping the sheets for dear life as I’m cumming but clearly squirting in his face.
No Alpha has ever made me squirt.
Nash pulls back from between my legs, his face glistening with my release, looking absolutely smug and satisfied in a way that should probably be illegal.
Then he turns those dark eyes to Theo, who's still catching his breath beside me, and his smirk takes on a commanding edge that makes my spent pussy clench weakly in response.
"Your turn," Nash says, his voice rough and commanding. "Come lick up her generosity."
Theo huffs out something between a laugh and a groan, but he's already moving, replacing Nash between my thighs before I can even process what's happening. His mouth is on me immediately, tongue laving through my oversensitive folds with broad, thorough strokes that make me whimper and squirm.