Chapter 32 Cyn #2
“Going into a delicious heat, right here for me. Laying in the dirt,” Vale hisses. “Has anyone had you out here?”
He pulls his cock out, holding it poised at her entrance. I see her muscles flutter and think that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
She moans.
“Tell me!” he snarls.
“No, no one. I come out here alone.”
“Good omega,” he snarls. Vale hisses in satisfaction and plunges back into her, filling her up with a squelching noise.
“Scream for me. I want to hear it.”
He ruts harder, leaning between her legs and seizing her nipple. He sucks hard and then bites. She screams.
“That’s it. Do as you're told, my little omega whore,” he turns and bites her inner thigh near her knee.
She screams again.
Vale pulls out, turns her onto her hands and knees, and plunges his cock back into her. He grips her hips and slams into her over and over. Her breasts fly, and before long, she can’t hold herself up, and her arms collapse.
“Yes!” Vale hisses. “Come on my cock, Omega, right fucking now.”
His barked order is barely out before she’s screaming again.
He slams his knot into her, roaring out his release. His tendons stand on end, his eyes wild as he catches himself so he doesn’t crush her.
I stare at Vale and think one thought. There is nothing I wouldn’t give up to be with her.
She’s whimpering in her sleep. I get the cup of soup and go and lift her up off Rory’s lap. She moans as her eyes open.
“Open your mouth and drink.”
She shakes her head.
“Open your mouth and drink,” Rory growls.
She obediently does as she’s told. I hum and brush my fingers through her hair, cleaning out some of the debris.
Vale was able to clean her a little earlier, but other than that, she’s been sleeping, but the sun is rising.
As dawn comes, another flare of her heat hits, and Rory grabs her before she can bolt. He lies down and pulls her down on him.
“Cyn’s going to fuck your ass now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Am I?”
“Yes, you are. Because we are going to wreck her so good that she crawls.”
It’s hard to argue with Rory’s darkness. I get between Rory’s legs behind her and drag my fingers down her spine.
“Alpha?”
The word hits me hard. I look at Rory.
“She’s talking to you.”
I close my eyes. She called me alpha.
“Yes, Omega?”
“Don’t hold back. Make me yours. Please. Give me your knot. It hurts.”
To my absolute distress, she starts to sob.
I hug her from behind, one arm around her shoulders, the other coming up underneath her, wrapping around her ribcage.
“Don’t cry. I can’t bear it. I’ll destroy anything you want destroyed. I’ll be your weapon, you just point me where you want me to go. Just don’t cry, Bonnie.”
“It hurts, please knot me. You’re just a dream. It’s just me alone out here. No one’s coming.”
“Do you see us in every heat?” I ask as I hold her tighter. I ache for her in a way I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anyone. Picturing her alone out here, calling for us.
“Every heat,” she admits. “Every night in my dreams. Every time I picture my future,” she moans. “But you’re not here.”
I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “We are here.” I hesitate. “Rory, knot her and then make her crawl. You have to.”
Rory’s stamina is something else, but he’s also a sadist who can read people’s bodies better than most people can read books.
He reaches between them and shoves up into her.
I rub my fingers through her slick, stroking his cock and balls as they get coated, then I lean my weight on her, flattening her to Rory’s chest while I find that puckered hole and rub the entrance in circles.
She moans and thrusts back as much as she can, but we’ve got her sandwiched.
I get the digit in and moan at the tight grip. I pull it out and shove it back in. Over and over until she relaxes and I can add another. I add a third and then a fourth.
“Rory, out for a minute.”
Rory pulls out of her, and I slam in, fucking her hard and fast, violently. God, this pussy is going to be the end of me. Once I’m coated, I pull out again, wait until Rory is buried deep, and then I slowly work my cock into her.
She sits up, moaning.
“Oh, god, oh, please, oh, shit. It feels so good. Yes, this is what I need. Please, I need it. I need your knots.”
Her wild cry is a plea; she’s begging. She’s crying for us. For something only we can give her.
A warmth blooms in my chest. I can give her this. All of this.
I fuck her hard, ignoring Rory’s slow movements.
I’m going to knot her. I’m going to give her what she needs.
Because that is what I need.
I force the tip of my knot against her entrance, then withdraw. I press again, getting a bit more in.
She moans, slamming back against me.
I thrust again, and my knot goes in.
She screams.
I hear it distantly.
I’m too far away, too lost in the feeling of having knotted my omega. I’m dying. Of happiness. This is what I’m made for. This is part of who I am. Who I’ve been missing.
I scream as I fill her ass with my cum, shaking as I try to hold my weight off her. Stroke her wherever I can touch.
When Rory knots her ten minutes later, he sets the three of us off again.
Three hours later, when I pull out of her, exhausted and sore, she collapses on the ground beside Vale and Kota, who curl up around her.
I look at them and smile. “Tag.”
They just grin.