Chapter 29 #2
Zak breaks our kiss when Spencer says to him, "Zak. Come here and guide me inside our omega for the first time."
He scrambles away, excited to do as instructed. A moment later, I feel his hand come between my body and Spencer's, and then the tip of Spencer's cock is being guided into me. I moan as I'm thoroughly filled up.
"Damn, that's sexy," Freddie says, his voice full of awe.
Zak returns to kiss me again, swallowing all of the noises of pleasure I make as Spencer fucks me for the first time. He pumps into me with exactly the kind of steady speed I would expect from the quarterback who always likes to be in control.
Being tied up at the mercy of these three incredibly sexy men who just gave me the gift of a lifetime–the perfect nest–is the most erotic experience I've ever had. No one before them has ever compared.
I'm dripping with slick as Spencer fucks me, Zak's tongue wars with mine, and Freddie continues making appreciative noises as he watches from somewhere nearby.
My first orgasm hits me unexpectedly, my thighs clenching around Spencer's body as my ankles tug helplessly at the rope. Zak releases my mouth to hear my whimpering cries as I quake around Spencer's cock.
"Beautiful," Spencer says, his voice strained. "So damn beautiful, omega."
My core muscles squeeze, and with a groan, Spencer comes deep inside of me.
He gives me everything except his knot, which I won't get until my heat comes.
A heat that's definitely coming within days, if not hours, based on how little my orgasm satiates me.
As soon as my first orgasm ends, I'm ready for more.
Spencer pulls out, leaving me empty, but not for long.
"Daddy's turn." Zak runs his hand over my body as he circles the table to take Spencer's place between my legs. I barely have a moment to catch my breath before he slides his hard length into me.
"Daddy," I whimper.
I tug at the ropes tying my arms, desperately wishing I were free now and could touch one of them. Any of them. As sexy as being tied up is, it's also becoming more and more frustrating.
My efforts are quickly interrupted by a new distraction.
"Just because they're the alphas in the pack doesn't mean they should get to have all the fun." Freddie wiggles his eyebrows as he steps into view, his hand lazily stroking his bare cock as it juts out as if pointing straight at me.
I stick my tongue out automatically, offering him my upside-down head because after all, I'm in the perfect position for it.
Freddie slides his cock into my mouth.
After one fumbling moment of trying to sync up, Zak and Freddie manage to fall into a comfortable rhythm using either side of my body. Spencer, not to be left completely out, even if he's already come, runs his hands across my belly and then up to my breasts.
The moment all three of them are playing with me at once, another orgasm tears through my body. I tremble uncontrollably as my core tightens and stars explode behind my eyes.
My heart feels just as full as my pussy and mouth.
Freddie jerks his cock out of my mouth and sucks in a sharp inhale. "Don't wanna waste my cum before I get a turn with our omega's pretty pussy," he mumbles as he scrambles to get away from me like I'm in any danger of seducing him back into my mouth if he stays too close.
Guess he forgot I'm a little... tied up, at the moment.
I'm also incredibly exhausted. My body is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and all of my muscles are already sore. I don't know how I manage to keep from passing out, to be completely honest.
I can tell Zak is nearing his own finish line.
"Next time, I'm going to take your ass, baby girl. Would you like that?" Zak asks as he grips my thighs while taking me with increasingly faster thrusts.
I nod wildly despite the exhaustion. "Yes, Daddy," I murmur.
"That's right, baby." He reaches between our bodies to thrum my clit and groans as he tells the others, "Her clit is pulsing."
Spencer's rumble of approval vibrates against my right breast as he lowers his mouth to suck and nibble at my peaked nipple. My left breast gets just as much attention, his hand alternating between massaging me and teasing the nipple between his thumb and index finger.
My back arches against the dining table.
Zak groans my name as he stills, his grip tightening on my legs. I can feel the warmth of him spilling his cum deep inside me, his cum mixing with Spencer's.
I barely feel coherent as Zak gently pulls out. "Fuck," he mutters, his breathing shallow. He plops down on the table beside my hip and tries to catch his breath.
"Can you handle one more, Mia?" Spencer asks quietly.
I squint to focus my eyes as he kneels down beside me, his thumb brushing my lip as he stares at me with pure adoration. Even if I didn't think I could handle any more, there's no way I would ask them to stop now.
In a hoarse voice, I call out to Freddie, "What are you waiting for, beta? Don't you know I have a need for seed?"
As I hoped, my words make him bark out a laugh. His whole body shakes with his laughter as he takes his position between my legs just like the alphas did. He dips his fingers inside of me, playing in the mess the alphas left behind, until his laughter subsides to a soft chuckle.
"Time to plant this garden," Freddie announces proudly, pulling his fingers out of me to replace them with his cock. A long moan accompanies the feel of him sliding into my pussy, the combination of cum and my own slick giving him an easy entry.
I'm basically his own personal Slip 'N Slide, and he seems to love it.
After effectively being edged by the alphas going first, Freddie's motions are far more erratic and frantic as he takes me. I'm lucky that the ropes hold me in place because otherwise, I could see him fucking me off the edge of the table.
The same boundless energy that makes him such a beloved mascot is also present in his sexual appetite. He has an endless amount of enthusiasm, and he doesn't seem to care one bit that I only have enough energy left to barely be along for the ride.
No matter how my body feels–tired, wet, and trembling–my heart is so full. Sex with the pack is everything I thought it would be and more.
All of the emotional buildup works me toward yet another orgasm.
When I tense, my pussy squeezes around Freddie's cock with a tight grip, and he lets out a long moan. "That feels so good, my little leafy green. I'm gonna..." He trails off with another moan.
And then he comes, fulfilling my dream of having all three of them.
Making all of us feel like one, even though I haven't actually been marked by the pack yet.
The aftermath leaves me feeling like a mess of a puddle on top of the table. My whole body continues to tremble lightly from the effort of my orgasms. I've never been so thoroughly used in my life.
Everyone has to take a moment to breathe, bathing in the afterglow of what we shared.
A few minutes pass in silence before Zak asks, "How do you feel, baby girl?" and brushes sweaty strands of hair away from my forehead before he bends down to untie my arms.
"Sleepy," I murmur as my vision begins to blur. I almost feel like I'm spinning as my eyelids grow heavy, my blinks becoming increasingly sluggish. Someone unties my legs, and I'm vaguely aware that my legs swing gently as I'm freed.
Zak chuckles under his breath, and the sound makes my lips twitch. I would smile if I weren't so exhausted.
"Mia, honey," Spencer says, "Do you want to shower or anything?"
I manage to shake my head an inch in either direction and then grunt my displeasure at that idea. The idea of standing in a shower–or doing anything more than being a limp noodle–is abysmal.
Somehow, I manage to mutter the words, "Need rest. Sleep, please."
"Cavewoman Mia has entered the building!" Freddie announces with enough high-pitched glee to make me wrinkle my nose in overstimulation. "Hot. Omega. Many. Dicks. Need. Break." He does his best deep, caveman laugh.
"Freddie, shut up," Spencer says without any real bite.
Freddie sighs dramatically, but doesn't continue. Impressive considering how often he likes to dig his heels in and double down just to rile Spencer up. I like to think him being quicker to calm has something to do with me sucking him dry of both cum and energy.
"Let's get you to bed," Spencer says gently.
The next thing I know, I'm being lifted.
Spencer cradles me in his arms, and I rest my head against his bare chest, breathing in the eucalyptus scent that radiates off him.
His skin feels much cooler than mine, and I mumble my approval incoherently as I try to burrow even closer.
He carries me with a gentle rocking motion that lulls me better than any lullaby, and I fall deep into a feverish sleep.