Chapter 18
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
ALISA
Troy kicks off his pants and pulls off his shirt as soon as Easton sits back to watch him.
“Troy, angle yourself toward Alisa so she can watch when you blow without me touching your cock,” he says.
“How? I don’t know how that’s possible,” I say, my hips grinding down on Silas’ lapping tongue. “Oh my god. Please don’t stop. I’ve never had anyone eat my pussy like this.”
Everyone wants to fuck me without the buildup and foreplay. My alphas aren’t like this at all. Despite not being able to feel the scent matches, I’m beginning to become very possessive.
I’ll fight with my brothers until I’m blue in the face, these men are good for me. I’ve known too many bad alphas… I can tell the difference.
Young doesn’t mean dumb.
“We’re going to spoil you so good,” Troy says, laying down beside me. He lifts his legs and grabs them at his thighs, pulling them up to bare his hole to East.
“You were born to bottom,” our alpha groans, getting comfortable to eat Troy’s ass. His thumbs spread him as wide as possible and then he’s dragging his tongue along his hole.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp, gushing into Silas’ open mouth. He groans, sucking on my clit.
“The Little Fighter also rides like a champ,” Lyle murmurs, kissing up my neck. “You’re so goddamned beautiful.”
“I feel it when I’m with you,” I whisper. “Uhhh, Silas! Yes! Oh god!”
Troy moans as he watches, his fingers curling tightly around his thighs to keep from touching himself.
“He’s being such a good boy, isn’t he?” Lyle asks.
“So good. Can he really come like that?”
“Only time will tell. Easton, push your tongue into his ass and grab some lube. I think he can take a finger or two.”
“Oh fuck,” Troy groans. “That feels so good. Yes. Easton, ugh!”
Precum gathers at the base of his cock and I lick my lips as I watch it.
“Ask for what you want,” Lyle whispers. “Doesn’t his cock look fucking juicy?”
“Yes. Why do I want to suck cock?” I whimper. “I don’t even like to.”
“Because you like him,” he says. “It’s a whole different kettle of fish now, baby. You’re going to have urges that you haven’t before. Whatever it is, make sure to talk to us about it. If you want to try out toys, let’s fucking go? Or, if you want to peg one of us…”
Silas and Troy groan at that, and I find myself shivering as I imagine it. Slick slides out of my asshole and pussy, and Silas’ cock jumps in his joggers. Fuck, these men are effortlessly sexy.
“Oh. Well then,” Lyle chuckles. “Noted, baby.”
It’s low, knowing, and makes my pussy clench on nothing. His fingers glide down my back, pressing in gentle circles as I ride Silas’ face. He never pushes them inside of me, and I cry out as I find myself moving closer to another release.
Continuing on, his fingers push inside my pussy, rocking in and out to give me something to clench around as he continues to whisper in my ear. Easton gets up to grab lube from the side table and my eyes widen as he winks at me.
“This room gets a lot of action when Lyle has tough cases. To keep his blood pressure down, I fuck him into Silas’ ass. He’s in a much better mood afterward.”
“We’ve been together a long time,” Lyle murmurs. We watch together as Easton pushes lube into Troy’s hole, and I moan as I watch Troy take a finger inside of himself. “We are very well versed in the male anatomy…”
Troy’s hips jerk upward as East works his way in, and moans as our alpha sucks on his very heavy knot.
“Does that feel good?” I ask, dark sparkles crawling across my eyesight as Lyle hits a new spot inside of me. Sex is only pleasurable because I’m an omega, forced on me because I’m a kept pet. But this? God, I feel worshipped as he presses kisses against my hair.
“So good,” Troy groans. “His fingers are long and now…God, he’s curling the one inside of me.”
“Easton has something to prove to Troy,” Lyle whispers. “You’ll have to suck on his cock another time, baby.”
I pout at him and he chuckles as he kisses me until I’m clinging to him.
“I want to see if I like it,” I breathe against him. “Would you think I’m settling if I ask to suck yours?”
“Never,” he grins. “Come for me again, and then you can have my dick, Alisa.”
God. Fuck. Yes! The promise of having him in my mouth is erotic enough to have me riding the edge of my release until Silas grazes my clit with his teeth.
“Ahh!”
Troy grunts in response to my scream, and I watch a third finger push into his ass. He’s been a very busy alpha. Greedy man.
“Silas is fucking loving your cum,” Lyle growls into my ear as I figure out how to breathe again. “Have you tasted your slick before?”
“I don’t…” I’m currently at a loss for words and I shake my head as he lazily pushes his fingers in and out of me.
“So good,” Silas mumbles, sounding as if he’s drunk. He pushes his joggers down, swiping his fingers over my pussy lips before fisting his cock with a groan.
“He’s completely slick drunk,” Lyle chuckles. “Isn’t it adorable?”
I nod, looking up at him to see if he’s serious about all of the things he’s been saying.
“So impatient,” he murmurs, pushing down his pants.
We all left the house pretty casually, knowing we weren’t going to see anyone but Troy. I moan as he pulls his fingers out of my cunt, and he smirks as he smears my slick across my lips.
“Now we can taste your slick together,” he says, kissing me. I hold tightly to his hair as I’m surrounded by sensory input.
There’s the sounds of Silas eating my pussy like a starving man, Troy getting his ass finger fucked, and his loud moans as Easton hits the sweet spot inside of him. It’s all making my stomach feel tight with arousal.
“No matter what’s happening, I’ll make sure we both get to see Troy cover himself in cum,” Lyle promises breathlessly.
Gazing at him trustingly, I do something I’ve never done of my own free will before. Opening my mouth, I drop my tongue out and moan for his cock. Kissing my temple adoringly, he drags his hand over his shaft, spreading my slick over himself.
“Oh damn, really?” Troy moans. “God, this is going to make me blow.”
“Not without permission,” Lyle growls, sliding the crown of his cock along my tongue. “Hold it the fuck in, Troy. Is that understood?”
“Shit.” The word is resigned, and I smile around the tip of Lyle’s cock as he presses closer to me. “Yes…oh fuck me, sir.”
“I suppose that will have to work,” Lyle smirks. “Mmm. Your lips feel so good. Your mouth is nice and wet, Alisa.”
With shallow thrusts, he jerks himself off into my mouth. His caramel flavor makes me greedy for more, and his precum slides down my throat, coating it like dessert. His hand fists the base of his shaft, and I grab a palmful of his muscled ass.
As much as they all joke, Lyle is very fit.
“If you want more, you’ll have to take it,” he groans. “I’ll be happy with anything you want to give me. Fuck, I want to live in your mouth, baby girl.”
Squeezing his ass, I tentatively pull him closer until I feel my eyes sting as I swallow around him.
“You don’t have to push yourself… Oh, god. Alisa!”
There’s a power a girl feels when she feels a man break apart for her.
I feel it fill me as Lyle loses his tightly bound control, and I feel him thrust a little deeper each time.
His cock is thick and veined, and his tattoo of a scale flexes with each movement on his right inner arm as he strokes himself.
One side of the scale is empty, while the other holds a gun. That’s the heavier side. The message is clear: sometimes you have to fight with force to get justice. It’s definitely how Lyle lives his life, it’s simply more quiet and lethal than others.
“Remember, Troy,” Easton growls. “Don’t come until Lyle tells you to.”
The reminder is probably necessary, because I don’t think Lyle remembers himself what he told Troy. His pupils are slowly blowing out with desire, and I can tell he’s doing his best not to completely fuck my face.
I’m not sure I’m ready for that, but I am loving exploring his cock. My tongue glides down the thick vein on the underside of his shaft, and I can taste both myself and him mixed together. Groaning, I push him back slightly so I can swirl my tongue around the crown of his cock.
“Yes,” he hisses. “I’m yours to play with, Little Fighter. Have your fun.”
I can feel his precum getting thicker as I swallow it down, and I eagerly hollow my cheeks. Muscle memory kicks in despite how much I’m enjoying myself, and I keep myself present and grounded by focusing on the feel of Lyle’s hand cupping my face.
“That’s it. Stay with us,” he whispers. “You’re so good at this. Fuck, the things your mouth and throat can do makes me want to burn the damn world down in your name. Yes. God. You need to decide where you want me to come, Alisa. I’m close…”
I’m unsure if I want to swallow his cum, but it doesn’t feel right for him to spill anywhere else.
His groans are pornographic, and they ramp up everyone else’s.
Silas’ sounds as he fists his cock push vibration through my body, and my toes curl as my body begins to shudder.
Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever come this much outside of a heat.
The snick, click, clicking sounds as his hand moves over the tip of his cock have my legs pressing against the sides of his head as I moan.
“Mm. Squeeze his head, Alisa,” Easton groans. “You hear his noises? He fucking loves it. No, Troy. You can hold out. You’re milking my fingers so fucking well. One day, you'll graduate to a cock, but not yet.”
“Fuck!” Troy screams, desperation clear in his voice.
I stiffen slightly, but Lyle rubs his thumb over my cheek gently.
“Tell Alisa you’re fine, Troy,” he murmurs. “You can hold out, right? You can have a cock when you can take a butt plug.”
“I’m good,” Troy gasps. “Easton is torturing me with his finger flick. It’s killing me. It’s taking everything not to come. Alisa, I’m fine, just dramatic as fuck.”
“See?” Lyle chuckles. “Where am I coming? Down your throat? Or on your gorgeous tits?”
I relax and pull my alpha closer, bobbing my head up and down while he begins to corkscrew his hand at his base.
“Yes. Fuck, my cum is yours, baby. I’m there, fuck!”
Warm cum fills my mouth and I swallow it down eagerly.
He tastes incredible, and I pull him closer, until my nose nuzzles his knuckles as he fists himself.
I make sure he knows exactly how much I’m enjoying myself, loving the way his hips jut forward haphazardly.
There’s no rhythm, simply instinct as he curses and moans as I drain his knot of cum.
Lyle is breathing heavily as I pull back, licking my lips as I release him.
“Your turn,” he rasps. “I know you’re close too. Watch Silas and Troy as they come for you. They’ve both been holding out.”
Turning my head toward them, my eyes cross as Silas does something with his tongue that almost shoves me over the cliff of my release. I’m close to being too sensitive, but he’s balancing that razor edge very well.
“Let go, Troy,” Lyle growls. Silas curses, the word pressed against my sensitive flesh. They both explode all over their toned muscles, and I jerk over Silas’ face at how fucking gorgeous they are.
It’s animalistic and raw, forcing my orgasm from me with a scream. I’m nearly sobbing as I come down and Lyle pulls me into his lap.
“You’re so amazing,” he whispers, holding me.
My alphas crawl toward us, and Troy pushes the strands escaping my braid off my forehead. His smile is understanding as he kisses my fingertips, and Easton rubs my back. I can smell his cum and I wonder why as I glance over my shoulder.
“I came in my pants,” he shrugs. “Shared, intense emotions can trigger tears. It’s totally normal. We’re going to give you all the cuddles as you come down. You went into a place called subspace.”
“That means you’re getting aftercare and love,” Lyle adds. “I didn’t think it would hit you so fast, but we are also a bit overwhelming.”
“And then you’re joining Troy in a warm bath,” Silas rumbles.
“But Dad,” Troy groans, making me giggle through my hiccuping tears.
This isn’t about sadness but an overflow of stimulation. I loved every part of it, and it tells me there’s a lot I don’t actually know about sex.
“Daddy will spank you,” Silas says goodnaturedly. His face is covered in my slick, and Lyle licks the side of his face, making me giggle. “You’re responsible for not letting her drown, Troy. She may fall asleep on the tub with you.”
He’s not wrong, but I’ve never laid in a tub just to relax before. Is this what it’s like to be taken care of? Sighing happily as I relax against Lyle, I decide I really like it.