Chapter 33 #2
“Can’t finish the job?” my father sneers.
“I have better things to do,” I shrug.
My feet are swept out from underneath me as strong arms lift me up.
“Calling it?” Silas asks gratefully.
“Going into heat surrounded by my family isn’t the best idea I’ve ever had,” I admit.
“Oh fuck,” Lars says, understanding. “Want me to make him shit himself?”
“Could you?” I ask, grinning because it’s kind of sweet. “Waterboarding and an electric prod in unmentionable areas really fucking sucks. That’s his fault too.”
Caleb grabs a chair and breaks it over my father’s body.
Everyone else moves back as parts of it fly everywhere, and I gasp as Caleb yanks our father’s pants down.
He stabs him with a pointed shard of wood in the general area of his penis until it’s a bloody mess, completely destroying it.
Well, I suppose I didn’t really need him to piss himself again.
“Those truth bombs are rough,” Lars grumbles. “Go. I’ll find a way for Hollis to send you those photos. Caleb is going to be losing his shit for a while longer.”
Resting my head on Silas’s chest, I nod. My filter isn’t working, I can’t mask, and I finally release a whimper as a cramp hits me so hard, my asshole clenches.
Fucking ow.
The world goes fuzzy as I bury my face in Silas’s shirt, and my pack begins to move. I know my brothers can handle this, and I’ll get to enjoy photos later.
It’s the best of both worlds.
“I hate this,” I mumble.
“How long have you known you were going into heat?” Silas asks.
“I didn’t really, not even when I started getting dizzy when I walked to the SUV Easton was driving earlier.
I figured it was from crying at the bar.
It wasn’t until I had the whip in my hand and I started to feel really warm that I knew something wasn’t right,” I admit.
“Hollis could tell, I think because my smell changed.”
“You smell delicious, and that’s the problem,” he chuckles. “This is mine. East already found us a rental. I told him what I thought was happening when you were having your fun with the whip. You have a mean arm, baby.”
I can’t do more than huff out a laugh as he hustles me into the SUV, with our pack on his heels.
“Lay back,” Troy says, his hands on my thighs to lift them. Silas helps lean against him as Troy slides me down until he can pull my jeans and panties down to my knees. “She’s right. Jeans fucking suck, Lyle.”
“Fine,” he snorts. “She won’t need them where we’re going. Rip them off.”
I squeal as my alpha does just that and drags his tongue up my thigh, lapping at the slick escaping from my pussy.
It’s like a fucking river at this point.
The cramps increase as if my body knows I’m close to having my brains fucked out and it wants to cause the maximum amount of pain before that can happen.
“I’m going as fast as I can, Alisa. I swear it,” Easton says as he drives. “Are you mad you couldn’t finish killing your dad?”
Troy shifts his body until my legs are over his shoulders before using his fingers to spread my pussy lips open. Silas pulls on my braid until my head drops back, keeping me there to kiss and nip up the column of my throat.
“She’s not going to have time to be mad,” Troy growls as I whine.
“Good,” Easton chuckles. “You were something else with that whip, Alisa. You would have a job anywhere in the world as a dominatrix if you wanted it.”
“East,” Lyle groans.
“My body does what it wants to. I don’t have any control over it,” I moan. Troy is using his tongue and nose to keep me very happy. My clit sings as his nose rubs against it, and his tongue pushes deep inside my pussy as he eats me out. “Troy. Fuck. Please!”
“Don’t fucking crash,” Lyle growls at Easton as the tires drift off the road, and Silas chuckles.
“Let’s give Lyle high blood pressure, Little Fighter.” Silas’ lips are soft and insistent as he swallows down my whimpers and moans, and he licks the seam of my lips to open further for him. “I can’t wait to show you how good a heat can be, Alisa. We're going to take such good care of you.”
My orgasm is growing at a freakishly slow pace. I can feel tingling in my toes, and it’s crawling through my body. My heels dig into Troy’s back as I gasp, and he doubles down and pushes his thumb into my asshole as I cry out.
“You taste so fucking good. I can’t wait to bury myself deep inside your sweet pussy. I need to knot you.”
“I want a knot. Alpha!” I cry out, breaking away from Silas’s lips as Troy sucks on my clit.
“Fuck. Goddamnit. Why did I have to drive?” East complains. “Thank god it’s a fucking farmhouse not too far from here. It smells like the bakery of my dreams inside here.”
“Silas, you smell awfully turned on,” Lyle chuckles.
My hand finds my alpha’s cock, and I squeeze it until he hisses with desire.
“Turn over,” Silas says. “I need to fuck your face, baby.”
“Yes. Fucking. Please,” I gasp.
Troy manages to turn me over without hurting anyone and Silas shoves his pants down his hips.
“Are you kidding me?” Easton asks. “Troy, fuck Silas’ cock down Alisa’s throat. If I can’t participate, then I’ll sit in my cuck chair and direct.”
“You’re so fucking dramatic,” Lyle snorts.
“Sure. Let’s have the pot calling the kettle black, Lyle.”
Troy’s thick crown nuzzles over my slick and puffy lower lips so fast it takes my breath away as I lick up Silas’s slit.
“Don’t tease,” he groans. “I don’t think I’ll make it long before blowing down your throat.”
Ooh. Alpha cum. Fuck yes.
Words are hard to string together as I wrap my lips around my alpha’s cock and suck on it.
“Hold onto something,” Troy growls, thrusting hard into my slick entrance.
“Is that what you wanted?” Lyle asked, his body twisting to watch. “Your pussy looks so good stretched around Troy’s cock. Easton’s pants are tented so high, I’m afraid it may get in the way of the steering wheel.”
I giggle around Silas’ cock, but I’m cut off as Troy begins thrusting in earnest. Silas’ hand wraps around my braid while his other clamps around my torso to keep my body from tumbling to the floor.
Groaning, I become Troy’s own personal fuck toy as he pushes me where he wants. My nose grazes against Silas’ pants since he pushed them down just enough to pull out his cock. I hate that I can’t touch his skin and whine to complain to management.
“You can be half naked, but I can’t yet,” Silas grunts. “This is our equivalent of just the tip, little omega. Take it or leave it.”
I pinch his leg through his pants, smirking as he hisses, and give myself up to Troy’s rhythm. Silas’ hand tightens into a fist, pulling my braid at my roots, making my cunt clamp around Troy’s cock.
“Oh fuck,” Troy rasps. “You feel incredible. I can’t wait for you to milk my knot, baby. You’re going to be my pretty little slut, aren’t you?”
Fuck yes. I really am.
“Oh, she likes when you talk dirty,” Lyle chuckles. “Our girl will always tell you what she enjoys.”
My cheeks probably look like a chipmunk and I have cock filling both of my holes. I’d say I’m very happy right about now.
Silas begins thrusting upward into my mouth, and all I can do is hold on for the ride as he takes control.
His cock is all I can think about as it forces its way past my gag reflex and down my throat.
Troy’s hand cracks across my ass, and I squeal.
I’m a human seesaw and I don’t want to be anywhere else.
“We’re here!” Easton yells, turning into the driveway like a madman. “Remove your cocks from our omega and get her inside.”
“Jealous,” Silas chuckles, lifting me off his cock. “Damn. I didn’t get to feed her my cum.”
“I shaved five minutes off the drive,” Easton confesses. Troy pulls out as I hiss, and fixes his pants before he steals me away from Silas.
“Someone get our bags,” he says, bailing out of the car.
“Troy. Ah!” I squeal. I’m now staring at his firm ass after he lifted me easily over his shoulder, and he pats my naked butt before sliding his thumb down to find my clit. “Don’t drop me!”
“I got you.” He has one arm clamped across my thighs as we walk, and my alphas rush to follow us. “I’m fucking her against the side of the house if someone doesn’t open the door. Lyle, you’ll have to deal with the sex tape. There’s no way they don’t have cameras here.”
“Goddamnit, don’t even joke about shit like that!” Lyle yells.
Easton runs to enter the code and Troy places his hand over my pussy so no one can see anything. I don’t have the ability to care, because if one of them doesn’t fuck me immediately, I’m going to scream.
Troy runs through the house and claims the largest room before tossing me onto the bed.
“Strip and present to your alpha, baby girl. I want to fully enjoy your pretty cunt.”
I almost combust as I hurry to pull off my shirt and the horrid bra I had to put on today. At least he did the heavy lifting with my pants. My shoes and socks get thrown as well and then I’m ass up, head down for him.
“Jesus Christ, isn’t that a pretty sight,” Easton growls, already pulling off his clothes.
My alphas are stripping as quickly as possible, but I need them immediately.
My cheek is pressed against the soft coverlet, and when I inhale, I smell nothing but my alphas.
God love the owners of this rental for not using any kind of heavy scented cleaner.
“We are locked up tight for the next few days. The fridge is stocked too. Get your ass moving, Troy. We have a very needy omega who needs to be fucked.”