52 Kit
Torture.
This heat had been absolute torture to live through, and I grew tired of it.
Even though my insides felt like they were melting away with every spasm of need, I fixed my nest. If I ever needed peace and security, it was right now, and my nest provided that for me.
It was hardwired into my code to set up a place where I could be cherished and loved on, but it usually came with the claim of a pack.
Since I didn’t have that, I nested for myself, rounding the blankets along the edge to make the hole feel more settled with Damien’s shirts.
I had his sandalwood and the lingering scent of Ryatt’s pack.
Everything had a coating of sweat, but I knew better than to change my sheets when in the middle of my cycle.
Once everything went back to being where I wanted it, I let myself sprawl over the back pillow to face the door.
My canopy of lavender hung around, and I let myself pretend I belonged to someone special enough to walk in and claim me.
I’d be their princess in this lavish life, and they’d want to dote on me.
Closing my eyes, I had to stop these fantasies before they became too much.
My reality was already hard to handle sometimes.
Hearing my door handle turn, I opened my eyes as fast as they had closed.
I found Ryatt with Damien in my entry. Both looked primal, predatory, and I was their prey.
Slinking into my room, neither waited for me to give them the okay.
“Kitty,” Ryatt greeted me by my nickname as though it was fair game now that we fucked.
“What’s going on?” I looked between them both as they took to traveling on opposite sides of the room, climbing onto my bed.
“Remember when I asked if you could have us both, would you want us?” Ryatt’s stare displayed danger, daring me to press him for more.
“I told you yes, but we know that’s impossible.” I sat up just as each Alpha neared me. My heart skipped a beat when they removed their shirts for me to see their hardened abs. Ryatt was stockier than Damien, but Damien had the scars of surviving that I loved to study.
“We found a way,” Damien whispered, diving in for my neck to begin kissing from the left.
“All you need to do is trust us,” Ryatt added, joining Damien’s idea from the right.
Blinking, I tried to make sure this was all real as my head tossed back to give them better access. Gasping, I could barely breathe now that my mind picked up on this being real as Damien skimmed the nerve right below my ear. Ryatt nibbled on the lobe on his side, and I lost my mind.
Two sets of hands began roaming over every ounce of flesh, lifting my lingerie over my head to expose me completely between them.
Neither wasted a second, fondling the breast on their side while still devouring my neck, nipping along their paths.
I could only focus on the intricate sensations their combinations were making along my exposed skin.
Spiced sandalwood. I never knew I’d long for it until the permutation presented itself, but they fused into one intoxicating scent.
Whimpering, my thighs began to rub together, coaxing them to hear the wetness gathering between them.
Damien turned me to face Ryatt so I could kiss a pair of lips as his traveled down my spine, nibbling over every sensitive nerve back there.
This had to be the most erotic kiss of my life, but I grew greedier. I wanted more from both.
If they had a way to give me everything I wanted, I knew I’d never say no to trying.
Maybe by feeling a sense of belonging again, it would take away the absence in my soul that Saul created by claiming me too soon.
Maybe by merging with two, I wouldn’t feel it again.
That hope was dim, but I loved the two who had me now.
If I belonged to them, it would drown out this harrowing sorrow.
I gripped Ryatt’s shoulders, more than aware I’d have them both at once.
It wasn’t my first threesome, but it would be with two men who didn’t know each other as well as Ryatt’s pack.
Damien gave me confidence without knowing it.
Trusting me with someone I trusted, joining for me to be fully satisfied.
Ryatt also agreed, and I couldn’t comprehend how hard that had been when he wanted me for his pack.
I deepened our kiss, swiping my tongue along the roof of his mouth before flicking the back of his teeth and pulling out.
Moving away, I wanted to meet his stare, questioning with my eyes if he was truly okay with this path between us.
There’d be no going back. He nodded, caressing my cheek before kissing me again.
He then moved to my ear, blowing gently into it.
“I’m a big boy, Kitty. I know how to share my favorite toy. ”
A shiver racked through me, trembling the skin Damien kept kissing.
He licked all the way back up from the base of my spine, shifting my nightie to complete it, making a cool path from the air hitting the damp skin.
He found my other ear, running his nose along the edge of it.
“Don’t worry, we sniffed each other’s asses to make sure we’d get along.
My pack is here right now, hitting it off with the others. ”
I hummed my approval to their words, but it came out as a moan, causing them to groan in response.
Biting the corner of my lip, I let my hands reach to each crotch, rubbing the hardness hidden within their pants.
They didn’t need another hint, taking off their jeans by getting on their knees then their asses.
Shirts and my negligée were easily tossed off and forgotten as they held me between them with our three naked bodies.
Glorious praising left their lips, calming my nerves even more.
They showed being capable of working together to let me have both.
Loving it, I let them move my body to sit where they wanted me.
Ryatt was the one who stopped my hands from jerking them with my saliva.
“Should we mate her now for her to know exactly how it’s going to feel being ours during her heat? ”
“Good idea.” Damien pulled away from me with Ryatt. They shared a mischievous smirk. “Should we melt her panties a little more first?”
“Panties? When have either of you known me to wear them?” I huffed, breathless from their teasing.
“We’re more powerful than I thought. They melt before she can think about putting them on,” Ryatt jested.
Rolling my eyes, I was over their bromance.
Well, until they pulled a fast one on me that would’ve ruined my panties.
Leaning over me, the Alpha males began kissing sensually.
I witnessed how they came together with their corded necks of muscle, smelling of different packs.
Ryatt had light brown hair that paled to Damien’s midnight shade.
Though, their tans were opposite because Damien didn’t see the sun much.
They moved closer, only keeping my closed thighs between them, so the tips of their cocks began rubbing. Neither denied how good it felt, so they swiveled their hips lightly to keep up their sword play. It was nearly too much for me.
While I had seen male on male action plenty—just like yesterday with Kashmir and Franco—it hadn’t been two rivaling Alphas.
They were laying it all on the line for me because they loved me this much.
Plus, this formed a bond between them that promised me they’d think of each other as a mate outside of their own bonds.
Biting the corner of their mouths, they let me see they were sharing blood.
This must be how it had to be done, and I wondered if Leia told them.
A savvy tech girl who knew way too much about everything, and the reason we had so much information to build this place.
Our eyes in disguise, Leia played her part perfectly in all of this.
Though, thoughts of her went out the window as the two men let their hands move down to join their dicks in the play time.
Stroking the other, I watched how their arms made an X over me to handle the opposite cock.
My chest heaved with all the lust beginning to drip from my core, leaking my smell even more.
It only encouraged their fun to ignore me for a while longer.
Now that their mouths were coated in the other’s blood, they looked my way.
This was it, and I knew I’d finally fill the hollow hole inside of me enough to breathe normally again.
“We’re going to place our mouths over your neck, and you’re going to have to shove us to break the skin all at once.
It must be at the same time, so we’re having you control it instead of counting.
Once you force us down, we’ll bite. We’ve practiced on each before coming to know how to gauge the timing.
” Ryatt set himself back to being on my right, letting his mouth find the hollow of my throat, leaving Damien the scarred side his father created.
It fit for him to have it, and I understood the reasoning.
We lost the same Alpha we disdained. He’d replace that bite over the burn to help me recover from it.
Surprisingly, none of the men mentioned my face with the dud insignia on it, and I was grateful for it.
They never stared at the mark when I could see it, making me feel a little more normal than my body protested.
Once they were in place, I knew the time arrived.
I was about to be part of two packs. Their mouths exhaled against my skin, triggering goosebumps to line the flesh.
This was it, and I had to do it perfectly to not lose the other.
With so much weighted on my shoulders, I blocked all the problems that could happen from entering and yanked them toward me.
My eyes were closed as I felt their teeth sink into me at the same time.
Gasping, I tried to hold still as the merge began.
Live wires lit throughout every vein in my body, grounding to my core, centering in my soul.
This was what home felt like as it warmed through the marrow of my bones, igniting the part of me I thought had been dead for years.
I felt alive for the first time in almost a decade, and I belonged.
Crying, I couldn’t help the overflow of emotions.
Maybe recovering from the drugs heightened my real-life feelings, but I was happy to show them the joy this brought me.
Ryatt was the first to remove his mouth, turning my body for Damien to have my pussy.
Their stares communicated without words as Ryatt kissed me while Damien slipped inside of me.
For the first time, I was being taken by my mates.
I never thought this would happen. It nearly erased the body count I had in their absence, forgetting the worst of it now that I had the best. Damien met my eyes before shoving in, so I nodded that I was fine with it.
Ryatt wanted me to focus on Damien making love to me, so he began rubbing my shoulders, relaxing me to take his knot.
It brought back so many memories, ones I missed. Who knew so much could remain after time ruined so much? My empire might be ruined, but I didn’t care right now. I had the life I wanted with the men I needed. Rebuilding was what I became good at, and I had them to help this round.
“You look beautiful, taking his cock like the pretty little Omega you are,” Ryatt cooed.
My pussy ached in satisfaction as his cock stretched me to take him, but I whimpered from the words.
Damien humped me by rounding his hips fully for me to feel him even more.
Ryatt used it against me. “You’re such a good girl, Kitty.
Always wanting to please us with those sounds. ”
I mewled even more, but I wasn’t happy because he wasn’t getting pleasured.
Rolling myself over, Damien had no complaints taking me in this position.
He fucked me from behind, our instinctual position.
My mouth devoured Ryatt’s dick in a single swallow to shove him down my throat.
I wouldn’t let up as I gagged and choked on his girth.
“W-what?” he wanted to ask, but his words ended when I kept curling my tongue around his tip. Being spit roasted, I hadn’t felt this good in forever.
As much as I wanted it to last, I could already feel my orgasm coming.
Thanks to my heat, it didn’t take much penetration.
Both men scented the change as I readied to squirt.
Ryatt began fucking my face because I paused for the crash of ecstasy.
Rearing back, I forced him to stay inside me as it began.
I cried out, but Ryatt’s shaft gargled the sounds.
The muffling triggered him to begin cumming.
Pouring down my throat, I took his heaping spurts of cum and swallowed repeatedly.
Damien began to explode with me, knotting deep within to give me his hooked load.
I opened right up for it, riding each wave as both my holes were filled to the dripping brim, readying to overflow.
Most of it stayed in my mouth, but some managed to leak from the corners.
I knew my eyes were watering, but Ryatt only loved that more as I looked like a proper whore to handle his mess.
Unlike the men who treated me like one, he kept rubbing my cheek, brushing the hair out of my face, and he whispered how perfect I was for him.
The praise had been new, but I learned I loved it from all the rubbish I went through before.
Drowning in their cum, I let myself bask in it.
I was an Omega finally taking her Alphas’ knots.
I finally belonged, and I handled them like a pro.
My body gave completely, telling me this was the last wave to my heat cycle.
A sigh of relief left my lips because I now had the brain power for other things, and I wouldn’t be so exhausted.
I’d be free of this sexual imprisonment.
I drained them dry, and they held me in their arms after we finished, promising not to leave my bed until I woke up this time.
Ryatt learned the hard way to not put me through that again, so he patted the pillow for my head to rest on as each man placed an arm over my middle.
He also set his shirt beside Damien’s two, understanding why I had them now.
My reminders of freedom, and his would remind me of the day they gave me my heart back.
I was now the Omega of two packs, but I felt like we were one.