Chapter 6
Chapter
Six
KEVIN
I can feel that my heat is beginning to let up when I finally open my eyes.
I have no idea how long I’ve slept for. I vaguely remember complaining about being picked up and taken to the bathroom for a bath.
However, Morgan and Cian both fucked me in the warm pool-like water before washing up.
I fell asleep laying against Cian at some point, and the passage of time doesn’t feel real.
The sheets are clean, soft, and smell like my alphas. At some point, they must have changed the sheets for me, but I have no idea when. I’ve simply been focused on the next orgasm, the next love bite, and the snuggles.
My alphas. Fuck. I’m delusional, right? They bit me, but I don’t remember either of them asking for a bite. Do they need to? I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
Morgan and Cian are both passed out on either side of me, and my lips curve with excitement as I see that Cian’s cock is fully erect, even in sleep. Mmm, yummy.
I’m anxious, and sucking on Cian’s thick cock is exactly what I need right now. Sitting up, I crawl over to him, easing his legs apart slightly so I can settle between them. I can feel my heat breaking, and it feels as if I’m coming down from an intense high.
Dropping my tongue so it’s flat, I wrap my hand around Cian’s cock and lick up the underside of it before sucking on the crown of his shaft. Cian grunts loudly, his hips jutting up to shove more of his cock into mouth, but remains sleeping.
Hmm, I wonder what it’ll take to get him to fuck my face. Leisurely enjoying myself, I bottom out on his cock, swallowing him down until my nose is pressed against his pubic bone. Fingers thread through my hair and pull me closer, and my eyes flick up to Cian’s face.
His expression is filled with desire, his lips parting as he groans, but his eyes are still shut.
I’d grin if my mouth wasn’t already busy, so instead I swallow and suck harder as I entertain myself.
My goal is an unhinged alpha to rut into my mouth and a bellyful of cum, and I’m insistent on getting it.
My hand squeezes his knot while my mouth waters and the saliva pools down his knot and into his asshole.
Playing for a little while longer, I come up for air only when it’s absolutely necessary. His eyelids are twitching as I enjoy his spicy vanilla flavor, but I need more. Cian has lots of pretty promises, and I want him to deliver. If he’s insistent that I’m his, then he’s mine as well.
Biting down hard on the base of his cock, I squeeze his knot before shoving a couple of fingers deep into his ass. Cian cries out as his eyes fly open, his hands fisting my hair as he comes hard. I can’t breathe, my eyes are weeping with the sting of pain, but I’m getting everything I want.
His knot fills my mouth as I swallow around it, and Cian mindlessly fucks my face. His pupils are blown out, there’s no one home, and his hips are thrusting shallowly as he pushes my threshold of pain.
“Fuck, you’re such a brat,” he groans. “Take…more. I have another load of cum for Daddy’s little whore.”
Shuddering, my hips fuck the sheets, driving my cock into the bed in search of friction. The bond is snapping fully into place, and I can feel a mixture of darkness, joy, and feralness on the other side of it. All I can focus on is being exactly what he told me to be: his little whore.
The word itself has no meaning outside of the fact that I’m desperate for another taste of him.
It doesn’t matter that my mouth is overflowing with what he is already pumping down my throat, I need more.
Throat working to squeeze his cock the way I’ve learned that he prefers, I lick and suck his knot as I swallow.
Hands grip my ass, and I instantly recognize Morgan’s touch.
His hands are softer than Cian’s and he isn’t as rough.
I continue to fuck Cian’s tight hole, pushing more fingers inside of it.
Morgan enters me without prep, and I know that I can take him.
I’ve been fucked for hours and days, I simply don’t know for how many.
Orgasms and cum are all I have, all I want, even as I come down from my heat.
“Greedy boy,” Morgan growls into my ear as he thrusts harder. His movements are grinding my cock into the bed sheets, pushing me closer to my release.
All I can do is release a strangled cry of agreement as Cian loses his precious control, and I’m very well fucked between the two of them. I never thought this would be possible when I signed up for the heat spa, but I’m so fucking glad it is.
“Fuck, fuck,” Cian groans mindlessly as his hips begin to lose steam.
“I swear your ass is my favorite type of strangulation for my cock,” Morgan groans. “Milk me dry, Kevin. You fucked around, you’re definitely going to find out now.”
I practically preen with pride as I feel them both come, and I desperately attempt to swallow down everything Cian gives me. Unfortunately, I can’t, and my tears are of frustration as much as happiness that I achieved my goal.
Lifting my head, Cian’s eyes begin to clear as he gazes down at me.
“Such a gorgeous mess,” he murmurs, his thumbs moving to clear my tears. “Share some of my cum with Morgan. He’ll clean you up. It’s all down your chin.”
“I have no idea what your game is, but I won’t say no,” Morgan mutters, pulling me up to sit against his chest.
The position changes how deep his still hard cock is, making me whimper as I grind down on his knot.
“Fuck, you’re insatiable,” Morgan says, his hand fisting my hair to draw my head back.
His tongue drags along my chin, while his other hand works my cock. It doesn’t matter that my cum is staining the sheets, I need one more orgasm.
If I’m honest with myself, I don’t know that it’ll ever be just one more orgasm. My asshole has to be red and puffy from all the fucking of it, but I’m happy to suffer later. Maybe I can get one of them to ice my hole for me.
Morgan’s tongue expertly cleans up the cum that leaked out of my mouth and then he’s kissing me hard to find any hidden traces. Warm lips warp themselves around my cock, and I whine in surprise as I bounce on Morgan’s cock.
“Just one more,” Cian mumbles, letting me push his head down to suck down my cock.
Between the two of them, I feel as if I’m losing my mind. They’re worshiping my body, pushing me to my limit, and I love it all.
“Yes, Daddy!” I scream, surprising myself as Morgan and Cian push me over the edge.
Morgan groans as he shudders, and I can feel the warmth of his cum as he fills up my ass.
Cian lifts his head, licking anything that may have escaped with a smug expression.
“We need to feed you,” he murmurs.
“Will you grab a butt plug for me, please?” Morgan asks.
“Mmm. Yeah,” Cian says, standing on wobbly legs as he moves to the toy cabinet to pick one. “We promised that you’d stay stuffed full of cum, Kevin. May as well show you that we keep our promises.”
Morgan pushes my face down on a clean section of the sheets before he pulls out of my ass, making me gasp.
Quickly, the wide plug begins to be pushed inside of me and I groan at the stretch.
It doesn’t matter that my hole is gaping slightly from being well used, I can still appreciate being filled again.
Cian grabs my hand and I gaze across at him as I squeeze it. His eyes are intense as he watches me take the plug, and I whine in annoyance as I see that he’s wearing a pair of pants.
“If I don’t cover up, I’ll definitely be fucking you again,” he explains. I have a bag of clothing to change into, and I wonder if they do as well. “Now relax so you don’t leak all over the kitchen chairs and I’ll start breakfast.”
Cian winks at me before releasing my hand and walking beyond the curtain that separates the room from the rest of the space.
“Is he for real?” I whisper to myself, my back arching from habit as Morgan finishes plugging me. Fuck, do I feel full.
My heat has officially run its course, and I feel deliciously boneless.
“That’s what I wonder too,” Morgan sighs. A crack across my ass cheek makes me clench on the plug, and I shudder with a small moan. “God, you’re so much fun. Up we go, time to get some answers.”
It’s hard to get upright, and my legs are still shaking once I do. They tried to get me to eat and hydrate, but I really am a brat while in heat. It’s why I was tentative about coming here. Who wants to deal with the hot mess I become when I lose myself to my heat?
Not once did Cian or Morgan complain. Tease me? Absolutely, and I loved every second of it. Now, reality is peeking her busy body nose into my affairs, and I really don’t like it.
I want to pull on something comfortable, but I don’t have a clue as to what.
Morgan sees me standing in the middle of the room, staring into space, and he leaves for a second, before returning with a large hoodie.
I would love to say that I’m that omega who is delicate enough to wear his alpha’s clothing, but I’m not.
Skeptical, I pull the hoodie over my head before pulling on a pair of fresh boxers and find that the hoodie actually fits and smells like Morgan.
“How?” I ask, confused. It’s huge.
“I didn’t realize they ran oversized when I ordered it,” he shrugs. “I decided to keep it because it’s perfect for bumming around the house. I also had some badly bruised ribs I was dealing with.”
“How did that happen?” I ask, following him out to the little kitchen.
“I jumped on them,” Cian grunts, sliding a plate of pancakes, fruit, and eggs to me on the kitchen table.
Sitting down heavily, my eyes widen as he also places maple syrup in front of me. Damn, they have this place well stocked.
“In my defense, he was sleeping with my wife,” Cian mutters, continuing to plate food.
Beginning to spiral, I wonder how the fuck this is supposed to work if he’s married.
“Kevin? Hey!” Cian calls out, suddenly in front of me, caging me with his body. “Which part are you freaking out about?”