Chapter 8 #3
“You’re a little thing, Princess,” he murmurs.
“You can push the limits with me, make mistakes, and the most that’ll happen is a little degradation and punishment.
It’ll all be things that you’ll want, and I’ll never go past that.
What happened when we first met will never, ever happen again. Things went too far.”
My legs naturally wrap around his waist warily as I take a deep breath and process his words.
“I will never share what’s mine with anyone outside of the two alphas waiting in the diner for us. And that’s because we already share each other. Do you understand?”
“What if…I’m not sure?” I ask, waiting for him to get angry with me.
“Not sure if you want us or for me to fuck you?” he asks, grabbing his cock so that he can drag it along my pussy. His dark chuckle when the crown of his cock bumps my clit is pure evil.
“I think I’ll die if you don’t fuck me,” I whimper.
Lore grins, saying, “I don’t doubt that, because I feel the same way,” before thrusting deep inside of me.
My eyes roll back as I whine. The stretch as his hands pull me down the length of his cock is intense. He’s so wide, and I swear to god it feels as if his dick goes on forever.
“You’ve got another orgasm for me, don’t you?” he purrs, making me gasp as he fucks up into me.
“I’m going to make you work for it,” I say, my breaths coming faster.
I’m a damn liar because I can feel the flutters beginning again deep in my belly. It’s fast and furious, and my fingers curl into his shirt as I meet his intense gaze. His lips are shiny with my slick, his face currently clean shaven.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he murmurs, kissing me hard.
Lore presses my shoulders against the wall as he pistons his hips, while holding my ass up.
The angle means that he’s hitting an even deeper angle inside of me, and my eyes flutter closed.
God, this man is going to fucking wreck me in every way possible.
My g-spot sings Lore’s praises while all sense leaves me.
My eyes fly open when Lore pinches my clit, and his lips crash harder against mine to muffle my scream as I come.
“That’s mine,” he says against my lips as he kisses me. His thrusts fuck me through my orgasms and into another, making me squeal as it becomes almost too intense. “Fuck, I could do this forever, Princess.”
His knot grinds against me as his thrusts become less forceful.
“Goddamn,” he whispers in prayer. “Your pussy is incredible. Greedy little omega. One day you can have my knot, but not today.”
“Lore,” I whimper, clinging to him as he pulls me closer.
“I know, baby. God, I’m going to fill you up,” he groans, burying his face in my neck as he slams into my pussy twice more.
I can feel the warmth as he releases ropes of cum inside of me, and I belatedly remember that we forgot a condom. At least I’m on birth control, right?
“I’m going to fix your panties and you’re going to sit with my cum inside of you while you eat your pancakes,” he says, kissing me into silence when I begin to protest. “I always want to be bare inside of you, Princess.”
“You’re a caveman,” I mutter, hissing as he lifts me up. His cock slips free and I almost pout at how empty I feel.
No. Absolutely not. I will not get dick drunk!
Lore fixes my panties with a small pat that’s adorable and annoying in equal measures before putting his dick away.
Then he drops to his knees again to help me pull on my pants before moving me toward the sinks to wash our hands.
It’s such a normal and domestic thing to do together, outside of the fact that he fucked me in the diner restroom, and I have no idea if anyone else heard.
My cheeks flame as I dry my hands, and Lore tosses both his and my paper towels away before unlocking the door to walk us out. There’s still no one outside, and I try to fix my hair.
“You look freshly fucked,” Lore chuckles, sliding into his seat as I growl under my breath.
“Come eat,” Storm grins from the booth as I sit next to him.
My bag is between us while it wasn’t there before, and I raise my brow in surprise at him.
“I realized that you’d left it on Lore’s bike and I didn’t know if you’d need it,” he shrugs. “I know girls need…girlie things.”
“Cute,” Wilder chuckles under his breath.
“We’re paying for breakfast so you won’t need anything from your bag either way, as nice as it was for Storm to grab it,” Lore says, giving the other alpha a meaningful look.
I’m not sure I like the way he said that.
“And why are you paying for my meal?” I ask. I kind of figured they’d insist on paying, and since I don’t have anything more than a twenty dollar bill in my wallet, I figure I’ll gracefully allow them to.
The waitress brings us food and a new mug of coffee with a wink since mine is cold before hurrying off, which gives Lore plenty of time to figure out what to say. Cutting a piece of steak with his knife and fork, he shrugs.
“We’re officially courting you,” he says, taking a bite.
My food smells amazing, so I ignore his absurd statement to pour maple syrup over my pancakes and take a bite.
“Mmm,” I sigh, chewing slowly. This is so fluffy and delicious.
Storm chuckles under his breath while Wilder does something that looks suspiciously like adjusting his cock in his pants underneath the table.
“Do I have any say in this courting?” I ask, putting my fork down to doctor my coffee with three sugars and two mini creamer cups.
Lore, Storm, and Wilder all watch my every movement as if they’re memorizing it all. It’s kind of overwhelming to have this much of their attention on me.
“Kitty, you have a load of Lore’s cum in your sweet pussy. I can smell him on you,” Storm murmurs. “I’d say that’s pretty enthusiastic consent.”
“We’ll see,” I murmur, refusing to agree.
“I promised you knots and reparations, Princess,” Lore says. “Are you going to make me a liar?”
Wilder smirks as he waits for me to reply, his green eyes glittering as he takes a long sip of water. I can’t take my eyes off his throat as the muscles work to swallow.
Why is that so fucking sexy.
Lore clears his throat to get my attention, and I pull my gaze away. Taking another bite of my food, I hum in happiness. I really am starved after all that exercise.
“I think you’re the only one who can make yourself a liar,” I decide. “Show me that you mean it without taking my decisions away.”
Storm flinches at my words, but Lore is already speaking.
“We’re staying in town for a while, Princess. One of us will be taking you to and from work. It’s not safe for you to walk, and the bus route isn’t my favorite. You’re much safer on the back of one of our bikes.”
“Mmhmm,” I say. It’s a much faster option, that’s for damn sure. I think I’m going to choose my battles.
I don’t completely hate them anymore, but we have a way to go.
“I’ll take it,” Lore decides. “We also got a brownstone in the area.”
“That’s…odd?” I ask, confused.
“What’s odd about it?” Wilder asks.
“It’s not what I expected you to say,” I explain.
“We haven’t stayed in the same place for more than a couple of days in years,” Wilder says. “Home has always been on the back of a bike.”
“Is that normal for all bikers?” I ask, eating some of my eggs.
“No, most chapters have a clubhouse or base of operations. We enjoy the open air and jobs that take us all over,” Storm says.
“I’m trying to make my home Minneapolis. This is just another reason this won’t work,” I say calmly.
I’ll just make a list of pros and cons. That’s what any respectable omega should do, right?