Chapter Alec
Alec
She was thinking too much. I could see it in her eyes—in the hesitation, the graceless way she moved. The tip of my cock rested between those hot, wet lips. I waited patiently until she used gravity to sink down my length.
But it wasn’t enough.
She was still in her head.
Her eyes were slightly vacant, yet fixed on me.
That wouldn’t do.
I squeezed her throat until her eyes bulged and she began to blink rapidly. I hummed deep in my chest when her cunt clutched at me for dear life.
So hot.
So fucking tight around me.
Her nails curled into my chest, and I loosened my grip.
“Focus.”
She gasped for air as fat droplets of water tipped over her lower lashes, rolling down her cheeks. I glanced over her shoulder to Rowan.
He was ready.
I gripped her shoulders and pulled her down, then reached for her arse cheeks, spreading her open until Rowan was in her arse. With years of practice, we moved instinctively—each of us knowing exactly how to position, how to assist.
“Good girl. You’ve nothing to worry about as long as you obey me,” I whispered.
Her hand relaxed. Her nails stopped digging into my flesh.
She began taking deeper breaths as Rowan eased into her arse. Her hand slid from my chest to my shoulder, gripping me as she moaned in pain.
“It’s a tight squeeze in there,” I said lightly. “But that tiny virgin hole stretched out for me—twice. You’ll be fine.”
That was when I noticed Nick.
I didn’t know when he’d returned, but he stood naked a few feet away, casually sipping from a mug of coffee like this was any other morning.
“My greedy girl,” I murmured, smiling down at her for Nick’s benefit. “Your arsehole sucked up my loads. It’s time for another in this stunning hot hole.”
The smile only widened when Nick looked like he’d just sucked on a lemon.
I slid my hands around her waist, holding her steady as Rowan’s cock began to rock inside her. I could feel him—so close now, almost there. The tension coiled tight between us.
When Rowan finished, he gathered her hair and wrapped it around his fist, pulling her head up with a firm grip. I caught her upper arms, bracing her while she placed her hands against my chest. I dug my heels into the mattress, waiting.
The room was thick with heat, with the lingering scent of last night still clinging to the air.
Our new fuck room.
One sharp nod was all the signal I needed.
I reset my grip on her waist and hauled her upward, snapping my hips forward as I slammed her back down. Rowan held her suspended between us, locking her in place. Her howl of pain tore from her throat, low and raw, and it drew a growl from my chest.
There was no pause. No space for adjustment. We took her as she was, watching the conflict burn bright in her eyes—pain and pleasure tangled together.
“Fuck,” Rowan snarled. “Our little fuckdoll. Yeah—keep your holes open for us.”
My cock twitched inside her.
Her breasts hung low, swaying with every movement, every forceful thrust.
It didn’t take long before I felt her gush around me, the shift unmistakable as her cries broke apart—pain dissolving into desperate gasps.
This wasn’t indulgence.
This was conversion. Conditioning.
I drove into her until she soaked my pelvis, my balls, every inch of me. Long. Relentless. Brutally satisfying.
“The nice new ass whore is broken in,” Rowan rasped as his pace quickened. “I can’t wait to see how much she leaks when it’s Nick’s metal cock in here.”
I snorted, bouncing her back against me as she began to grind instinctively. I flicked a glance at Rowan—he already knew.
He released her hair and grabbed her tits for leverage, riding her arse harder.
Three seconds.
That was all it took.
She detonated.
Her scream split the air, hanging there as we finally let go. Grunts, curses, broken sounds followed—hers swallowed by ours. Her rapid contractions dragged me under, my cock pulsing as I spilled inside her.
It was hot.
Nasty.
And I couldn’t look away as she milked me dry, my gaze snagging on the red marks blooming beneath my fingers on her neck.
Her hair slipped forward, covering them—snapping me out of it.
I lifted my focus, widening it until all three of them were in my peripheral vision.
Rowan was staring at her with something close to admiration. Ella lay there panting softly, dazed, her body slack—but beneath it all was vulnerability.
Nick lingered to the side, close enough to want in, close enough to ache for it. His caution wasn’t directed at us—it was wrapped tightly around her. Protective in its own twisted way.
But it didn’t hide the war raging beneath his restraint.
This could become something special.
If Ella survived us.
If she was strong enough to become part of us.
And for that…
We would need to sully her soul a little.
“Pull out,” I drawled. “Let’s show Nick her dirty, come-filled holes.”
Rowan chuckled.
He was still chuckling when he pulled free, slapping Ella’s arse as she moaned. I lifted her off my dick as she hissed, steadying her before shifting her position—angling her just right so Nick could see everything.
He didn’t shy away.
He set his coffee down on the nightstand.
I barely restrained the urge to snap at him about not using a coaster.
Ella buried her face against my neck, the movement instinctive for her—but distracting for me.
Grounding even.
Nick stepped closer, holding up three fingers.
I smirked and tipped her chin up.
“Open up, sweetheart,” I murmured. “Have some breakfast.”
Nick pressed the mess he’d collected into her mouth.
“Suck it all up, whore,” he snapped.
I flicked a glance toward Rowan. He was lying on his side, watching us with quiet interest, completely at ease.
None of us spoke.
The only sound in the room was Ella, obediently sucking our come from Nick’s fingers.
What a wonderful morning.