Chapter Sixteen
Trent groaned when Kyle’s lips reached Alison’s spread pussy, when he dragged his tongue up her drenched sex.
He’d been walking past when he’d scented her, when he’d heard those sounds she made when she was so close to the edge, and he’d been unable to take a single step away.
And now he was damn glad he’d come in.
He captured her nipples between his fingers, closing down on one then the other before tugging softly at both. They’d drawn into hard points beneath his attention, as he rolled them between his fingertips.
“So what did she do to deserve this?”
Daniel huffed a soft sound, as though he didn’t need to be punishing her in order to enjoy her. Still, he answered. “Woke up to find her gone this morning. Second morning in a row, and we’d already had a conversation about it.”
Not the biggest offense, but he suspected Daniel had been looking for a reason to do this.
Though, of course, Alison had her safe words. She could always stop anything she wanted to.
Which meant she was as invested in this game as they were.
“That wasn’t being a good girl.”
Her eyebrows furrowed, as if those words stung.
That had him almost ready to take them back. A sharp look from Daniel kept him from it, though.
He cupped her breasts in his hands, teasing the nipples with his callused thumbs.
“You know better than to ignore us, pet. I know you can do better.” He used the words to help relieve the sullen expression on her face, to bridge that gap between him, reassuring her, but also keeping the lesson front and center.
He understood, of course. Alison didn’t like to listen, not because she wanted to be a brat but because she didn’t want to be a burden.
She didn’t want to wake them if she couldn’t sleep.
She didn’t want to ask them to help her with anything.
He’d seen it when her all-of-five-foot self had been balanced precariously on a flimsy stool trying to reach a bowl on a high shelf in the pantry, a shelf any of the alphas could have reached for her with ease.
However, instead of asking them, she’d risked herself. He’d tossed her over her shoulder and pinched her ass before fucking her—not that he expected she’d learned much from it.
This time, however? She wouldn’t forget this.
She parted those soft lips of hers—no doubt to say something about how it wasn’t a big deal—but Kyle delivered a hard lick to her right then, stealing away whatever she’d planned to utter.
He drove her hard, not giving her any chance to resist him. Daniel’s hands on her knees kept her spread open, and he shifted his hips up, sinking himself deep into her ass.
She twisted, but there was no way to gain leverage. She was one hundred percent at their mercy, and Trent had to admit, he loved it.
He cupped one of her breasts and brought his lips to it, teasing for only a moment before nipping at the stiff peak, dragging his teeth across it to add yet another element to all they were forcing on her.
Her cry was thin and desperate as she came, that frantic writhing of her body increasing.
And they were only at two. She had a very long time ahead of her if she refused to give in.
They all paused as she caught her breath, that moment her chance to think, to reconsider.
Kyle’s gaze ran up her body, his blue eyes intense and locked on her face.
As soon as she opened her eyes, when she’d seemed to come back to herself, he returned to her cunt.
Trent groaned at the shiver that ran through her, and the way she whimpered at Daniel’s first thrust made him wished he’d already stripped. He wanted his hand around his cock—something, anything.
He contented himself with her perky breasts, with teasing her nipples, with leaving love bites and hickeys across the flawless pale skin. She’d wake tomorrow with the blemishes, like little brands, and she’d think of him.
She did every time she saw the bite. As bad as he should still feel about it, he’d shed any real guilt.
He loved his claiming bite on her shoulder.
He’d never grow tired of glimpsing it from beneath the straps of her tops, from the way she’d stroke her fingers over it when she didn’t know he was watching her.
Yeah, he refused to feel guilty about one of the few things he’d done in his life that he wanted that much.
“All you’ve got to do is ask,” Daniel growled, his voice deep as he plunged his cock into her harder.
She threw her head back, resting it on Daniel’s shoulder, so Trent took the offer and nipped her exposed throat. Something about it felt like so much more, like a submission even deeper than the rest, as though she trusted him to keep her safe when his teeth were so close to her pulse.
The metal on the headboard groaned with her next orgasm, the yanking of her hands showing she was nearing her limit.
They gave her even less time to rest after that one, ramping up the pressure, forcing her to adjust, to accept everything they had to give.
The sounds she made came constantly now, broken only by gasps. Sometimes she moaned, sometimes she whimpered, but every uttered, breathless plea had him ready to come. Hell, at that point he didn’t care if he just rubbed himself against the mattress. Anything for a little friction, for some relief.
“Well, I hate to admit it,” Daniel said just before he nipped her ear lobe. “But I think I might be outmatched.”
Kyle snorted before he flicked her clit with his tongue. “I doubt that. She is fucking shaking right now.”
And she was. The trembling was so strong it was as though she were frozen, like her body was full of so much energy she couldn’t stay still. Each touch from them only made it worse.
Daniel huffed a soft laugh. “I figure one more thing will push her right over. I doubt the stubborn little omega will manage to resist anymore if we get her knotted. Fill her that much and she’ll break.”
Trent growled, the sound torn from his throat before he thought about it.
A hard bark of laughter came from Kyle. “Pretty sure that tells us who wants to help there. Go on, Trent. Something fitting about you, the softy, being the one to force that girl to take two cocks.”
Trent didn’t need to be offered twice. He all but ripped off his shirt, then stripped out of his pants, leaving it all on the ground before crawling between Alison’s spread legs.
Her hair stuck to her forehead, matted by sweat, her eyes shimmering and wetness tracking down her cheeks.
He leaned in, forgoing her lips to kiss over the tears, a tiny act of sweetness to remind her that even when she was being punished, even when she didn’t like everything they did, they only did it because they cared.
Whether she got the message or not, he had no idea.
He took his cock in his hand and ran it through her folds. She was beyond drenched, her messy cunt hot and swollen and more than any man could resist. When he rubbed the head of his cock against her clit—that got a reaction. She jerked wildly against Daniel’s hold and her cuffs.
“Easy,” Trent told her.
Daniel snorted before speaking into her ear, just loud enough for Trent to hear as well. “You ready, sweet? He’s going to take his cock and plunge it into your sweet little pussy. You think you’re full now? Imagine a thick knot, too. I’m pretty sure you’ll be begging us to stop soon.”
She opened her mouth, and Trent could see the request on her lips. The trembling increased as if the words just wouldn’t come, like she was more afraid of them than she was of the alphas, of her reaction.
And that killed him. Poor girl. As much as Trent didn’t love punishments, he had to admit that if they could make a breakthrough, if she actually learned she could ask them for help, it would all be more than worth it.
He fitted his cock against her and pressed into the tightness of her cunt.
Alison was feral by the time the first inch of Trent’s hard, thick cock stretched her. Each inch after was worse, her body so sensitive it shot bolts of pleasure straight through her, and she couldn’t do anything to prepare or resist.
Thankfully, Daniel kept still. It was the only blessing, that he didn’t further torment her—at least in that moment—because she had no doubt it would happen.
Trent’s cock hadn’t ever seemed this large, and since she doubted he’d grown since the last time she’d had sex with him, it had to be another example of just how far they’d pushed her.
She felt close to breaking, at her limit, and yet the simple words wouldn’t come. She couldn’t speak them, whisper the easy request.
Why? What the hell was wrong with her?
The cuffs kept her arms stretched up, forced her to endure the feelings the alphas pushed on her without even being able to grasp them, to feel she had any amount of control.
Trent’s chest vibrated as he growled, the sound so low she wasn’t sure she heard it at all rather than just felt it.
Still, he forced inch after inch into her until he was fully seated, until he was so deep that she didn’t think she had any space inside her at all.
And right then, when she pulled in a shaky breath, when she thought for just a moment that she could handle it, Daniel moved.
He shifted back and plunged in, moving her up just a bit to give him room to really thrust.
Everything inside her broke apart. She squeezed down around them both, her body fighting for some level of control as she came, as she was washed away by their want and their demands and yet felt safer than she ever had before.
How the fuck was that possible? Here she was, pushed past her limits, not even enjoying the sensations anymore, at the mercy of three alphas she was pretty sure didn’t have any, and yet she had no worries about her safety. She’d never felt more protected, more…cherished?