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“Take my cock.”

The combination of his hand and his purring releases something inside me, and I relax, breathing through my nose and letting his hard length slide in and out of my throat with ease.

Well, perhaps ease is not the right word.

Nothing about this is easy. I’m contorted backward like an acrobat. I’m bent like a martyr on the rack, totally at the mercy of my three Alpha torturers.

The pack is sharing me. They are using me like their little communal fuck toy for the whole gathered crowd to witness. Everyone can see my stretched holes oozing with wetness as the Alphas’ pulsating members pump in and out.

I’ve never known such fullness. I never even knew it was possible.

Three savage voices purr and snarl around my tormented and penetrated body.

“Yes. Take it. Take it all like a good omega.”

The swirl of sensations is too much. These three beasts are invading my flesh. Their hands are everywhere on me. Dog reaches up, his hand molding one of my bouncing breasts. At the same time, Truk reaches down and squeezes the other. Kane’s hands, meanwhile, roughly knead the flesh of my ass which is still plugged with his knot.

Kane grunts and begins to spurt inside me again, filling my forbidden channel with a second load.

Dog follows immediately after. His knot forms just inside my entrance, and my ring cinches around him as he starts to gush. His howls of hot release echo through the chamber.

A moment later, Truk’s knot balloons inside my mouth. I have to open even wider to take it, and my jaw aches from exertion. His cock pulses, emptying his load straight down my esophagus.

I feel a faint twinge of regret that I don’t get to taste. He is buried so deep in my face, that every shot is sliding straight into my stomach.

This is insane.

The sensation of fullness is nearly unbearable.

I’m being fucked and knotted by three feral Alphas…

I lose myself in the throes of innumerable spasmodic orgasms, each one more intense and toe curling than the next. My mind passes in and out of consciousness as I come again and again.

It is a long time before their knots finally abate and they slide out of me wetly, spilling a mess of churned fluid from every hole. My body is weak, and I go to collapse, but six strong arms support me, lowering me gently to the mossy dais.

There is no sound in the room now. All of the watchers have left.

It’s just me and my three Alphas.

My masters.

My protectors.

My pack.

They curl their bodies around me, cradling me and enveloping me with the warm blanket of their breath. My body is a mess of different fluids—sweat, spit, semen, and my own thick and slippery arousal.

Naked, used, and exhausted, I pass into slumber, surrounded by the rhythm of three strong and dominant hearts.

PART FOUR:

THE MESSAGE

CHAPTER 30: TRUK

The slender beam of Sloane’s flashlight stabs into the darkness, probing and licking the carved wall of the ancient mineshaft tunnel.

The passageway snakes through the bowels of the earth, curving gently as it goes. It is roughly circular, cored into the solid stone by some enormous machine over a century ago. Every twenty yards or so, the roof is supported by rusted metal girders to ward off a collapse. Suspended from some of these girders, upside-down bats blink blindly at our intrusion.