Callisto snarls at him again and collects Red’s legs like he plans to never release her. “No!” he declares. The rising alpha dominance makes the hair on my arms stand on end, but Zack chuckles. In one lightning-fast hop, he gets behind Callisto, wrapping an arm diagonally across his chest.
“Ohm-ee-ga needs rest. You give her too much sex.”
Callisto fights him, trying to hold on to Red, but I peel his fingers off her thighs as Zack drags him backward. I’ve neverseen Callisto so primal, and it makes my dick even harder considering I’m next. The moment his grip slips, I plant myself between Red’s legs.
“Here, Calli,” I tell him, pulling his hands down onto my naked body. “I’m here to help.”
He snaps back as fast as a rubber band and grabs me, hands tight on my hips. I gasp as his fingers dig into my bond mark. Although he’s burning up, recognition dawns in his eyes as he kneels between my spread legs and tilts my hips up.
Zack’s prep saves me because Callisto drives his slippery cock right inside the back door, all the way to the hilt. I choke, grabbing his hands. Fuck, could he split my stomach open? He thrusts hard, balls slapping my ass, shunting me into Red’s spread legs. She’s a mess of cum and slick, so wet it coats my back. She slumps as Callisto thrusts me into her.
Zack slides Red up the bed, and she snores softly as he cleans her up and tucks her under the comforter. She’s so exhausted she can’t even hear her newest alpha fucking his cock into me.
I moan. Calli must like the noise because he groans as well and leans over me to drag my head closer for a kiss. The movement stretches my spine, but I hang onto his neck to reach. I always wanted to know what he was like, half-blind with lust and shaking with the force of his need. He looks as heavenly as I thought, glistening with sweat and smelling like a sawmill.
Sweat plasters his hair and highlights his rounded biceps and the hints of a six-pack sliding over my belly. I grind up into him in delight, and he growls, straightening to find a better thrusting position. And then he doesn’t stop.
All the rough sex I’ve had barely prepares me for the way Calli uses me like a doll. Our first union was gentle, but now he’s animalistic, full of delicious strength and inhumanity. It’s as if all our hidden, secret desires break open, burning our inhibitions away.
“Ricky,” Calli moans out, conscious enough to know who’s in his arms. He gasps a few times and stiffens. “Fuck. Slap me away if I’m too much. Shit!” He thrusts harder, out of control. “Or sic Zack on me.”
A laugh works through my chest, but I barely have the energy to see it through. There was a time we all got upset about Calli talking about siccing and calling Zack, but I know he means well in this instance. And it emboldens me, knowing Zack can pull him off . . . although right now our wild alpha naps beside Red.
“Fuck, I can’t,” Callisto growls out through his delirium, fingers digging into my waist. “I won’t stop!”
I grab my best friend’s hands and tug them to my chest. “Harder, Calli,” I breathe out.
A surprised noise gurgles in his throat, but he takes up my invitation, knocking the breath from my lungs with his strokes. I’m sure we’ve both come once or more already, but the sensations colliding in my body are so overwhelming I can barely discern orgasm from pure, raging lust.
And then I feel it. Harder and more knobbly than any finger, Callisto’s knot shunts against my seam.
“Shit, Calli!” I mutter. Well, we should be fine, since asses aren’t designed for knots. Surely he won’t—
He rumbles and spreads my cheeks with his hands, driving hard in short thrusts.
“That’s not where it goes, Calli,” I whine, my heart pounding. Maybe I should wriggle away, or shake Zack awake. But he was so reluctant to sleep earlier that he might refuse to sleep again.
What do I do?
Callisto looks down at me, mouth open with ragged breaths, and reaches out to cup my cheek. The affectionate touch silences my outburst, and I cradle his hand to my skin. Why not accept everything he wants to give? I was so desperate to see him through a rut, will I really give up my chance to take everythinghe’s got? I’ve never even attempted it before, and since it probably won’t fit, there’s no harm letting him try.
Callisto strains into me, his pace changing from thrusts to circular grinds. My breathing runs all over the place as I alternate between tensing and coaxing myself to relax. If nothing else, he’ll wear himself out trying.
The alpha growls and lifts my legs by the knees before leaning over my waist. I grab the bedspread to hold myself in place as the pressure grows on my ass. The hard mass smacking my spread pucker feels like a simultaneous fuck, fisting, and light punishment. And it’s bloody amazing.
I whimper and squirm, torn between desire and fear. If it’s this good on my entrance, what would it feel like inside?
Calli hisses in frustration and changes position.
“It’s okay, love,” I gasp out. “You’re doing gre—” My body shifts, molding around his knot, and one edge slips up inside. My breath stutters to a halt. Fuck, I was wrong. What man in the fucking universe could take a knot in the ass? I grip his wrists, trying to hold him in place.
Callisto roars with triumph, hooks my leg up over his shoulder, and drives home with a shocking pop.
The ceiling swims as I’m knotted for the first time in my life. I gape for a breath that won’t come.
Tingles shoot in all directions, birthing more electric chain reactions that firecracker through me. I’m so full I can’t even breathe, but every slight spasm of my body triggers the rippling sensations all over again.
I scream as I come so hard it feels like my dick will explode from the force. White cream jettisons in the air all the way to my chin, a second orgasm shooting through me when Calli groans and tenses, knot and dick swelling to full size and locking his cum in my system.
