Emery jolts violently against me, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as she’s stretched wide, caught between my knot filling her cunt and Beau’s cock pushing deep into her ass.
I swear to god my vision goes white from the pressure of it.
“Jesusfuck,” I choke, my voice wrecked. “I canfeelhim through her.”
Connor groans, releasing his grip on one of her cheeks so that he can stroke his own cock, fisting it hard.
“Yeah,” he pants. “So can she.”
Beau snarls as he bottoms out fully, hips flush with her pert flesh, his hands still holding her open, holding herthere.
“Shit,” he growls. “You’re clenching so fucking tight, Omega. Goddamn.”
Emery whimpers, her whole body shuddering as tremors ripple through her, pleasure and pain tangled so tight I’m certain that she can’t tell them apart.
Her scent spikes again, slick dripping down onto my thighs, her body shaking between us.
She’s helpless.
She’s perfect.
“Such a good fucking girl,” Beau rasps, starting to move now—slow, brutal thrusts that grind her against me with every stroke. “Taking her whole pack like she was made for it.”
“She was,” Connor growls, leaning in to press a rough kiss to her temple. “This is what she needs. Every hole full. Knot in her cunt, cock in her ass—”
Beau cuts him off with a low, dangerous sound, pulling back just long enough to look down at her properly.
“Sweetheart,” he says, voice dropping into that calm, commanding register that makes her body go pliant instantly. “You can take it, can’t you?”
She nods, fast and desperate.
“You want to please your Alphas,” Beau continues, one hand sliding to her jaw, thumb pressing just enough to make her look up at him. “You want to give us everything.”
“Yes,” she gasps without hesitation. “I want it.Anything. I want to—please—”
Beau smiles.
“That’s what I thought.”
He slams back into her again, hard enough that she cries out, her body jolting forward against mine. The angle drives her deeper onto my knot, grinding it right against the ridge of her entrance, and I can feel her clench—feel her slick flood around me again as she whines through it.
“Fuck,” I breathe, arms locked around her, trying to hold her still as Beau fucks her from above; rough and deep, claiming and relentless. “That’s it, Omega. You’re taking us so well. Let him wreck you.”
Her body is trembling, overstimulated, and still begging for more.
I can feel Beau through her: feel every brutal thrust of his cock up into her ass that makes her tighten around me, makes my knot pulse harder inside her, caught deep. I can hear him too:the sound of skin slapping against skin, his rough breaths, the filthy growl in his throat every time she whimpers.
She’s pinned between us—held open, held down—and sheloves it.
“Connor,” Beau snaps. “Fill her mouth.”
Emery doesn’t even hesitate. Her tongue darts out, lips already parted, and Connor steps in immediately.
From where I’m lying on my back, I have a perfect fucking view—his cock hard and heavy, dripping at the tip as he grips the base and lines it up to her mouth. He fists her hair in one hand, tilting her head up just enough, and the head of his cock bobs right over my face as she opens for him.
“That’s it, Omega,” Connor groans. “Open wide, sweetheart. Let me use that pretty mouth.”
She moans as he slides in, and I can feel the way her whole body jerks again from the stimulation. Her moans are thick, and gagged, butdesperate.
