She wants it.
Wants all of us.
Everywhere.
Above us, Beau is fuckingwild—sweat-slicked, flushed, eyes dark and feral as he watches his cock disappear into her ass again and again. One of his hands is gripping her hips tight, the other dragging down her spine, and his abs flex with every thrust.
“She’s made for this,” he growls down at me. “You feel that, Theo? Feel how tight she gets when I fuck her like this?”
I nod, panting heavily. “She’s squeezing me tight—I can barely breathe.”
Connor chuckles breathlessly, angling her mouth so she can take him deeper.
“She loves it. You hear that, Omega? They canfeel each otherthrough you. You're that fucking tight.”
She moans again, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth as she works Connor’s cock deeper. Beau grits his teeth and slaps her cheek with a wetsmack, watching the way her whole body jolts in response.
“You want to please your pack, don’t you?”
She hums a whimper around Connor’s cock, nodding as best she can, and he hisses at the sensation.
“Say it,” Beau demands, his pace never slowing. “Say who you belong to.”
Connor eases back just enough to let her speak, his cock falling from her mouth with a wetpopas her lips smack together.
“I’m yours,” she gasps, voice ragged and reverent. “All of you. I’m yours.”
The scent in the room explodes—sweet and slick andfinal—and I swear something clicks into place.
A tether pulling tight.
A low, instinctual hum that settles in my chest and spreads to my gut.
Connor groans low, feral with it, and grabs a fistful of her hair again.
“Open back up, Omega,” he growls. “Show us how grateful you are.”
She obeys instantly, and her eyes roll back the second Connor shoves his cock past her lips again.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he pants, kneeling over me now, practically straddling my chest so he can feed himself down her throat. His balls slap against my sternum as he thrusts, hand tight in her hair, guiding her. “Just like that. God, you were fucking made for this.”
Her body jerks again as Beau lets out a filthy, guttural groan above us. He’s fucking her without mercy now—deep, brutal thrusts pounding her down onto my cock and back into his—sandwiched between two knot-thick alphas and taking all of it.
“Look at her,” he snarls. “She can’t even think anymore. Just wants to be used.”
“Shelovesit,” Connor growls back. “Fucking soaking us. Bet you feel her squeezing both of us.”
“Every time you slam into her, it grinds my knot deeper,” I grit out, hips twitching helplessly beneath her. “She’s shaking.”
“She’sflying,” Connor smirks, sweat dripping from his jaw. “That’s what she is.”
Beau’s thrusts grow harsher, slamming in to the hilt, barely giving her a second to breathe between strokes. The couch shudders beneath us as Emery lets out a muffled, gurgled moan around Connor’s cock, and it makesallof us groan.
“She’s gonna come again,” I gasp, feeling her pussy clench and tightening my hold around her. “Fuck, she’s close—”
“Not without us,” Beau bites out. “Not yet. Not until we finish.”
“Ready for it, Omega?” Connor pants, his strokes growing faster. “Ready to be filled with alpha come?”
