"Don't touch me," I said as he climbed onto the bed, but my voice came out weak, pathetic. The heat was already building again, my body preparing itself for the next Alpha despite everything my mind was screaming. "I don't want?—"
"Yes, you do," Ethan interrupted calmly, settling between my spread thighs like he belonged there. He'd removed his shirt, revealing a lean, muscled torso that was paler than Mason's, with a smattering of dark hair across his chest. "Your body is already responding to me. I can smell how wet you are."
He was right. I could feel the slick pooling between my legs, could feel my inner walls clenching around nothing, desperate to be filled again. Mason's cum was still leaking out of me, andsomehow that made it worse, the evidence of what had just happened, of what was about to happen again.
"I said yes to the sex," I managed, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. "Not to being claimed. You can't?—"
"I can," Ethan said simply, his green eyes boring into mine. "And I will. But first, I'm going to make you feel good. That's the deal, isn't it? We help you through your heat, and you let us."
"That's not—" His hand slid between my thighs, and the words died in my throat.
"So wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing through the mess of slick and Mason's seed. His fingertips slid through my folds, parting my swollen pussy lips, spreading the wetness everywhere. "So messy. So ready for me. You're absolutely dripping, Avalon."
His fingers found my entrance, still stretched and sensitive from Mason's knot. I could feel how open I was, how loose and used and thoroughly fucked. When he pushed two fingers inside, my walls still clenched around him, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Ah!" I cried out, my hips bucking involuntarily. "Ethan?—"
"That's it," he said, his voice low and intense as he fucked me with his hand. He curled his fingers, finding that spot inside me that made everything go white. "Right there. That's what you need." He pressed harder, rubbed faster, and I screamed. My pussy clenched around his fingers, slick gushing out around them, making obscene wet sounds as he worked me open.
"God, you're tight," he groaned, adding a third finger. "Even after Mason's knot, you're still gripping me like a vice." He scissored his fingers, stretching me wider, and I felt the burn mix with the pleasure. "So hot inside. So wet. I can feel you clenching, trying to pull me deeper."
He added a fourth finger, and I gasped at the stretch. My pussy was so swollen, so sensitive, that every movement sentshockwaves through my entire body. I could feel his knuckles pressing against my entrance, could feel my walls struggling to accommodate the width.
"Ethan," I whimpered, my hips grinding against his hand despite myself. "Please—" His thumb found my clit, swollen and throbbing, peeking out from its hood, and pressed down hard. He rubbed tight circles over the sensitive nub while his fingers curled inside me, and the dual sensation was too much. I came with a wail, clamping down on his fingers, my whole body convulsing. Slick gushed out around his hand, soaking his palm, dripping down to the already-ruined sheets. The orgasm tore through me in waves, and he didn't stop, just kept fucking me with his hand, kept rubbing my clit, kept pushing me higher.
"That's one," Ethan said, his voice rougher now. "Let's see how many more I can pull out of you before I even get my cock inside." He didn't give me a moment to recover. Just kept working his fingers in and out of my sopping wet pussy, curling them against my g-spot with every stroke. The wet sounds were obscene, a sloppy, rhythm as he finger-fucked me through the aftershocks.
"Please," I heard myself whimper. "Please, Alpha, I need?—"
"I know what you need," Ethan said, finally withdrawing his fingers. They were coated in my slick—thick, sticky strands connecting them as he pulled away. He brought them to his mouth and sucked them clean, his green eyes never leaving mine. "You taste incredible. Like burnt sugar and sin."
He unfastened his slacks with efficient movements, pushing them down along with his boxer briefs. His cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach, and I couldn't help but stare. He was slightly longer than Mason but not quite as thick, with a slight upward curve that I knew would hit all the right places inside me. The head was flushed and angry-looking, a bead of precum leaking from the slit. His balls hung heavy beneath,drawn up tight with need, and at the base of his shaft, I could see where his knot would swell.
"I've thought about this moment for years," Ethan said, wrapping his hand around his cock and stroking slowly. I watched a fresh bead of precum well up and drip down his length. "Thought about how you'd look spread open beneath me. How you'd sound when I pushed inside. How tight you'd be."
He positioned himself at my entrance, the head of his cock nudging through my slick folds. I could feel the heat of him, the hardness, pressing against my opening.
"Reality is so much better," he murmured, and thrust inside.
I screamed. My body accepted him easily, still stretched and slick from Mason's claiming. But his cock was different, the curve hitting spots Mason hadn't quite reached, dragging along my front wall in a way that made stars explode behind my eyes. He buried himself to the hilt in one smooth stroke, his hips pressing flush against mine. I could feel every inch of him, the ridge of his head pressing against my cervix, the slight curve of his shaft stretching my walls, his balls resting heavy against my ass.
"Fuck," Ethan groaned, holding himself still inside me. His cock twitched, and I felt it pulse against my inner walls. "You feel incredible. So hot and wet and tight."
"Move," I gasped, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Please—move—" He pulled back slowly, and I felt every inch drag along my sensitive walls. The friction was exquisite, his curved shaft rubbing against that spot inside me that made my toes curl. When just the head remained inside, he paused—letting me feel the stretch of his cockhead holding me open.
Then he thrust forward again, hard, and I saw stars. He set a rhythm that was controlled but relentless, long, deep strokes that hit that spot inside me over and over. Each thrust drove the air from my lungs. Each withdrawal left me feeling empty,desperate for him to fill me again. The sounds were filthy. I was so wet that his cock made squelching, sucking sounds as it pumped in and out of me. I could hear the slap of his hips against my thighs, the wet smack of his balls hitting my ass with every thrust. The room filled with the obscene symphony of fucking, skin on skin, wetness on wetness, my moans mixing with his groans.
"Listen to that," Ethan panted, his hips snapping faster. "Listen to how wet you are for me. Your pussy is making such pretty sounds, Avalon. Sucking at my cock like it never wants to let go."
"Alpha," I moaned, the word slipping out before I could stop it. "Alpha, please—harder—" Something shifted in his green eyes—something dark and hungry breaking through the control.
"Harder?" he growled. "You want it harder?" He grabbed my hips, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, and started fucking me with brutal force. The bed slammed against the wall with every thrust, a rhythmic banging that matched the pounding of his cock into my pussy. I could feel my breasts bouncing with the force of it, could feel his balls slapping against my ass, could feel myself stretching and clenching and fluttering around his shaft.
"Yes!" I screamed, my back arching off the bed. "Yes, like that, don't stop?—"
"Couldn't stop if I wanted to," Ethan grunted, his thrusts becoming erratic. "You feel too good. So fucking good. Your tight little cunt was made for this. Made for taking cock. Made for being fucked and filled and claimed."
His hand snaked between our bodies, finding my clit. He rubbed hard, fast circles over the swollen nub, and the pressure built impossibly fast, coiling tighter and tighter in my core.
