"Come for me," Ethan commanded, his voice rough with need. "Come on my cock, Avalon. I want to feel this pretty pussysqueeze me." The orgasm hit like lightning, sudden and blinding and all-consuming. I screamed, my walls clamping down on his cock, pulsing and milking him as pleasure exploded through every nerve. I could feel myself gushing around him, more slick flooding out, making the sounds even wetter, even filthier.
Then Ethan struck. His mouth found my neck—the other side, the side Mason hadn't claimed—and his teeth sank deep into my flesh without warning.
"NO!" I shrieked, the pleasure twisting into agony as his canines pierced my scent gland. "No, not again, please—" It was already happening. The second bond snapped into place, layering on top of Mason's, and suddenly I could feel Ethan too. Not just his cock buried inside me, pulsing as he came, but his presence in my mind, controlled and intense and utterly certain that this was right.
"I didn't—I didn't say—" I sobbed, but my protests were drowned out by the sensation of his cum flooding into me—hot spurts painting my inner walls, mixing with Mason's release. His knot swelled, stretching my already-abused entrance, locking us together. It pressed against my g-spot from the inside, triggering another wave of orgasm I didn't want, and I wailed as pleasure and violation tangled together until I couldn't tell them apart.
"Mine," he growled against my neck, finally releasing the bite. His tongue lapped at the wound, and even through my horror, the sensation sent sparks of unwanted pleasure through the fresh bond. "Two marks now. Two bonds. Two Alphas claiming your soul."
"I hate you," I whispered, tears streaming down my face.
"I know," Ethan replied, his voice steady even as his knot pulsed inside me. "But you belong to us now. Your body knows it, even if your mind hasn't accepted it yet." Through both bonds, I felt their satisfaction, Mason's warm contentment and Ethan's controlled triumph. Two presences in my head where thereshould be none. Two claims burning on my neck. Two loads of cum locked inside me by his knot.
Two more Alphas waiting their turn. Ethan's knot took longer to deflate than Mason's had. He stayed inside me for what felt like hours, his cock softening slightly but still filling me, his cum trapped inside by the swelling at his base. Every small movement sent aftershocks through my body, and I couldn't tell anymore if the pleasure was mine or his or some terrible combination of both.
When he finally pulled out, I felt the rush of cum, Mason's and Ethan's both, flooded out of me in a hot gush. It poured down my thighs, pooled beneath my ass, soaked into the already-ruined sheets. I felt used. Ruined. Filled and emptied and filled again.
"Leo," Ethan said calmly, rolling off me and making room. "She's ready for you."
"Ready?" I laughed bitterly, the sound cracked and broken. "I'm not ready. I didn't agree to this?—"
"Sweetheart." Leo's voice cut through my spiral, and suddenly he was there, climbing onto the bed with that easy grace that made everything he did look effortless. "You can yell at us all you want later. But right now, your heat is spiking again, and I can smell how much you need this."
He was right. God help me, he was right. The fever was building again, the brief satisfaction from Ethan's knot already fading, and my body was demanding more.
More,my Omega purred.Need more.
"I hate my body," I whispered.
"I love your body," Leo countered, his hands already sliding up my thighs, spreading them wider. "Every fucking inch of it." He was still fully clothed, his black t-shirt stretched across his chest, his jeans straining over an obvious erection. Instead of undressing, he lowered his head between my thighs.
"What are you—" I started, but the words dissolved into a moan as his mouth found my swollen, oversensitive pussy.
"God, you taste amazing," he groaned against my flesh, his tongue lapping through the mess of slick and cum that coated my folds. He pushed his tongue inside me, fucking me with it, scooping out the combined release of two Alphas. "Like the best thing I've ever tasted. Could eat this pussy for hours."
His tongue was wicked, broad and flat as it dragged up my slit, pointed and precise as it circled my clit. He licked up every drop of cum leaking out of me, swallowed it down, then dove back for more. His nose bumped against my clit as he tongue-fucked my hole, and the dual sensation made me see stars.
"Leo," I gasped, my hands fisting in his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Leo, oh god?—"
"That's right," he murmured against my pussy, the vibrations making me shudder. "Say my name. Let everyone know who's eating this pretty cunt." He sealed his lips around my clit and sucked—hard—while two fingers pushed inside me. My pussy was so loose and wet from the previous fuckings that they slid in easily, but I still felt the stretch, still felt the pressure as he curled them against my g-spot.
"So fucking sloppy," Leo groaned appreciatively, pumping his fingers in and out. Wet, squelching sounds filled the room as he finger-fucked me. "So full of their cum. Gonna add mine to the mix, sweetheart. Fill you up even more."
"More," I begged, my hips grinding against his face. "Please, Alpha, more—" He added a third finger, stretching me wider, and the combination of his mouth on my clit and his fingers inside me was overwhelming. I could feel another orgasm building, coiling tighter with every suck of his lips, every curl of his fingers.
"Come on my face," Leo commanded, his breath hot against my throbbing clit. "Give it to me. Soak me."
I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me, my pussy clamping down on his fingers, my clit pulsing against his tongue. I felt myself gush, actually gush, liquid flooding out around his fingers, soaking his chin, dripping down to the sheets.
"Fuck yes," Leo groaned, lapping up everything I gave him. "That's it. That's my good girl." He didn't stop until I was shaking, oversensitive, pushing weakly at his head. Then he pulled back, his face glistening with my slick, his gray eyes dark with hunger.
"Need to be inside you," he said, his voice rough. "Need it right fucking now." He stripped in seconds, shirt yanked over his head, jeans shoved down, boxer briefs kicked away. His body was lean and muscled, olive skin gleaming with sweat, that tattoo I'd noticed before snaking up his ribs. His cock curved upward toward his stomach, thick and hard, the head flushed and leaking.
"You're so beautiful," I heard myself say, the words slipping out before I could stop them. The heat was talking. The Omega was talking. Not me.
"So are you," Leo replied, positioning himself between my thighs. "Most beautiful thing I've ever seen. Especially like this—spread open, dripping wet, full of cum and begging for more."
He notched the head of his cock against my entrance and pushed. I moaned as he sank inside, one long, smooth stroke that buried him to the hilt. He was thicker than Ethan, stretching my walls in a different way, and the pressure was exquisite. I could feel every ridge of his cock, could feel his balls pressing against my ass, could feel him throbbing inside me.
