"I know," he growled. "Feel me, little Omega. Feel how completely I'm filling you up." I could feel it. Every inch. Every ridge and vein. His massive cock stretched my walls so wide I couldn't even clench properly—just fluttered and spasmed, trying desperately to accommodate him.
"Going to fuck you now," Caleb warned, his voice strained. "Can't be gentle. Need you too much." He pulled back slowly, the drag of his huge cock against my sensitive walls making me moan, and then slammed forward.
I screamed. Caleb didn't fuck me like the others. He fucked me like an animal, hard, brutal, punishing thrusts that shook the entire room. The bed didn't just creak; it groaned, the frame protesting under the force of his assault. The headboard slammed against the wall so hard plaster cracked.
The sounds were deafening. The wet, sloppy squelch of his massive cock churning through four loads of cum. My screams—wordless, animal sounds I didn't recognize as my own.
"Mine," he snarled, pounding into me. "Mine. MINE."
"Alpha!" I screamed, my nails clawing bloody furrows down his massive back. "Alpha, yes, please?—"
"That's right. I'm your Alpha. Your last Alpha." His hand wrapped around my throat—not squeezing, just holding, claiming. "Gonna knot you so deep. Gonna fill you up until you're dripping for days. Gonna breed this pretty pussy."
His other hand found my clit, swollen and oversensitive and throbbing—and rubbed hard, fast circles.
"Come," he commanded, his Alpha voice washing over me. "Come on my cock. Now." My body obeyed before my mind could process. The orgasm exploded through me, the most intense one yet, my entire body seizing up, my pussy clamping down on his massive cock so hard he roared.
Caleb finally claimed me. His teeth found the last unclaimed spot on my neck, right at the back, over the bonding gland that would complete the pack bond, and bit down with savage force. The pain was blinding. Worse than the others, deeper, more devastating. But underneath the pain was something else—the four bonds weaving together, creating something new. Something unbreakable.
The pack bond. All four of them flooded into my mind at once, Mason's warmth, Ethan's intensity, Leo's chaos, and Caleb's fierce devotion. Four presences, four consciousnesses, four Alpha souls claiming permanent residence in my mind.
Complete, they echoed in unison. Pack complete. Omega claimed. OURS.
Caleb's knot swelled to impossible proportions, stretching my entrance so wide I screamed. It locked us together, trapping his cum inside me, hot, endless spurts that seemed to go onforever. I could feel myself filling up, could feel the pressure building in my core, could feel his seed flooding my womb.
"Mine," Caleb growled against my neck, still buried impossibly deep. "All mine. All ours. Forever."
I wanted to fight. To scream. To rage against what they'd done. I was too exhausted. Too overwhelmed. Too thoroughly claimed. I just lay there, impaled on Caleb's massive cock, four bonds burning in my skull, four claim marks throbbing on my neck, four loads of cum locked inside me.
Four marks. Four bonds. Four Alphas.
I belonged to them now.
Forever.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AVA
I woke to the sound of my own heartbeat.
No. Not just mine. Four heartbeats, layered on top of each other, pulsing through my consciousness like a symphony I never asked to hear. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Four rhythms, slightly out of sync, each one distinct enough that I could tell them apart if I focused.
Mason's was steady. Calm. The heartbeat of someone completely at peace with the world. Ethan's was measured. Controlled. Even in sleep, he maintained that iron discipline. Leo's was faster. Lighter. Like even his heart couldn't sit still. Caleb's was slow. Deep. A bass drum that seemed to vibrate through my very bones.
I lay there in the darkness, listening to hearts that weren't mine, and tried to remember how to breathe. The heat had broken sometime in the night. I could feel the absence of it, the fever that had been burning through me for days, finally, mercifully gone. In its place was something else. Something worse.
Clarity. I remembered everything.
Mason's mouth on mine. His fingers inside me. His cock stretching me open, filling me up, and then—The bite. The bond snapping into place. The invasion of his consciousness flooding my mind. Then Ethan. And Leo. And Caleb.
Four times. They'd done it four times. Four bites, four bonds, four Alpha souls taking up permanent residence in my head without my permission. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to claw at the marks on my neck until I'd torn them out, until there was nothing left but raw, bloody flesh and maybe, maybe, the bonds would break.
I couldn't move. I was pinned to the bed by four bodies. Mason on my left, his arm draped across my stomach, his face buried in my hair. Ethan on my right, one hand resting possessively on my hip. Leo curled against my legs, his cheek pressed to my thigh like I was his personal pillow. Caleb was behind me, his massive body curved around mine, his arm under my head, his breath warm against the back of my neck.
Against the claiming mark he'd left there. I was surrounded. Trapped. Claimed in every possible way. The worst part—the absolute worst part—was that some traitorous part of me felt safe. The bonds hummed with contentment. Four threads connecting me to four men, all of them pulsing with satisfaction and love and possessive joy. Their emotions bled into me whether I wanted them or not, coloring my own feelings until I couldn't tell where I ended and they began.
I had to get out. I started moving slowly, carefully, trying to extract myself from the tangle of limbs without waking anyone. Mason's arm was the hardest, he had a death grip on my waist, even in sleep. But eventually I managed to slide out from under him, to climb over Leo's sprawled legs, to escape the cage of bodies that had held me captive.
