"Yes," I cried, my body clenching around him, trying to keep him inside, to hold his knot within me. "Please, Alpha, knot me. I need it. I need your knot inside me, please—" He drove into me one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his knot swelled to full size. I felt it expand inside me, growing from the size of a fist to something impossibly larger, locking us together, sealing himself inside me. The stretch was intense—right at the edge of pain—his knot pressing against every sensitive nerve ending inside me, the pressure on my g-spot unbearable.
I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me with a force that stole my vision, my entire body convulsing, my walls clamping down on his knot in rhythmic pulses. I screamed, my voice breaking, my nails drawing blood on his back as waves of pleasure crashed over me again and again. Then his mouth was on my neck, his teeth finding his claiming mark, biting down hard enough to break the skin, renewing his claim.
The pain-pleasure of the bite triggered another orgasm, somehow more intense than the first. I writhed beneath him, impaled on his knot, unable to move, unable to do anything but feel. His teeth stayed buried in my throat as I came and came, my pussy clenching around his knot, milking more and more cum from his pulsing cock.
"Mine," Mason growled against my skin, his voice barely human. "Mine, mine, mine."
"Yours," I gasped back, tears streaming down my temples. "Yours, Alpha. I'm yours." We lay locked together for long minutes, his knot tying us in the most intimate way possible. Every small movement sent aftershocks rippling through me, his knot was so big, pressing so hard against my g-spot that I came twice more just from the pressure, small orgasms that made me whimper and clench around him. He rolled us onto our sides, still locked together, his arms wrapped around me. His lips pressed soft kisses to his claiming mark, soothing the sting, then to my hair, my forehead, my tear-stained cheeks.
"So good," Mason murmured, his hand stroking down my side, over the curve of my hip. I could still feel him pulsing inside me, small aftershocks of his orgasm pumping more seed into my already flooded womb. "You took my knot so perfectly, sweetheart."
I could only whimper in response, floating in a haze of pleasure and exhaustion, his knot still stretching me wide. When his knot finally began to deflate, twenty minutes later, maybemore, I felt the moment it shrank enough to slip free. His softening cock slid out of me with a wet sound, and I moaned at the emptiness, at the gush of his release spilling out of me, dripping down my thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath us.
Before the heat could roar back to unbearable levels, before I could keen with emptiness, Caleb was there. He rolled me onto my stomach, lifting my hips until I was on my hands and knees before him, my face pressed into the mattress, my ass in the air. His massive hands gripped my hips, his thumbs spreading my cheeks, exposing my swollen, dripping hole.
"Look at you," Caleb rumbled, his deep voice rough with want. "So wet and open. Mason's cum is dripping out of you." I felt his thumb press against my entrance, pushing some of the leaking seed back inside, and I whimpered. "We're going to fill you up so much, little one. Keep you full of our cum for days." I felt the head of his cock pressing against my entrance, thicker than Mason, impossibly thick, and I tensed.
"Easy," Caleb murmured, one hand stroking down my spine. "Breathe for me, Ava." He pushed forward, and I cried out as the head of his cock spread me open. He was so thick, stretching me wider than I thought possible, the burn delicious as my body struggled to accommodate him.
"Oh god," I moaned, my fingers twisting in the sheets. "Caleb, you're so big?—"
"I know," Caleb said, pausing with just the head inside me, letting me adjust. "You're doing so well. Taking me so beautifully. Just a little more." He pressed deeper, inch by impossible inch, and I could feel every ridge of him, could feel my walls straining around his girth. Mason's cum eased the way, slicking his cock as he sank into me, but still the stretch was intense, right at the edge of too much. When he finally bottomed out, I was shaking, my thighs trembling, my arms barely holding me up.
"So full," I whimpered, my walls clenching around him, trying to adjust to his size. "I'm so full, Caleb."
"I know, sweet girl." He draped himself over my back, his massive body engulfing mine, his lips brushing against my ear. "You feel incredible. My pretty Omega." He began to move, slow, careful thrusts that pulled almost all the way out before pressing back in. Each stroke dragged against my sensitive walls, his thick cock reaching places inside me that made my vision blur.
"Harder," I begged, pushing back against him. "Please, Caleb, I need—" His control snapped. His hands tightened on my hips, holding me still as he began to thrust in earnest, deep and powerful strokes that knocked the breath from my lungs. The sound of his hips slapping against me echoed through the room.
"Is this what you need?" Caleb growled, his pace increasing, his cock driving into me so hard the bed shook. "You need me to fuck you hard? Fill you up again?"
"Yes," I screamed, my arms giving out, my face pressing into the pillow. "Yes, please, Caleb—" One massive hand slid around my hip, his thick fingers finding my swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles as he fucked me. The dual sensation was overwhelming—his cock stretching me, his fingers working my clit, his massive body covering mine.
"Such a good Omega…" He muttered as his knot began to swell. It grew even bigger than Mason's, I could feel it stretching me impossibly wide with each thrust, catching on my rim, forcing me to stretch to accommodate it.
"Caleb," I gasped, my body tensing at the intensity. "I can't—it's too big?—"
"You can," Caleb promised, his fingers gentling on my clit, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my lower back. "Breathe, sweetheart. Your body was made for this. Made for my knot. Just relax and let me in." I forced myself to breathe, to relax my muscles, and felt my body slowly yield to his size. Hepushed deeper with a groan, his knot popping past my entrance, locking inside me with a pressure so intense I saw white.
"That's it," Caleb groaned, his massive frame shuddering as his orgasm hit. I felt his cock pulse inside me, felt the hot flood of his release filling me, adding to Mason's cum already deep in my womb. "That's my good girl. Taking my knot so beautifully. Fuck, Ava, you're milking me so hard?—"
The sensation of his knot pressing against my g-spot, combined with his fingers still working my clit, sent me crashing over the edge. I came with a scream, my body convulsing around his knot, my walls clamping down so hard he groaned in response. His teeth found his claiming mark on my shoulder, biting down, renewing his bond, and another orgasm ripped through me before the first one ended. We stayed locked together even longer than I had with Mason. His knot was so big, so thick, that it took nearly half an hour to deflate enough to slip free. He held me through it, his purr rumbling against my back, his hands gentle on my oversensitized skin, his cock still twitching inside me with occasional aftershocks.
"I love you," Caleb whispered against my hair, so quiet I almost didn't hear. "I've loved you since you were eighteen and looked at my scars like they didn't matter."
When he finally slipped free, a flood of cum gushed out of me—his and Mason's mixed together, dripping down my thighs, pooling beneath me. I barely had time to moan at the emptiness before Leo was there. He flipped me onto my back with a wicked grin, his gray eyes dark with hunger, his cock jutting proudly from his body, long and curved, the head flushed and leaking.
"My turn," Leo murmured, settling between my thighs, dragging his cock through my swollen folds, coating himself in the cum dripping from my well-used hole. "Let's see how many times I can make you come before I knot you, Red."
He pushed inside with one smooth thrust, and I gasped at how easily he slid in—my pussy was so stretched, so wet with slick and cum, that he met no resistance at all.
"Fuck," Leo groaned, bottoming out, his pelvis grinding against my clit. "You're so wet. So fucking sloppy with their cum. I can feel it all around my cock." He pulled back and thrust hard, and I heard the wet squelch of his cock plunging through the mess they'd left inside me. "So dirty, Red. You're our perfect little cumslut, aren't you?" The degrading words sent a shock of arousal through me, my walls clenching around him. He noticed, his grin widening.
"You like that?" Leo murmured, setting a relentless pace, his hips snapping against mine. "You like being our dirty little Omega? Full of your Alphas' cum?"
"Yes," I sobbed, my hips rising to meet his thrusts. "Yes, Leo, please—" He made it a game—edging me to the brink again and again, changing his rhythm every time I got close, denying me release until I was incoherent with need. He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his other gripping my hip, angling me so his cock hit my g-spot with every thrust.
"Leo," I sobbed, straining against his grip, my body coiled tight with denied pleasure. "Please, I can't—I need to come?—"
