"Beg me," Leo demanded, his gray eyes burning into mine. "Beg me for my knot, Red. Tell me how badly you need it."
"Please," I cried, all pride abandoned. "Please, Leo, I need your knot. I need you to fill me up, stretch me open, lock inside me. Please, I need to come on your knot—" His playfulness vanished, replaced by something primal and possessive. He released my wrists and grabbed my hips, pulling me onto his cock as he thrust forward with renewed intensity, his pace brutal, punishing. I felt his knot swelling, stretching me open with each thrust, and I keened with anticipation.
"You're the only chaos I've ever wanted to keep," Leo gasped, his knot pressing inside me, locking us together with a pop that made me scream. "The only person who makes me want to be more than what I am." His knot pressed deep inside me, and all the pleasure he'd been building finally released. I came screaming his name, my body clamping down on his knot, my walls milking him as he emptied himself inside me. He buried his face in my neck, his teeth finding his claiming mark, renewing it with a bite that sent me crashing into another orgasm.
"Mine," Leo growled against my throat. "My Red. My chaos. Mine."
Ethan was last, and he was different from all of them. He waited until Leo's knot deflated and slipped free, until I was laying in a pool of cum and slick, my thighs coated, my hole gaping and dripping. Then he knelt between my legs and just looked.
"Beautiful," Ethan murmured, his green eyes cataloguing every detail—my swollen clit, my reddened folds, the way my entrance clenched around nothing, cum dripping out in a slow trickle. "Look at you, Ava. So full of your Alphas' cum." He pushed two fingers inside me, feeling how stretched I was, how wet. I whimpered at the intrusion, my walls clenching weakly around him.
"Still so responsive," Ethan observed, his thumb finding my clit, circling it with clinical precision. "Still so sensitive. I'm going to take such good care of you, Ava." He positioned me carefully, a pillow under my hips, my legs bent and spread wide, and then pressed his cock against my entrance. He was different from the others, not as thick as Caleb, not as long as Mason, but curved perfectly, the head pressing against my g-spot as he slid inside.
"I've studied you for years," Ethan murmured, his hips moving in a deliberate rhythm, each thrust calculated to hit exactly where I needed it. "Catalogued every response, every preference, every reaction. I know exactly how to make you fall apart, Ava."
He did. His thumb worked my clit with unerring precision—tight circles with exactly the right pressure. His cock drove into me at exactly the right angle, hitting my g-spot with every stroke. His free hand found my nipple, rolling it between his fingers, pinching just hard enough to make me gasp.
"Knowledge wasn't enough," Ethan confessed, his composure cracking, his thrusts becoming less controlled. "I had all the data, all the facts, and it meant nothing. I needed to feel you. To taste you. To hear the sounds you make when you come." His knot began to swell, and he adjusted his angle slightly—ensuring the pressure would hit exactly where I needed it when he locked inside me.
"Come for me," Ethan commanded, his thumb pressing hard against my clit. "Now, Ava." I obeyed. The orgasm tore through me, my body convulsing around his swelling knot, my walls clamping down as he locked inside me. His knot pressed perfectly against my g-spot, the pressure triggering wave after wave of pleasure.
Ethan groaned, his composure shattering completely as he spilled inside me. "I love you," he gasped, his forehead dropping to mine. "I love you so much."
"I love you too," I heard myself say, the words slipping out before I could stop them, before I even knew they were coming. My voice was wrecked, barely a whisper, but in the quiet of the room it sounded like a shout.
Ethan went still above me, his green eyes widening behind his glasses, his breath catching in his throat.
"What did you say?" he breathed, his voice cracking in a way I'd never heard from him before.
"I love you," I repeated, and god help me, I meant it. The heat had stripped away every wall, every defense, every lie I'd been telling myself. "I love all of you. I've loved you for so long and I hate it, I hate that I love you, but I do. I do."
Tears streamed down my temples, mixing with sweat, and I didn't know if I was crying from pleasure or despair or both.
"Ava." Ethan's forehead dropped to mine, his composure completely shattered, his breath shaking against my lips. "Ava, say it again."
"I love you," I sobbed. "I love you, I love you, I love you—" He kissed me, swallowing the words, his knot still locked inside me, his body trembling against mine.
When he pulled back, the others were there. Mason's hand in my hair, his honey-brown eyes bright with something that looked like awe. Caleb's massive palm pressed over my heart, feeling it pound beneath his touch. Leo at my side, his gray eyes suspiciously wet, his usual smirk nowhere to be found.
"Say it again," Leo whispered, his voice rough and raw. "Please, Red. One more time."
And I did. Over and over, to each of them, the words pouring out of me like blood from a wound. Every time one of them knotted me, every time teeth sank into my throat, I said it. I love you. I love you. I love you.
I couldn't stop.
I didn't want to stop.
Then Mason again, because the heat demanded more, always more. Hours blurred together. Day became night became day again. They knotted me over and over, in every position, in every combination, filling me, claiming me, their seed dripping from me whenever one knot deflated before the next Alpha took his place.
Between rounds, they cared for me with devastating tenderness. Mason fed me bites of fruit from his fingers, his softening cock still inside me, his knot slowly deflating. Caleb bathed me with warm cloths, cleaning the cum from my thighs before filling me with more. Leo made me laugh with ridiculous stories while his fingers worked me to another orgasm. Ethan monitored my vitals, adjusted the temperature, ensured I stayed hydrated—even as he pressed back inside me to fill me again.
Always touching. Always present. Always claiming. I didn't know how much time went on as I was curled between Mason and Caleb, my body sated for the moment, Mason's knot still softening inside me, Caleb's cum slowly leaking from my other hole where he'd taken me earlier. My mind floated in a haze of exhaustion and contentment.
I felt safe. Completely, utterly safe in a way I hadn't felt since I was a child. A sound rose in my throat. Low at first, barely audible, but growing stronger with each breath. A vibration that started in my chest and spread outward.
I was purring. The realization hit me like cold water. I tried to stop, tried to swallow the sound, but my body refused to obey.
They all went still.
