Ford’s mouth seals over my trembling clit, tongue driving against my empty pussy as Hayes’s mouth crashes down to mine. My cries are muffled as an orgasm crashes through my body, but it isn’t enough. My heat is dragging me under quickly. I can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t even hear straight. And then, Ford’s mouth is off my pussy.
Before I feel his tongue against my naked breasts.
When the hell did I get out of my clothes?
Do I even care?
“I’ve got you,” Beck growls as he situates himself between my legs.
“Mmm,” Ford hums with a growl, “gonna mark this tit as mine.”
“I’ve gotcha,” Hayes says as he lifts my sweating head into his lap.
The whimpered moan that leaves my lips has nothing on the way I cry out when Beck slams into my body. His knot, already teasing the tight rim of my entrance as slick dribbles down my ass crack. I grasp for the sheets beneath us as Ford scrapes his teeth along my left breast. The heat of his tongue teases me in a way that makes me snarl.
“Mark me, goddamn it,” I demand.
Ford chuckles darkly. “There’s my little one.”
And then his teeth sink into the meat of me.
My back arches as Beck shoves his cock deep inside of me, holding me there by the hips. I’m only barely aware of Hayes running his fingers through my hair as my full bond with Ford finally snaps into place.
What was once a muted presence with my mark on him becomes a two-way street. There’s the effortless darkness and smoke of Beck, but then there’s the cool, sweeping wind of Ford. Like he’s trying to cool down my instincts. Like he knows how much this hurts.
“I’ve got you,” Ford mutters against my skin. “My Omega. I’ve got you. Forever.”
“Beck,” I whimper out.
I’m writhing on Beck’s immobile cock, but it isn’t enough. My body is clenching, dripping, begging for something he isn’t giving yet. I lift my hips, my body drenched with a heat sweat that threatens to drag me under. Except I’m not scared this time.
This time, I know I’m safe.
“Hang on, sweet girl,” Beck growls as his fingertips dig into my hips. “Because I’m about to ruin you.”
“Yes,” I moan out.
His thrusts are brutal, but my heat is merciless… it knows I need to be knotted. It knows that I need to be filled until nothing hurts anymore. It knows that their knots are the only thing that can chase this insatiable pain away.
My Alphas.
My Beta.
My pack.
I cling to Beck as he hunches over me and sets a relentless pace. The bed shifts with each thrust, until my tits are bouncing and his face is planted right against the mark he left on the crook of my neck.
My head is turned, someone’s thumb brushing over my lower lip. And when I part them, I feel the velveteen girth of Ford rushing along the roof of my mouth.
“Yes,” I gag around him.
“Such a good girl for us,” Ford says as he brushes his fingers through my hair.
“Beck, move those hips,” Hayes says.
Beck growls, but I feel him shift before Hayes’s fingers are against my clit once more. Tracing. Circling. Teasing, until my body is arched and my curves jiggle with the shiver of heat coursing through my veins.
Then I hear Hayes’s voice in my ear. “I can’t wait to show you the new toy I got for us.”
