The truth detonates in me. My body convulses, slick pouring, instincts screaming to take them both. To be claimed completely.
“Yes,” I sob, grabbing at Ford’s shoulders, Hayes’s shirt, Beck’s wrist. “Full. I need to be full. I need… I need… I?—”
In a flash, Beck pulls out of me with a pop. The pain is searing because his knot hasn’t gone down yet, but then I’m flipped over. On my stomach. Someone is raising my hips into the air. Someone else is climbing beneath me. My head goes from being pressed into the mattress to being pressed into someone’s shoulder.
“We can save this for later,” I hear Hayes say.
“Huh?” I ask as I slowly lift my head.
Hayes dips down, smiling at me. “I get that mouth next, pretty girl.”
I smile lazily as Ford wiggles beneath me. My hazy gaze drops to his, and he reaches up, wiping some of the sweat off my brow. I feel the strength of Beck’s body behind my thighs, my ass in the air, ripe for the taking.
“I get your pussy this time,” Ford says. “And Beck gets to break in that ass of yours. Would you like that?”
My core clenches around nothing, and the pain is damn near blinding. “Yes. Please. Anything. So empty.”
Ford growls, pressing his cock against my drenched folds while Beck teases me from behind. He bends down, and I feel the heat of his tongue against my tight entrance as Hayes’s hands tangle in my hair.
My head is tilted to the side before I’m fed his cock, and the pulled focus helps me to relax. Ford bottoms out within me, his knot already slipped inside, pulsing and aching for release.
“This won’t take long,” Ford chokes out.
I feel Beck insert one finger, and then two, as Hayes feeds himself down the back of my throat. Yes. This is what I need. To be filled. To be staked. To be claimed.
My instincts are running on high. The darkness of the lack of memories threatens to blanket my entire mind. But I don’t want to succumb to it.
I want to remember every single bit of this that I can.
Beck snarls as he inserts another finger. I hollow my cheeks out around Hayes and grin when I hear him swear. I love the effect I have on my pack. On my men. It makes me feel powerful as fuck.
“Oh yeah, she’ll take me just fine,” Beck growls, removing his fingers and lining his sopping wet cock up at my entrance.
The head of his cock breaches my virginal hole.
“Relax,” Ford murmurs, stroking his hand up and down my back. “Focus on Hayes. Focus on sucking that cock so good for us.”
I don’t know how long it takes Beck to sink into me. All I know is that once I feel his thighs against the backs of mine, I push back against him. I can’t take it any longer. I need someone to fucking move.
And I get my wish when Beck grabs my hips and begins to rut.
“God fucking damn it,” Beck snarls as he pulls out and slams back in. “This ass is mine.”
“Just lay against me, little one,” Ford says as he pulls out and pushes back in, setting up the same brutal rhythm Beck has going. “Let us do the work.”
He sure as fuck doesn’t have to tell me twice.
Beck’s bucking thrusts me down against Ford’s cock. Hayes controls my head, making sure my neck is supported while his dick stuffs my throat full. It’s more than I can stand, the Omega in me finally somewhat sated. I’m full. No more emptiness. No more loneliness.
I just have one more thing to do.
I have to mark Hayes.
I have to make him mine for good.
I lose myself in the rhythm of their thrusting until I feel knots popping. Beck slams himself inside of me with a roar, a guttural sound I’ve never heard him make. It’s primal, and otherworldly, and it sucks me under into the darkness of my heat.
All I know is the swirling of smoke throughout my limbs as Beck infiltrates me. All I know is Ford’s cool air, brushing along my veins, trying to soothe the aching fire blistering through my body.
