I feel their knots swelling, locking me against them, trapping me in between my two Alphas. And then Hayes pours down my throat, filling my stomach just like Ford had.
I scream out around his dick, my body seizing, overwhelmed by Alpha cock on both sides, filled, claimed, ruined.
Hayes whispers broken encouragement as he rushes his fingers through my dampened hair. “That’s it, sweetheart. Take us. Take your pack.”
I shatter, sobbing their names, my body tied, filled, owned.
Hayes is right there, trembling, his cock still hard in my throat, still slick with my spit. His Beta scent is strained, torn between need and restraint, but his eyes are all heat when they meet mine.
“Sweetheart,” he rasps, stroking my cheek as Beck and Ford rest from fucking me raw. “You still need me, don’t you?”
I whimper, nodding frantically, mouth falling open in a wrecked sound that comes out as a half-sob, half-whimper.
His cock presses against my lips. “I think I’ve got another orgasm for you. Think your stomach can take it?”
All I can do is nod frantically before the tip of his dick hits the back of my throat once more.
Instinct devours me. I moan, taking him deep, throat stretching around him as his hand fists in my hair.
“That’s it,” he groans, hips snapping forward. “Take me, Lo. Take all of us.”
The sounds are obscene. Beck snarling as his knot swells, locking my ass tight; Ford, groaning as my slick walls strangle his blown knot; Hayes fucking into my mouth, his precum mixing with my spit as I choke on him. My body is full, overflowing, claimed from every side.
And then, Hayes slips out from between my lips.
“No, wait. I’m sorry, I-I-I?—”
“I can’t wait any longer,” he snarls as he bends down, placing his cheek against the bed so that our eyes meet. “Where do you want my mark?”
My eyes tear up. “Mark me.”
He nods. “Where do you want it, my sweet girl? Where does my pretty girl want my mark?”
I open my mouth, but nothing comes out except a whimper. I need it more than I need my own life. I need my pack to be mine. I need my men to be one with me. Sure, Beta bonds aren’t as strong, but I have Ford’s mark on my breast. I have Beck’s mark on my neck.
I want his mark on me, too.
“I, uh…”
Hayes smiles as his finger reaches out, dragging down my arm until he picks up my hand. “What about… your wrist?”
“Hang on,” Ford mutters.
“I got her,” Beck grumbles.
“Ready, beautiful?” Hayes asks.
All I can do is nod as I watch him part his lips.
He brings my wrist up to his mouth and bites down, and that’s it. I cry out as another orgasm spirals through me, and I hear my Alphas cursing as I clamp down again on their knots.
My world spirals into darkness as my heat finally drags me under, keeping me limp and pliant for my pack. Sweat dribbles down my skin. Slick pours from between my legs. But as Hayes sinks his teeth into my wrist, I feel it. I feel him.
Like the warm rays of a spring sunrise, drenching Beck’s smoke and Ford’s wind in a beautiful warm light that fills me from the inside out.
“Hayes,” I sob out.
I feel his wrist slither against my mouth. “Just bite, sweetheart. We can do the rest.”
