“Spread her more,” Ford finally says as he tugs out the rope from the box of dreams.
Interesting.
When they’ve got me bound, wrists roped, legs held wide, Hayes tugs hard, and I yelp. A sharp little squeal, scent flaring so sweet and thick the air feels syrupy.
“Good girl,” Beck whispers.
Then something cold hits my thigh, and I jerk. “What the hell…”
Of course… the toys.
“Oh f… fuck…” It rips out of me, loud, embarrassing, but do I care?
No. No, I do not because holy god. Every nerve ending is on fire. My hips jerk, but Beck’s holding me down.
“That’s it,” he purrs, kissing the corner of my mouth while Hayes works the toy in lazy circles that feel anything but lazy. “Give us all those pretty sounds.”
I’m gone. Slick everywhere, thighs shaking, desire building. This isjustthe way I want to start our lives here.
“Jesus,” Beck hisses, and his pupils are wide as he presses forward. “That scent?—”
“Mine,” Ford snarls before he even finishes.
The sound shakes the air.
Hayes laughs. Actually laughs as he hooks another knot in the rope above my head and cranks the vibrator higher. My back bows off the bed, glands throbbing, mouth spilling little panting sobs.
“Pretty little scent-drunk thing,” he murmurs, leaning down to nuzzle at my throat. His Beta scent is sharp, spiking through the fog just enough to make me whimper harder. “You’re gone, aren’t you? Just a needy Omega begging to be filled.”
“Yes.” I gasp, choking on it. “Please, please…”
Beck drags a single nail down the center of my chest, over my sweat-slick skin before leaning down to lick it. His tongue is hot. His mouth, hotter. His scent slams into me like a drug, and I can’t stop the low, broken purr spilling from my throat as my thighs tremble open wider.
Hayes goes lower, crouched between my spread legs, eyes glittering wickedly.
“She’s leaking,” he mutters, wrecked. “Fucking dripping for us.”
Beck snarls at that as he runs his hands all over me.
Ford bites. Not gentle, not soft, just teeth sinking until my scream rattles the windows. My scent floods the room, a bomb going off, the claim screaming “yes!” in every molecule. I’ll let them mark my entire body just to keep feeling their ownership of me.
I’m sobbing. Slick gushes hot down my thighs. My body arches, helpless. And then…
He thrusts in.
One brutal, savage push that tears a sound from me I didn’t know I could make. So deep I can’t breathe. So wide I feel split to the spine.
“Alpha,” I keen, breaking, hands jerking useless against the ropes. “Alpha, please?—”
Ford roars against my skin, rut in full murderous bloom as he fucks me into the mattress hard enough to make the headboard rattle, knot swelling huge and brutal until he locks. The pressure drags another scream out of me, raw and cracked and inhuman.
Hayes slides the vibrator harder against my clit, eyes locked on my face as my mouth falls open in a scream.
“That’s it,” he purrs. “Take it, you pretty little thing. Take all that Alpha cock. Gonna stuff you so full you’ll smell like us for months.”
I choke, sobbing, heat-blind and stupid and…
“Open your mouth,” Hayes orders. And of course I obey.
