He pumps two fingers into my cunt, curling them inside me until my back arches in pure pleasure.
“That’s my good girl,” he murmurs. “So ready for me. Are you still needy, my darling?”
“Y-yes,” I mewl, looking back over my shoulder at him.
He lines himself up with my core and drives into me, thrusting in shallow strokes until I get used to his size. I stretch like a contented cat, grinding my hips back against my mate.
“Have to get you ready for Cass’ knot,” he tells me, and I moan, knowing exactly what he means. He sets the tips of his fingers to my back entrance, slicking them over the tight ring of muscle until I squeeze hard around his cock in my cunt. He slips one finger inside me and then another, pumping in time with his strokes, filling me so perfectly.
Delirious desire whips through me as I work myself back against his cock and fingers, meeting him thrust for thrust. When he slips a third finger inside me, I fly apart, coming hard and squeezing around his fingers and cock. I scream out his name as he continues to pump inside me, long, hard strokes that have me shaking.
He buries his cock inside me and comes with a long groan. He knots me, the stretch so divine I keen.
He lazily works his fingers in and out of my ass, my slick making them glide in a way that has me letting out panting little cries every time he fills me. He quickens his strokes, stretching me for Cassian, and I whine at the thought of my first mate knotting me here while Simon fucks me. Just thinking about what my alpha and beta have planned for me, in tandem with Ian’s fingers fucking my ass, spirals desire deep into my belly. I come the moment Ian grips my hip with his free hand, grinding his knot deep inside me.
“Fuck, I love when you come on my knot,” he grits out as I squeeze around him.
His fingers slip free from my ass, and he rolls us onto oursides, still gently fucking his knot into my cunt, keeping me ready and needy for my two loves.
The moment Ian’s knot deflates, Simon draws me to my knees, takes himself in hand and thrusts into my cunt, my core spasming around him. “You ready for Cass, pretty girl?”
I whine, already reaching for my alpha. “So ready,” I pant.
Cassian drags his cock down my cleft before lining himself up with my back hole. He presses the head of his cock into my ass gently, working himself into me slowly as I stretch around him. I need little time to adjust, though. Ian prepared me so well. When Cass glides inside me, I let out a low moan.
They alternate strokes in my cunt and my ass, working me up with every single thrust.
Cassian weighs one of my breasts in his hand, squeezing and massaging until I’m heady with need. He thumbs over my tight nipple and then sets his tongue and teeth to his bite.
One more thrust from each of them and my orgasm overtakes me, hard and powerful. I quake around them, but they don’t relent, fucking into me at the same time, filling me with every perfect stroke.
“Fuck, you feel so good with Cass’ cock in your ass,” Simon groans, taking over from Cassian at nipping at his bite. Something about Simon laving attention on Cassian’s bite works me up until I’m wound so tightly, I think I might combust. “He fucking loves watching me do this, too,” Simon says, before scraping his teeth over Cassian’s bite.
I orgasm with a wordless cry, shaking between my two loves. My orgasm triggers Cassian’s, and they drive into me at the same time, filling me until Cass’ strokes turn jerky. He buries himself deep within my ass and comes hard, grinding against me before pressing his knot into my back hole. The stretch is perfect, and I sigh as I work myself between hisknot and Simon’s cock. The moment Cassian finds my clit with his thumb, I crest again, taking Simon with me. He pumps hard inside me before coming with a single deep thrust, hot cum jetting inside me.
He kisses me, those teasing kisses that make me shake with need, as Cassian toys with my clit, rubbing it in slow strokes as he grinds his knot in my ass.
“Too much,” I whine.
“One more around Cass’ knot, Junes,” Simon says, kissing along my jawline. “I know you can take it.”
Simon takes my other breast in his hand, massaging it before setting his mouth to my nipple. They torment me in tandem, flicking hard strokes over my pebbled nipples, Cassian stroking my clit. I come hard and fast from their efforts, and as I come down, Simon guides us to the floor of my nest, tucking us close together before curling up in front of me, one arm slung over my hips.
“So good for us,” Simon says in my ear. “Our perfect omega.”
Their perfect omega. My perfect pack, finally complete. I reach out through all my bonds, sending the purest love to each of my mates.
The flood of love I receive in turn is enough to fill my heart to overflowing.
I bask in their scents, in their love, until I finally fall asleep.
I waketo a bing on my phone and sleepily crawl toward it, dodging limbs and accepting kisses as I go. I turn over my phone and see a text from an unknown number, forwarded from my old phone.
“What is it?” Ian asks, voice muzzy with sleep.
“I have no idea,” I admit, sitting back on my ankles, frowning down at my phone. I swipe it open and discover a video clip in the text message. I press play and immediately regret it. I gasp as the Prince’s mask fills the screen, thin horns curling high above the mask’s forehead, a faint smile on the molded leather lips. It’s somehow more frightening than the other Soldiers’ masks, something in the lines of the face that promise swift, brutal retribution.
The video angle changes, and I see my father slumped on the floor of his prison cell, eyes open but unseeing. He face is frozen in terror. Baphomet’s Prince brandishes a thin, wicked-looking knife, blood dripping from its tip, and that’s when I see it.
