He rubbed the head of his cock along her drenched slit, teasing her aching clit at the top.
And all Alison wanted right then wasmore. More of everything. More of this moment, of the feelings they made course through her, more of that delicious stretch they forced her body to do. She wanted it to never end, to never stop basking in the impossible feeling, the one she’d never known before.
Before, heats had been suffering, pain and fear, even when she tried to not allow it to grasp her.
There was suffering here, she supposed, as she waited on the precipice of need, but it was the difference between a burn and the sting of spicy food. It made her mouth water and her desire soar.
Kyle nestled the head of his cock against her entrance, then grasped the back of her neck. It trapped her, forced her to look into his blue eyes. It made it more than bodies, and she couldn’t think straight enough to wonder why that was.
He surged forward, filling her with a single rough thrust that hilted him, his heavy balls pressing against her.
She opened her mouth to cry out, but he arched over her to steal that sound with a kiss, to take it as though he’d earned it, as if he’d wanted to savor it.
He whispered against her lips. “Fuck, you are tight, and so wet. Nothing better than a needy omega in this entire world. Now, lean back and let me really fuck you, sugar.”
He released her neck and hooked both arms beneath her knees. It spread her legs out wide, let him stare down at where they were connected, at how he stretched her as Trent had before. He didn’t ease intoanything, pulling back then plunging into her with a thrust that made her gasp at the wonderful roughness.
He fucked her as he did everything else. He was sure, confident and relentless. He lifted her ass off the workbench a hair, to let him leverage her against him as well, to make sure he couldn’t possibly delve any deeper. He took her as though he were trying to claim every single inch inside her.
And Alison wanted that. She wanted no part of her left untouched after this, nothing that they hadn’t taken, devoured,owned.
He growled, and when she caught his gaze, his eyes seemed darker, like a beast that she’d let have her, one who would have her entirely.
The need inside her that had been sated for a moment with Trent’s cum uncurled and stretched, as though it knew it had more coming soon. Her heat crested over her as she tried to move with Kyle, as she tried to take more.
He leaned over her, using the change in position to fuck into her even harder. If she wasn’t drugged on her heat, the roughness might have bothered her. Right then, though?
Nothing bothered her.
He let out a snarl as he bit down on her other shoulder—though not hard enough to draw blood—just as his knot grew. He shifted his hands down to her ass, to yank her against him, to make sure she couldn’t escape that growing bulge at the base of his cock, and triggered another breath-stealing orgasm from her.
She shivered against the scrape of his teeth, the way her cunt was already sore yet craving everything he could give her, and the exhaustion knowing they weren’t anywhere close to the finish.
Daniel pressed his lips to Alison’s head, closing his eyes to breathe in her heat-soaked scent.
He’d stroked himself as he’d watched Trent and Kyle knot the poor girl, as he’d witnessed how her eyes widened and her lips would form a perfect littleowhen she felt how their cocks swelled, when she realized she was entirely trapped.
Why was that as hot as it was? Something deviant inside him enjoyed it, the way when he knotted a girl, she washis. For that while, while tied together, she was entirely his.
She was exhausted, but not nearly done. No, she’d have hours left. They should have moved to the house, where snacks and water would be available. While she rested, Trent had dragged himself to the kitchen to grab a few things, but leaving an omega in heat was nearly impossible. They’d have to make do.
She shifted, blinking slowly as Daniel positioned her. They’d spread her robe out, along with their clothing. It wasn’t anest, and it would serve as a shitty bed, but it was better than getting her scraped up on the hard ground.
He shifted her so she was on her knees, her chest to the floor. Trent and Kyle rested with their backs to the wall, putting them beside her. Trent carded his fingers through her hair, a reassuring stroke.
Daniel ran his hands over her hips, then grasped her ass. He spread her cheeks, staring down at her, able to see her puffy, drenched sex along with her ass.
He’d love to have taken her ass right then, but it wasn’t in the cards. Her heat required his cum to end up exactly one place.
He leaned down and offered a hard bite to one of her cheeks.
She whined, the sound high and startled. He soothed the spot with akiss, then bent down more to drag his tongue up her hot, wet slit. Even as he swallowed, her taste took over his senses, narrowed his focus to this one absolutely perfect part of the universe.
He could taste her sweetness, her need, and the musky taste of the alphas as well. Once they’d all had her—many times that night—she’d carry their scent. She’d betheirs.
And he was drunk enough on lust and fantasies that he believed that could happen, that he truly thought they might be headed for such an ending.
She squirmed at the feeling, but Daniel took her clit between his lips and sucked hard.
