Thatcher plunges deep inside my core.
Archer suckles one taut nipple, his hand caressing the other.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Thatcher groans.
“Whose pussy is this?” he growls.
“Yours, alpha,” I cry out once more.
Thatcher tugs my hair, pulling my mouth off Dustin’s cock. He delivers delicious strokes that send my body trembling as I shatter with pleasure.
Thatcher’s long, thick shaft thrusts fiercely inside, filling me with his cum.
“Fuck,” he grunts through clenched teeth.
He pulls out, leaving my walls trembling hungrily. Slick drips freely as Archer seizes my hips, sliding his curved cock inside.
“Oh yes!” I scream, my breasts bouncing wildly. Thatcher grips my neck, forcing his tongue deep into my mouth.
“Ride him good, beautiful,” Thatcher commands.
“Yes, alpha,” I reply eagerly.
He loosens his grip on my neck. I glance at Archer before leaning in to press my lips against his. Our hips move in sync, his thick length sliding deeply into my greedy pussy.
“I love each of your dicks,” I admit.
Archer thrusts firmly, striking my g-spot, sending waves of shuddering pleasure rippling through me.
“It’s your turn to take us both,” Sawyer murmurs.
He replaces Archer as Thatcher gently lays me down onto Sawyer’s body. I lock eyes with Thatcher.
“I’m not sure I can handle you both,” I admit quietly.
Sawyer’s fingers slick with lube explores my tight, puckered hole, while Thatcher positions himself between my legs. Dustin and Archer attend to my breasts, their touch comforting.
Slowly, Sawyer and Thatcher enter me simultaneously, moving in tandem.
All my alphas pleasure me together, coaxing my body to surrender. I’m amazed I can take them both at once.
Completely filled, I feel like the luckiest woman alive.
Thatcher holds my gaze, matching his strokes to Sawyer’s rhythm.
“You all feel so incredibly good,” I whisper, breathless.
“Come for us, little omega,” Sawyer commands softly in my ear.
They find places inside me that set my vision spinning. I see stars.
“Time to take our knots,” Thatcher tells me.
Utterly spent, they lock inside me and release a triumphant howl.
I glance at Dustin. “Bite me,” I whisper.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
