I make a sound, and Mack turns his head. “Do you like that, little one? Your alphas loving each other?”
“Yes, we should love each other,” I murmur distractedly and drag his mouth back to mine. He takes his time, driving me up to the point of an orgasm and then eases off, over and over.
I’m almost screaming with frustrated need, my whole body wired and vibrating. Devon is fucking Elijah over the armchair. But this alpha finally laughs darkly and slams into me. and his knot slips inside my slick, soaked pussy.
The result is instantaneous.
I scream. My world obliterates. Pleasure is like fire dancing along my nerves, but feeling his massive cock eases the ache. Mack roars, his tendons standing out, his body rocking into mine, that knot locking us together, with no way to get apart.
He stares down at me, his eyes gleaming. Pure possession. In that moment, I know this alpha is never going to let me go, but then it slips away.
“Oh. shit,” Elijah screams and grabs his cock, jacking it off, his eyes staring at me the whole time.
I blink at them. “Mine,” I growl.
Elijah stops. and Devon grabs him and drags him over to the bed. I twist as much as I can and open my mouth. He looks at me and then starts stroking, while Devon resumes plowing his ass.
Elijah collapses onto the bed, just managing to hold himself up. I suck the head of his cock. The possessive but instinctive need for my alpha’s cum is weird. but I’m not questioning it.
He growls and thrusts before grunting and stiffening. My mouth fills fast, I swallow it over and over until, with a shudder, he pulls away, whining, as Devon finishes in him.
His knuckles are white, and he’s shaking. Mack growls and tugs me back to him, kissing me hard.
I lose myself in that kiss. In the feelings as his knot rocks in me, tearing more cries from my body.
His fingers graze my cheeks and anchor in my hair.
“You are perfect, Omega.”
He curls around me, cradling me in his protective arms. I feel so small and safe. Sleep tugs at me, and with Mack’s purr in my ear, I fall into it.
Devon sits on the bed and towel-dries his hair. Mack is lying on the bed on his side watching me intently. I look up, and my body burns. I gasp and roll onto my back, clutching at my breasts.
“Hurts,” I whine and drag one hand down to cup my pussy. It’s drenched, and I ache. I feel so empty. “Alphas, I need knots. Please, it hurts.”
I grind against my hand, slipping three fingers into myself. Devon rolls me onto my stomach and slaps my ass hard.
I hiss and try to turn, but he holds my hips and drags me back. One of his huge hands slides up my inner thighs and presses against my pussy.
“You’re so wet, Omega. Anyone would think you need a knot.”
I growl.
He laughs and drags my ass back so I smack into his hips. He grinds his hot, heavy cock against my ass.
“Is this what you want?”
“Please,” I whine.
He laughs as I claw the blanket and thrust back against him.
“You are weeping for me,” Devon says, and now his voice is deeper, gruffer. He growls, and I feel his fingers probing me.
“Are you ready for this?” he asks.
“I need your knot,” I whine. I don’t seem to be able to say or focus on much of anything else.
Devon slides into me from behind. It’s smooth and unexpected, and I moan at the feel of him stretching me open.
