I writhed between them, fingers tangling in their hair, pulling them closer.
Through the bond, Hastings’s arousal flooded me. It was hot and overwhelming as his own need spiked with every moan I fed him.
Etienne pulled off my nipple with a wet pop, glancing toward the cockpit. “This is sharing, Hastings,” he said, voice husky, fingers still pumping steadily inside me alongside Fritz’s.
Hastings’s laugh was dark, strained. “Enjoy,” he growled back. “She loves it. I can feel everything. Every clench, every rush of slick. Fuck, it’s making me ache.”
The words sent me over again.
Their fingers crooked in unison, hitting that spot relentlessly, thumbs brushing my clit in tandem. My back bowed, breasts thrusting toward their mouths as another orgasm tore through me. This time it was so hard my vision left me as my keening cry echoed in the cabin.
I blinked slowly, the world coming back in fragments of sensation—the velvet slide of silk blankets against myoverheated skin, the heavy weight of pack scent saturating every breath.
Dark leather, cedarwood and petrichor was drenching the air along with my own thick vanilla perfume.
My thighs trembled, sweet smelling slick still leaking from me, the nest beneath me soaked through.
“You blacked out, Omega,” Fritz murmured above me, voice rough with satisfaction, his green eyes glittering as he braced himself on one arm, blond hair falling into his face. “Came so fucking hard on our fingers you left us. Hastings nearly landed in a cow pasture.”
A helpless flush burned through me, remembering the thrum of the blades vibrating up through the seat, the city lights streaking below, Etienne’s and Fritz’s fingers buried deep while their mouths sucked my nipples raw, Hastings’ primal snarls over the headset as every moan fed straight into his bond.
Etienne knelt at my side, dark hair damp, pupils blown wide. His hand settled on my bare hip, thumb stroking reverently over the faint bruises from earlier. “Princesse,” he breathed, voice velvet and filthy promise. “You were exquisite. We brought you home, tucked you safe… but you’re already dripping again, aren’t you? Greedy little omega cunt begging for more.”
I blinked once and then at least another three times, wondering when my sweet alphas got so dirty.
Hastings stood at the edge of the nest, arms folded tight across his chest, trouserstented.
A sharp, feral need slammed through the bond. It was barely leashed.
“Both of you take her,” he ordered, voice gravel. “I want to watch my pack wreck our omega. Stretch her until she’s screaming.”
Etienne and Fritz moved instantly, a silent agreement passing between them. Etienne slid behind me, pulling me up to straddle his lap with his chest to my back, his thick cock already slick with pre-cum nudged at my slick entrance.
He spread my thighs wide, exposing me completely to Fritz and Hastings.
Fritz dropped to his knees between my legs, fisting his cock as he stared at my pussy. “Jesus fuck, look at this perfect hole,” he growled. “Still soaked from the helicopter. Are you ready to take two thick alpha cocks, Liebling? We might ruin you for Hastings.”
I whimpered, nodding frantically, hips rolling back against Etienne. His hands gripped my hips, and lifted me, letting me lower until I was pierced by his cock.
“That’s it, Princesse,” he rasped against my ear. “Take my cock like the perfect omega you are. Feel how deep I am?”
Fritz leaned forward, tongue dragging up my clit and over where Etienne and I joined, making me cry out. He sucked harder as slick gushed over his mouth, leaving him a shiny mess.
Then he straightened, lining himself up beside Etienne’s buried cock, the blunt head pressing alongside it.
I groaned. My eyes fluttered and closed.
Fritz pulled away. “Hold her open,” he told Etienne.
Etienne’s hands gripped my thighs harder, spreading me wider, and Fritz pushed his crown in beside Etienne’s dick.
The stretch was brutal. A deep burning sensation that I'd never felt before, but it was also perfect. More slick gushed around them, easing the slide as Fritz edged inch by inch. Each man groaned as their cocks rubbed against each other and inside me, dragging over every raw nerve.
“Fuck yes,” Fritz snarled, finally seated to the hilt. “Look at our omega swallowing two alpha cocks. You’re split open on us, Omega. You’re so fucking tight we can barely move. You love it, don’t you? You love being ours.”
I had no idea what it was about his words, but my pussy started pulsing around their dicks and there was no way I’d last long.
Etienne’s teeth grazed the unclaimed side of my neck, breath ragged as he held my breasts with both of his palms, his thumbs stroking the nipples. “You were made for this, Princesse,” he growled.
