“She was made to take our cocks, our knots, our cum. We’re going to pump you so full you’ll be dripping for weeks,” Fritz said as my two alphas started moving in tandem. One dragging out as the other slammed in. Until it got faster, then harder, and they found a brutal rhythm. AndI loved it.
The wet slap of hips on slick-soaked skin filled the room. Their knots swelled rapidly, pressing together at my entrance, catching on every thrust.
My gaze found Hastings’ when he groaned like he found it torture. His hand shoved into his trousers as he stroked himself. “That’s it—fuck her raw. She loves it.”
Fritz’s thrusts turned punishing. “Hear that, Liebling? Your bonded mate is losing his mind feeling you get wrecked. And we’re gonna knot this beautiful hole together. We’re gonna lock you on both our cocks and flood your womb until you’re stuffed and dripping, marked inside and out.”
Etienne’s hand slid down between the two men and he rubbed tight circles on my clit.
“Come for us, Princesse,” he commanded
My nails raked down Etienne’s arms, my body shaking violently.
“That’s it Princesse, I can feel you’re close. Now come on your alphas’ cocks. We’re ready to claim what’s ours.”
The words shattered me. My orgasm ripped through me like fire as my walls spasmed around their cocks. I screamed, vision blacking at the edges again, every muscle seizing.
They didn’t slow. Fritz pounded from above. Etienne was slowly behind but it was his knot I felt swell first. My eyes widened as it swelled impossibly larger.
“Merde,” Etienne groaned. I was sure their knots were catching together as they forced their way inside me.
“Oh god,” I moaned, suddenly feeling so full and knowing. I should have been scared, but the burn of the knot tipped me into another climax instantly.
“She wants more,” Hastings said.
My gaze went back to him. Now his dick was in his hand as he stroked the length, watching.
My head dropped back, eyes rolling. “Please–”
“Now,” Etienne snarled at Fritz.
Teeth sank in on both sides.
Etienne’s bite was deep on my left gland, Fritz’s sharp and possessive on my right.
I didn’t scream. Couldn’t talk. I was too shocked, too full of them and already spiraling again as the bonds exploded open, flooding me with them. With Etienne’s fierce adoration, Fritz’s wild devotion, and then I felt Hastings’ dark triumph and overwhelming pleasure.
“Yes!” Fritz roared against my skin as his hips ground deep and his knot pushed inside with Etienne’s.
Hot floods of cum filled me in endless waves. As their knots throbbed together, the sensation dragged my orgasm out until I was sobbing, limp and trembling between them.
“Take every drop, omega. Your pack is gonna fill this pussy until you’re leaking our cum for days.”
“Fuck!” Hastings cursed. But he loved it. Our bond sang with his release as he watched us locked together. Now his pack was fully bonded, and his omega thoroughlyclaimed.
Etienne and Fritz licked gently over the fresh bites, soothing the sting. Hastings finally climbed in the nest with us, pressing a kiss on my lips while his hand splayed over my lower belly.
“Completely ours now,” he murmured.
30
Fritz
Ten days had passedsince we'd made Presley our own, and the house finally felt like it was breathing again.
I sat beside her on the wrought iron bench in the garden, my arm draped over her shoulders, watching the morning sun turn her hair into spun gold. She'd gained a little weight, enough that her cheeks had filled out, that the hollows under her eyes had softened. She no longer looked like a woman who'd been starving in a caravan, rationing electricity or wearing layers of clothes to get warm, and she no longer had to eat baked beans from a tin.
She looked healthy.
