Rafe pulls back, and Gage is already there, cock thick and twitching in his hand. He shoves himself into my mouth like he can’t help it.
“Fuck, Princess,” he moans. Then Zeke takes his turn.
When Elias gets me, he hooks a thumb in my cheek to open me wider. My senses snap back to myself momentarily, thinking of all the sounds I’d been making under the others.
“It’s all right, Softness. I have the helmet noise canceling on,” he assures me. I trust him. I do. But something in me quiets. When his cock slides in, I make no sound. I take him in silence. My body goes hot. More sensitive. More raw. Holding back the noise makeseverythingfeel sharper.
I know I’ve done well when Elias pops me off his cock and removes his thumb, trailing a soft line along my cheek as calm confirmation.
By now my clit is throbbing, my core is a weeping, slick-covered mess, and my thighs aren’t much better.
“Please,” I whisper, and that is all it takes.
Rafe falls to his knees beside me. “You never have to beg for us, Dulzura. We beg for you.” He slides his hand around my thighs,pulling me forward while spreading my legs so that I’m straddling him. His cock finds my entrance and slides in, filling my aching, sensitive core. I can’t help the moan that slips between my lips and glance to Eli. He seems unbothered. I remember the noise canceling on in his helmet.
He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t blink. Just prowls behind us like a panther, quiet and calculating, while Rafe rocks into me. Rafe whispers in Spanish, the words low and wicked against my ear. I don’t know them all, but I don’t need to. The tone alone has me clenching around Rafe’s cock. It makes my breath stutter.
I feel the air move as Eli gets on his knees behind me. His long, hot cock slides through the crease of my ass and then down to rub along the side of my folds, gliding around Rafe’s cock still pumping into me.
Rafe groans in his helmet, raw and guttural. He grabs Eli’s shoulder, bracing me between them. Eli drags his cock along the mess of me and Rafe, slicking himself against the slide of Rafe's length, then finally lines up with my ass.
The pressure is slow. Insistent. My head tips back onto Eli’s shoulder as I pant, overwhelmed. I turn and kiss the side of his helmet, then the sliver of skin at his neck, needing to feel anything, everything.
He pops in with a delicious sting. My breath comes in short, desperate rasps as his cock slides into my ass and against the underside of Rafe’s shaft. Rafe's throat works against my face, he's clearly swallowing as many sounds as I am for Eli. I wonder if he enjoys the heightened raw awareness as much as I am.
He thrusts again, and then Eli follows. They find a rhythm that drags soft whimpers from my throat I can't seem to swallow. One cock grinding into my pussy, the other spearing me from behind. They take turns filling me. I claw at Rafe’s shoulder with one handand grip Eli’s helmet with the other as he presses it to my neck like he wants to bite through the plastic.
Eli's cock hits that spot inside, that electric, perfect place that makes me see stars. Again and again and again. He doesn’t miss.
“I—” I whisper, then cut myself off, remembering Eli’s. Even if he can't hear me it makes me feel so good to keep everything inside. It lights up my core.
His hand comes up to cover my mouth. His warm, callused hand against my lips is the last straw for me as I choke on the orgasm barreling through my body, squeezing on both cocks buried deep inside of me.
They fuck me through it. Deep, erratic thrusts. Rafe's breathing is hard. Then both of them spasm as they fill me, thick and hot, come pumping into me in heavy pulses.
They don’t lock in their knots. The others are watching, waiting. It would be rude. So their cum, overstuffed and still pulsing, spills down my thighs. I’m a mess.
Eli and Rafe ease out of me, careful but firm, letting me slump forward onto my hands. One palm in dirt, one on Corbin’s ruined coat. I don’t even try to clean myself. I want them to see what a mess they've made of me.
But I’m not done. Oh, they’re not anywhere near done with me.
Three alphas stand in various states of dishevel, Corbin fully dressed, fly open, cock in hand, staring at me like he might eat me alive. Zeke has stripped of everything besides his helmet, his cock jutting toward me. Gage leans against a tree, pulling in steady, long strokes that make my mouth water and my pussy clench.
Corbin moves first. He goes to his knees behind me and drags a hand over the round of my ass, then slides his finger through the messof cum and slick around my thighs, through my folds, and up the slit of my ass.
“Oh, Sweetheart. Watching you take two packmates at once. You did so fucking well, baby girl. Do you want more, or do you need a break?”
“Please, Daddy. I want more.”
The words spill from me like a prayer. Begging doesn’t shame me—itignitesme. Makes me feel so small, so precious, sofucking hungry.
I glance over my shoulder through wisps of hair in my face. He looks to Zeke, who nods once, confirming my need—my absolute desperation for them. Maybe this has turned into a heat spike. Maybe it hasn’t. I can’t tell, and I don’t care when I feel Corbin slip a finger past the tight ring of my asshole and I arch against him.
“God, you’re perfect like this. Ruined and dripping and still begging for more,” Corbin hums as a second finger joins the first. He pumps in a few times before taking them out.
I whine at the horrible, hollow feeling left behind, but it’s quickly replaced by his hand on the small of my back, arching me while his cock lines up and thrusts in. It’s a hot, hard stretch, and I think that he’ll start thrusting, but he doesn’t. Instead, he bands his arm around my middle and pulls me up and back. He sits back on his heels, and I’m firmly in his lap, cock firmly wedged inside of me. He uses the hand not holding me to take hold of my thigh and drag my legs open, presenting my soaked, dripping pussy like an offering. It glistens in the moonlight, slicked and swollen, pulsing in the open air.
Zeke and Gage snap forward at the same time, struggling to be the first ones to me. The hot anger of dominance and challenge zips up the bond with Zeke.
