Winnie
After the heat spike with my bonded alpha, I sleep. When I wake, everything burns.
The first thing I see is the hummingbird mural, and it pulls a needy ache low in my belly, something instinctive and bright. Heat cramps roll through me, sharp and insistent, and slick slides down my thighs. I reach blindly for the closest alpha. A scar traces down the side of his face, his eyes still closed, his body warm and solid beneath my hands. I slide closer, fitting myself along him. He’s naked. They all are, sprawled through my nest like they belong here.
His cock rests heavy against his thigh, already thickening as my scent shifts. In my heat-softened mind, the right thing to do is take him into my mouth. Care for him. Ready him for me.
The moment my lips close around him, a low growl rumbles above me. His cock swells, going hard and full against my tongue, and the knowledge that I effect him like this sends a sharp pulse of pleasure straight to my core. Fingers slide into my curls and tug gently, not forcing, just guiding. I look up.
His eyes are open now, steely blue and dark with want. He watches me like I’m precious and dangerous all at once, like I’m something he can’t look away from. His cock stays heavy in my mouth as I hold his gaze.
“Sweetheart,” he murmurs, his thumb brushing my cheek, voice rough but reverent. “You need this?”
I answer by swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, tasting him. He groans, hips lifting into my mouth, letting me set the pace. When he’s fully hard, thick and ready, I pull back and turn to the alpha beside us.
He’s sitting up now, dark skin glowing in the low light, brown eyes locked on me with open hunger. His cock is already standing proud, the head slick and flushed. He grips himself once, coaxing more precum free, and I lean in to lick it up, slow and deliberate.
The scarred alpha groans above me, his head tipping back as I trace the thick vein along the underside of the other’s cock. They both sound wrecked already, and the praise pours off them in soft, murmured words.
Beautiful. So good. Just like that.
But the heat doesn’t wait.
Another cramp hits, sharp and demanding, and a high whine slips from my throat before I can stop it. Instantly, the scarred alpha is behind me, one hand smoothing down my spine, steady and grounding.
“Let me help you, Sweetheart,” he murmurs, lining himself up behind me.
It’s not what I need from him yet. I pull forward, and he stops immediately, watching me closely, ready to follow my lead. Always.
Instead, I climb into the lap of the alpha beneath me.Gage. My body knows his name even through the haze. I line myself up and sink down in one smooth thrust. He fills me completely, hot and thick, and I gasp as my body stretches to take him.
“That’s it,” he breathes, one hand coming to my hip, holding me steady. “You’re doing so well. You feel perfect.”
I rock slowly, working myself down until I’m fully seated, but the cramps don’t ease. I knew they wouldn’t. I need more.
I glance back over my shoulder through the fall of my curls. The scarred alpha,Corbin, is watching my ass move on Gage’s cock, his hand wrapped around himself, stroking slowly. His eyes snap to mine when I whine, and he steps closer immediately, pressing his warmth into my back.
“Is this what you need, Winnie?” he asks softly, dragging the head of his cock along me, slick coating him easily. “Tell me.”
I nod, desperate, reaching back to touch him.
Gage slows his thrusts beneath me, making them deep and steady, anchoring me. I look down at him. His gaze is burning and full of devotion. He cups my cheek, thumb stroking gently.
“We’ve got you,” he murmurs. “Take what you need.”
Corbin lines himself up and presses in slowly. The stretch burns in the best way, pulling a cry from me as he fills me inch by inch. I cling to Gage as they take me together, the fullness overwhelming and perfect, my body finally settling around them both.
Praise surrounds me. Soft voices. Steady hands.You’re doing so good. You’re taking us beautifully. We’ve got you, Sweetheart.
With them filling me completely, holding me, guiding me, the burning ache finally eases into something blissful and right.
Corbin’s hands come around to my front. One cups my breast, pinching and teasing my nipple until sparks race through me. His other hand slips between me and Gage, fingers finding my clit, swirling and pinching in a rhythm that never quite settles. Unpredictable and perfect.
Every touch is electrifying, knee-shaking, until I shatter around both of their cocks. My body locks, pleasure ripping through me in waves so strong I can’t breathe. Their thrusts turn messy anddesperate. I lose track of who’s filling which hole, only that I’m full and shaking and undone.
Gage breaks first. He breathes hard through his nose, one last powerful thrust sealing us together as his knot swells and locks into place. I cry out at the stretch. The other keeps driving into my ass, thrusting rough and deep, his cock rubbing against Gage’s as Gage moans openly beneath me.
“Fu—fuck,” Gage croaks, wrecked.
