Steve kept on fingering him, telling him how he was going to train his hole, and by the time he finally pulled back he was pretty sure that he could have gotten a good portion of his thumb in there as well.
But tonight wasn’t about teaching Dylan to take a fist – it was about claiming him. Steve rose up to his full height, and under Dylan’s watchful and heated gaze, hefted his cock out of his leather pants.
He was rock hard, his cock sticky and glistening with pre-come, and as he gave himself a few pumps, Dylan watched him so intently that he didn’t even breathe.
“Tell me you want my knot,” Steve said, bending his knees and rubbing the tip of his cock over Dylan’s hole. He was already gaping, his pink hole winking and refusing to close after Steve’s thorough preparation. “Beg me for it.”
Dylan started to beg. “Please give me your knot, alpha. I want to feel it inside of me. Please let me have it…”
As Steve teased Dylan’s hole, Dylan’s pleas descended into an incoherent mess of noisy whines interspersed with the word please.
“You can have it,” Steve said, and with a grin from his fellow alphas, he thrust his hips and fucked his cock balls deep into Dylan’s waiting hole.
Dylan keened, his head lifting up as he grit his teeth and struggled to accept the full length of Steve’s cock inside of him.
Steve gave him a second to get used to the feeling, arching his back and leaning down to swallow his whimpers with a messy kiss, but after a moment he couldn’t hold back any more. Still pressing his teeth against Dylan’s mouth, Steve lifted his hips, the sensation of Dylan’s inner walls trying to cling to his cock and keep it inside sending shudders up and down his spine.
He pulled his cock out of Dylan’s ass until only his bulbous cockhead remained inside and then slammed his hips down and buried the full length of his manhood inside Dylan’s body.
It felt like coming home. Dylan’s body was where he belonged. Steve rose up, grabbing Dylan’s legs and yanking them back from August’s grip. He pinned them to his chest, holding them in a bruising grip, and then started fucking Dylan like an omega should be fucked.
“You can take it,” August said, stroking Dylan’s cheeks and putting two fingers in his mouth when he cried out.
“Relax and open up,” Ryker added, reaching over and stroking Dylan’s hard cock. “August is right. You can take this.”
Dylan was breathing hard, each rough thrust from Steve’s cock making him grunt out a whimper. Steve closed his eyes, the intense pleasure making his wolf want to come out like he was some kind of out-of-control teenager.
“You can wolf out,” August said. “Show us your teeth, baby. Let Dylan see how you’re going to claim him.”
The reminder that he was going to claim Dylan burst whatever bubble of self-control Steve had. He opened his hands so that he wouldn’t puncture Dylan’s legs with his claws, pressing them back against his chest with the flats of his hands, while his canines lengthened and grew sharp.
“That’s it, give me your load,” Ryker said, making Steve blink in confusion. He wasn’t coming yet. He could go for much longer than this. He was about to make an angry defense of his virility when he felt Dylan clench down hard on his cock.
Dylan was coming. The realization only made him fuck him harder.
“Come on, give me all of it,” Ryker said, milking Dylan through his orgasm and beyond. Steve could feel it when the stimulation went from pleasure to oversensitive pain, because Dylan started squeezing his cock that much harder.
It felt amazing.
When Ryker finally lifted his hand, Steve made a noise of protest.
“Keep milking him,” he growled, grinning at the wide-eyed look Dylan sent him. He was not feeling in a merciful mood.
“You heard him,” Ryker said, sighing like he had no choice as he took the tip of Dylan’s now limp cock between his fingers and rubbed.
Dylan threw his head back into August’s lap, keening loudly until August shoved three fingers into his mouth, shutting him up and making him gag.
“Don’t be so noisy,” August reprimanded him.
Steve grinned, his brutal rhythm never stuttering. Dylan was moaning and whimpering, trapped between his three merciless alphas, but Steve knew in his bones how much fun he was having.
Dylan was made for this. He was made forthem.
All of a sudden Steve felt his orgasm approaching like an out-of-control train. His knot started to swell, each thrust of his hips making him feel like a god, pleasure coursing through his veins like liquid gold.
He came with a grunt, shooting into Dylan’s hole like a firehose, the sensation of volume and force as he continued emptying his cock into Dylan’s body better than anything he’d ever experienced. His knot swelled, and as he pushed it past Dylan’s protesting anal walls and locked it into place, he wondered how he’d gone his whole life without feeling this feeling.
Dylan’s ass wasperfect. It squeezed his knot like it had been designed to give alphas pleasure.
