“Open your mouth and drink,” Rory growls.
She obediently does as she’s told. I hum and brush my fingers through her hair, cleaning out some of the debris.
Vale was able to clean her a little earlier, but other than that, she’s been sleeping, but the sun is rising.
As dawn comes, another flare of her heat hits, and Rory grabs her before she can bolt. He lies down and pulls her down on him.
“Cyn’s going to fuck your ass now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Am I?”
“Yes, you are. Because we are going to wreck her so good that she crawls.”
It’s hard to argue with Rory’s darkness. I get between Rory’s legs behind her and drag my fingers down her spine.
“Alpha?”
The word hits me hard. I look at Rory.
“She’s talking to you.”
I close my eyes. She called me alpha.
“Yes, Omega?”
“Don’t hold back. Make me yours. Please. Give me your knot. It hurts.”
To my absolute distress, she starts to sob.
I hug her from behind, one arm around her shoulders, the other coming up underneath her, wrapping around her ribcage.
“Don’t cry. I can’t bear it. I’ll destroy anything you want destroyed. I’ll be your weapon, you just point me where you want me to go. Just don’t cry, Bonnie.”
“It hurts, please knot me. You’re just a dream. It’s just me alone out here. No one’s coming.”
“Do you see us in every heat?” I ask as I hold her tighter. I ache for her in a way I don’t think I’ve ever cared about anyone. Picturing her alone out here, calling for us.
“Every heat,” she admits. “Every night in my dreams. Every time I picture my future,” she moans. “But you’re not here.”
I pinch her nipple hard enough to make her gasp. “We are here.” I hesitate. “Rory, knot her and then make her crawl. You have to.”
Rory’s stamina is something else, but he’s also a sadist who can read people’s bodies better than most people can read books.
He reaches between them and shoves up into her. I rub my fingers through her slick, stroking his cock and balls as they get coated, then I lean my weight on her, flattening her to Rory’s chest while I find that puckered hole and rub the entrance in circles. She moans and thrusts back as much as she can, but we’ve got her sandwiched.
I get the digit in and moan at the tight grip. I pull it out and shove it back in. Over and over until she relaxes and I can add another. I add a third and then a fourth.
“Rory, out for a minute.”
Rory pulls out of her, and I slam in, fucking her hard and fast, violently. God, this pussy is going to be the end of me. Once I’m coated, I pull out again, wait until Rory is buried deep, and then I slowly work my cock into her.
She sits up, moaning.
“Oh, god, oh, please, oh, shit. It feels so good. Yes, this is what I need. Please, I need it. I need your knots.”
Her wild cry is a plea; she’s begging. She’s crying for us. For something only we can give her.
A warmth blooms in my chest. I can give her this. All of this.
