These three men are giving me what I want—comfort, and ease—but it’s not who I want it from. The scents are all wrong, but I can’t fight it any longer. My body takes over, pushing my mind out of the way. All I can process at the moment is my longing to have their knots. To have them fuck me and take me as theirs.
Ray slides two fingers into his mouth, coating them with spit, then pushes one into me. “Fuck, Miles. She’s so goddamn tight. He wasn’t lying—she’s a virgin.”
“No cock. She’s mine to break first. To mark.” Miles' dominance overpowers the other two. Ray leans back downbetween my legs and begins to suck and lick my pussy. With each flick of his tongue against my clit, my hips lift, pressing my core right into his face. Elliott continues his assault on my nipple, his hand gripping my other breast, his nails digging into my skin. My back arches and I moan.
I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I should be repulsed by their touches, fighting to get them off of me. But I don’t. Instead, I offer myself to them on a silver platter, begging for more like a dog in heat.
“Playtime’s over. Time to have Little Lamb bear my mark,” Miles commands, and both Ray and Elliott grumble under their breath at having to break free from me.
“Her mouth is still open. She can suck my cock at the same time as you fuck her.” Elliott speaks up. “I was the one who found her. If I can’t take her pussy first, then I want her mouth.”
“Fine by me. I want her ass. I know it’s going to be just as tight as her virgin cunt,” Ray growls.
“Please, I need a knot,” I mewl, hating the taste of the begging words on my tongue.
“You’re going to get it, Little Lamb. But it won’t be sweetness and sunshine. It’s going to be rough and only for my pleasure.” His hand grips his very large, very thick shaft, stroking it from base to tip as Ray moves from between my legs.
Ray takes hold of his cock, precum leaking from his slit as his tongue lazily slides across his lower lip as he moves around the bed. Elliott takes his place at my head and places the tip of his cock on my lips, rubbing it back and forth. “Open up,” he purrs, and my mouth falls open, allowing him to press his manhood inside it. “Bite me and you’ll be punished.”
My eyes go wide, not knowing what to do, only going by what I’ve heard and seen in movies. I force my mouth open as wide as I can, but he’s doing all the work, thrusting his hips, moving his cock deeper down my throat.
I can feel hot breath on my clit, then a hand running through my wet folds, dragging my slick with it. “You’re mine,” Miles growls, just before lining his head at my opening and thrusting it inside me. Pain rips through my body as I bite down on the dick in my mouth, tears streaming from my eyes.
A hand comes down, smacking me across the side of my head. Elliott pulls his cock from my mouth, then grips my jaw in his hand, pressing his lips flush with my ear. “Once you bleed for him, you’re mine. Your punishment is going to be my greatest pleasure.”
“Told you it was a bad idea.” Rays says I glance over at him through tear stained eyes, watching as he laughs while stroking his cock in the chair across the room.
“Eyes on me, Omega.” My eyes shift to Miles as he thrusts deeper inside me, his knot locking in place. He leans forward, kissing the fleshy part of my breast, then sinks his teeth in, marking me as he comes inside me.
My vision goes black, realization coming forth in a clear moment in my haze. He marked me. Pain ripples through my body as he chuckles against me. “Mark me,” he growls, but I shake my head. I can’t. “Mark me.” His voice grows deeper as his dominance seeps, taking control over me. He lowers his body down, taking hold of my head, pulling it forward until my mouth is flush against his neck. “Mark me.”
There’s nothing I can do. Opening my mouth, I bite down on his neck, marking him the same as he did me. My life is over. This is all I am now. A useless weakling who couldn’t even save herself.
We stay locked together, riding out the bond until he pulls free.
A loud crash sounds from below, drawing their attention. My eyes watch as Miles stands, locking onto his blood stained shaft. The evidence of stolen virtue.
“Elliot, go check on it, give your cock some time to heal. Ray, your turn to play.”
Ray steps over to the bed. “Get on your hands and knees,” he barks. I move on autopilot, every motion jagged and wrong, a hot, tearing ache ripping through me as sharp as my need for another knot. I’m disgusted with myself. When I don’t move fast enough for him, he grabs hold of me, flipping me over. “Your ass is mine,” he whispers. Ray slides his rough fingers through my tender core, thrusting them into my channel, with no sense of care. Just pure roughness. “Fuck, Sweetmeat, even after taking Miles’ knot you’re still so fucking tight. Can’t wait to see what that ass feels like.”
There’s another burst of commotion, faint, but still audible enough to hear drifting from somewhere outside the room.
“What the fuck?” Miles growls. “What the fuck is he doing out there?”
“Probably tripped over his own damn feet,” Ray manages to say through laughter.
Ray pulls out his fingers, bringing with them a mixture of blood, cum and slick that’s dripping from my opening, and rubs it around the rim of my asshole. “Time to find out,” he says gleefully as I feel a pressure at my opening then a thrust. I scream out in agony as pain rips through my body and my vision goes black, just as I hear the slamming of a door.
“River!”
Storm.
Chapter 13
River
Screams erupt all around me and Ray pulls away from me, my body crashing down on the nest beneath me as I writhe in pain, and for the loss of the knot my body craves.
