“Good.” With the grunted word he pulls me the rest of the way down, until I’m fully seated, our pelvises touching. We both moan. He feels so fucking good, and I want him to move, but I know that’s not the plan as dictated by Forsythe.
Thayer doesn’t waste time, pressing a hand between my shoulder blades until I’m flat on Grieves’ chest, who’s hands slide up from my hips to wrap around my back and hold me steady as the professor replaces his fingers with the blunt tip of his cock.
“Slowly,” Forsythe reminds him.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear Piers choke out and I twist my head to find Court has him in a similar position to the one I’m in, on his knees, face pressed into the mattress. The alpha is behind him, poised and ready to enter his tight hole.
Court smirks. “Thought we’d do it together.”
The idea of that makes my inner muscles clench and Grieves groans. “Don’t do that, bubbles. Please. I’m barely keeping it together as it is.”
I open my mouth to tell him to blame Court and Piers, but all that comes out is a breathy little moan as Thayer pushes forward inch by slow inch. I watch as Court does the same to Piers, and the ecstasy on both of their faces only serves to fan mine higher.
“Oh, fuck. I can feel you,” Grieves growls. “I can feel you filling her. It's making her so tight.”
The pressure is exquisite, almost too much. A whine pulls out of me and Thayer pauses.
“Look at me, Florence,” Forsythe demands. My eyes flutter open to find him bent over to my level, expression cautious. “How are you feeling, love?”
I blink at him trying to process the question and the tinge of worry that laces through it. Can’t he see how I’m doing? I’m so good I can’t even form coherent sentences, which becomes apparent when I open my mouth and all that comes out is a sound like ‘uhnggg’.
Court chuckles. “I think that means she’s good. All I’m feeling from her is pleasure.”
“Is Court right, omega?” Forsythe asks, leaning in to nuzzle my face. “You like taking two of your alphas at once?”
I nod, a little frantic and this time I manage to answer. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
Thayer moves again, pushing and pushing and pushing until I’m so full of both of them. His hips meet my ass and the only thing I can do is make a helpless little whine, which grows into a scream when they start moving, alternately fucking me. Their hands grip and hold me steady as they do, making the only thing I have to do is just… take it.
I really am a pillow princess.
Grieves starts growling filthy things in my ear about how I feel so good, how I’m such a good omega, how I look so pretty taking both of them. His words, Thayer’s grunted breaths heavy in my ear, the sight of Court fucking Piers, Forsythe’s warm assurance, all serve to make my pleasure ratchet higher and higher.
“Deeper,” I pant out. “More.”
The world blurs and shifts as they move us until we’re sitting upright, gravity working for us and giving me what I need. “Gonna knot you now,” Grieves growls.
“Together,” Forsythe orders.
I feel Thayer nod against my shoulder. “Together.”
“Be a good omega and let them in,cor mea,” my prime says. And even though he doesn’t use a bark, I swear I feel my inner muscles release the slightest bit more and they both sink in deeper, their swollen knots lodging deep inside me. I scream as my orgasm hits. They both roar as their cocks jerk, spilling inside me.
Their eyes meet over my head, unspoken words between them, but I can guess what they are, given that the next moment they strike together, each bending to one side of my neck, teeth sinking deep. I cry out at the spike of pain, but it fades to a loud moan as the ache is replaced by pure bolt-hot pleasure.
I come on their knots, squeezing both tight. Thayer grunts against my flesh, teeth still buried, as he floods my ass with more cum.
“Now you, Ren,” Forsythe says almost reverently as the first stirrings of my bond with them uncurl in my chest. “Bite them back.”
My jaw aches at the command, even though I know he didn’t bark at me. Grieves growls when I lace my fingers into the long strands of hair and pull. His grey eyes blaze, my blood is smeared on his mouth and chin, he looks feral. Perfect.
When I tug on his hair harder, telling him without words what I need, his lip pulls back into a vicious snarl, but he moves, keeping his gray eyes on me. My teeth sink in, blood floods my mouth. Grieves groans, his hips bucking into me again, his cock spilling again.
“Mine,” he says, sounding awed and possessive. But even still he carefully urges me away from his throat, cupping theback of my head to hold me steady as Thayer curls around me, bringing his neck closer to me. “Ready, killer?”
I nod and a second later I strike, biting him just under his jaw, in the same place I bit all of our other pack mates, high enough that shirt collars won’t hide it. High enough for it to always be on display.
