ANYA
My body is completely stuffed and stretched between Ryker and Marcus.
Their thick knots are still swelling inside me. One knot deep in my pussy, the other locked tight in my ass. The pressure is overwhelming in the most delicious way. Every tiny throb of their cocks sends fresh spurts of hot cum flooding into me.
Ryker’s face is inches from mine, his forehead pressed to my own, breathing hard. Marcus is spooned tight against my back, his massive chest heaving, lips brushing the back of my neck.
“You okay, baby?” Ryker asks, voice rough but gentle. His hand cups my cheek, thumb stroking my flushed skin. They had lost complete control while fucking me.
“I’ve never felt so good…and used,” I whisper, barely able to speak after such a wild romp.
Being pinned between two powerful alphas, their knots locking us together, their cum filling both my holes until I feel swollen, is better than anything I’ve ever felt.
I had no idea sex could be like this.
Marcus groans behind me, his knot giving another heavy pulse. More thick, warm semen floods my ass, so much that I can feel my belly slightly swell from how full they’ve made me. Ryker’s knot throbs in my pussy at the same time, pushing even deeper as another long stream of cum jets against my cervix.
“Fuck, she’s still milking us,” Marcus growls, his hand possessively gripping my ass cheek, spreading me a little wider even though we’re already locked. “Such a greedy little omega.”
Ryker smiles against my lips, kissing me softly. “I hope I just got you pregnant,” he murmurs, voice low and satisfied. “I want to see your belly round with our pup. Want to watch these tits get even bigger when they fill with milk for us.”
I don’t answer right away. The thought sends a strange flutter through my chest. Pregnant. With their babies. Permanently tied to these five possessive alphas. A few days ago, that idea would have terrified me. Now, locked between them, feeling so safe and wanted… it doesn’t scare me at all. It feels right. Like, maybe this is exactly what I was always meant for.
Ryker kisses me again, slower this time, his tongue sliding against mine. Behind me, Marcus presses soft, open-mouthed kisses all along my neck and shoulder, his hand gently massaging my ass cheek while his knot continues to pump me full.
I moan quietly into Ryker’s mouth, still twitching around their knots.
“You’ve gone quiet,” Ryker says, his voice gentle. “Did I say something wrong?”
“No,” I say, meeting his dark eyes. “I just... I’m thinking about what that would mean. Being pregnant. With your baby.”
“Is that so bad though?” Marcus’s voice breaks the moment, his tone serious despite our position. “I need to know something. Why did you leave?”
I’d almost forgotten about my escape attempt. About the fear that drove me to tie a rope of clothes together and climb out my window.
“I...” I begin, then stop, unsure how to explain the tangle of emotions that led me to run. “I was scared.”
“Of what?” Ryker asks, his voice careful, controlled. “Of us?”
I shake my head, a strand of hair falling across my face. “No. Not of you. I was scared you would choose your business over me. That when it came down to it, you’d let Keith take me to save your resort.”
The words hang in the air between us, heavy with implication. Ryker’s face darkens, his jaw clenching, but his arms around me remain gentle.
“You thought I’d sell you out?” he asks, his voice dangerously quiet.
“It’s not like that,” I say quickly, one hand coming up to rest on his chest. “I just... I’ve been let down so many times before. My whole life has been people choosing something else over me.”
Pain flashes across his eyes.
“Anya,” he says, my name a sigh on his lips. “I would burn the resort to the ground before I’d let anyone take you from me. It’s just buildings. Just business. You’re...”
He stops, seemingly unable to find the words. I watch his face, the struggle written there, and my heart twists in my chest.
“You’re everything,” he finally says, the words rough with emotion. “You’re my mate. My omega. Mine to protect, mine to keep. Nothing matters more than that.”
He leans forward, capturing my lips with his in a kiss that’s so gentle after the rough sex we just had. I moan into the kiss, my body responding even through the haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
“When I was at Keith’s house. I found out something. Keith is running an omega trafficking ring. He finds omegas, kidnaps them, and sells them to the highest bidder.”
