“Please, Alpha,” she gasps, making my dick jerk as all the blood flow heads south. “Fuck me.”
“Why?” I tease, spitting on my thumb even as her asshole slicks to ease my path inside her. “Please, enlighten me, Little Omega.”
“Storm, Wilder is being mean,” Marie whimpers.
“Don’t look for mercy here, Kitty,” Storm chuckles, his thumb moving in lazy circles over her clit as she writhes between us. “Slick for your alpha. He’s going to stretch your tight hole so good. All you have to do is feel and forget.”
Marie whines in shame and I remove my thumb to push two thick fingers inside of her asshole instead.
“Hide from the world with us,” I purr, kissing up her neck. Her hair is tangled and wet, and I hope we’ll have time to help her take care of it before the club descends on us. “That’s it. Fuck, you’re strangling my fingers like a goddamned queen.”
Storm takes pity on her and hikes her up in his arms to push his way into her cunt. Marie gasps as he stretches her, and he praises her as she slicks from both holes. Fuck, a part of me hates that she wants to hide from the pain of losing Lore, but there will be plenty of reminders for her soon enough.
The club will come in with anecdotes, and I’m pretty sure there will be booze to toast Lore’s too short life.
“Arch that gorgeous back for me, Marie,” I groan, removing my fingers and replacing them with the crown of my cock.
Marie whimpers as I push my body weight forward, her sweet hole slicking to help me. She wants to forget. I can do that with pain, orgasms, and the reminder Storm and I fucked her hard.
“Oh,” she moans, her fingers digging into Storm’s shoulders.
“Oh what?” I groan, my forehead against her shoulder as I watch my cock disappear inside of her. “Have you lost your words already? I want to hear all of them while Storm and I destroy you with our cocks.”
“You promised to wake up if you got good dick,” Storm croons.
“Maybe it’s not good enough yet,” she gasps, shuddering as my hand swats her ass hard. Her holes clench so hard, I swear my dick will break off, and Storm curses as his fingers imprint themselves on her skin. “Do better.”
My lips suck and bite her shoulder, knowing the spot will turn a gorgeous purple later from the broken capillaries. A bond bite is out of the question for now, but I want her to dream about how good it’ll feel when it finally happens.
“Game on, Little Omega,” I rasp, my hips pulling my cock out at the same time as Storm.
“Noo! Give it back!” she cries, though she screams for us when we do exactly that.
Over and over, we drive our cocks in and out of her. Her screams are explosive, real, and she holds onto Storm as if her next breath depends on it.
“Ahh!” Our omega’s sounds are pornographic as Storm muffles them with kisses, though they get louder as he ignores how pressed for time we are.
The fucker pulls her down on his knot, and I can’t help but tease her with mine as I rub it against her hole.
“Marie, goddamnit!” I roar, cursing as her asshole sucks at my knot.
“Teasing is mean,” she mewls. “Give me what’s mine.”
“Oh, I fucking love the sound of that. Our cocks, knots, weapons, and honor belong to you, Little Omega,” I growl.
Marie is the equivalent of a backpack worn on Storm’s chest as she clings to him, and my thrusts and grinding hips rock her harder over his knot. Her skin is slippery, forcing Storm to squeeze her ass as a handhold. He also fists her hair to angle her face to kiss her harder, mumbling things I can’t understand against her lips.
His knot is disappearing into her cunt, which means she loses the friction of it against her clit. Like the gentleman I am, I reach between them and squeeze and pinch her clit.
“Oh fuck, oh oh, Wilder,” she moans, coming up for air.
“I’m not doing anything,” I chuckle. “It works for a cock, does it not work for a clit?”
“You know damn well….oh god…you can work my body like a fiddle,” she mewls.
“Hmmm. So the dick and finger blasting is top tier,” I growl.
Storm’s hand becomes a necklace around her throat as he pushes her face up so I can kiss her. Her lips are wet from the shower and Storm’s sloppy kisses, and she grabs a fistful of my hair as if to keep her balance.
