Removing my gag, he kisses me hard once it’s gone. He doesn’t seem to care that I’m covered in drool and cum, and he pushes his cock into my swollen pussy right next to Ransom. We’ve all been edged and pushed to the edge, and a part of me is sad that this is going to be over quickly.
Lore reaches around me to rub my clit, groaning into my mouth as he fights for space inside of me.
“Relax, Sugar. That’s it. You’re taking us so fucking well,” Ransom groans. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
I feel suspended between them as they take turns to talk me through getting fucked by them. They both remind me to breathe too.
“You’re such a good girl,” Lore gasps. “Fuck. Just a little more, Princess.”
Once Lore is all the way in, Ransom and he take turns thrusting up, destroying my pussy and my sanity. My cries aren’t pretty either. No, they’re desperate, needy, and full of pleasure. The endorphins take over for the pain, and I feel as if I’m floating.
For alphas who don’t share well anywhere else, they sure as fuck know how to treat a girl.
Darkness crawls into the corners of my eyes as my legs and toes begin to tingle. The sensation floods my body as I also feel lightheaded, and my cunt squeezes and releases my alpha.
“You want our cum?” Lore growls. “Work for it, little whore. Milk our cocks. That’s it… Fuck, that’s too good. God, baby. You’re going to kill me.”
The words hold less power than they have. I know he’s not going anywhere in this moment, and that’s all that matters.
Maybe I should find a way to always keep him buried in one of my holes. He’ll get in less trouble that way.
“I’d be less productive too,” Lore whispers. “I’m going to have you pregnant by the end of the year, Princess. Any time we all come inside of you, one of us will be eating it out. Only I get to keep you plugged full of cum. The first baby will be fucking mine.”
The cry that I release comes from deep inside of me, and pleasure and darkness hits me hard.
I wake up to Wilder greedily eating my cunt, and my arms are no longer bound. My fingers dig into the soil as I claw at it, my legs lifting so I can dig my heels into his back.
I can’t imagine doing anything else other than this on a random Thursday afternoon. I’m the luckiest omega in the entire world.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Ransom
“Are you fucking kidding me!”
And so it begins.
“Hey, let’s get out of here, Sugar,” I whisper in Marie’s ear.
I’ve noticed she dislikes confrontation and yelling. She gets really tense and small. I fucking hate that she’s been in situations where disagreements meant she could get hurt.
Every person in this club would cut their hands off before they dared to hurt her. Unfortunately, they’re hot headed and communicate at a roar.
Marie’s curled up in a chair with a glass of whiskey she hasn’t touched, staring vacantly at it. I can recognize a trauma response when I see one. She’s completely checked out and doesn’t notice when I pick her up into my arms.
Arsenal’s eyes move sharply over in my direction, his brow raising when he sees Marie.
“Yo!” he barks, making my girl flinch. “I’m gonna need you all to bring it down, guys.”
“We’re going to head out,” I explain. “She can’t be here while you all work shit out. She’s fucking shaking.”
“Marie,” Lore murmurs, walking over to push her hair out of her face. We all managed to shower and nap before this meeting, but there are shadows creeping under our omega’s eyes due to stress.
“Mmmph?” she asks, blinking up at him. It takes her a second to understand the concern in his eyes before she sighs. “I don’t like all the yelling. I think I need to step out while you handle this, Lore. Arsenal upgraded my stun gun, so it’s no longer a cute little zap.”
Arsenal snorts, saying, “I want you to be able to hurt people with the thing, Little Queen. A love tap isn’t going to do shit.”
“If I wanted to hurt people, I’d just shoot them,” she grumbles, laying her head on my shoulder.
