“Then you better slide in and fuck yourself into Marie’s cunt to see if that’ll help”, Ransom croons. “I see no better way to get to know each other than through fucking her.”
Lore settles behind me, branding me with his scent. He rubs his beard against my skin, marks me with his lips, and most importantly, I can feel the all consuming love coming through our new bond.
I may have gotten a little angry when I bit his lip, but I revel in the new found connection. Maybe it makes me as fucked upas him, I’m not sure. I’m simply happy he’ll never be able to hide from me again.
“I need you to come before I stuff you with my cock, Princess,” he says, kissing my shoulder before he moves down my body to eat me out.
His large tongue licks my asshole that’s full of his cum, making me moan as he stokes the fire burning within me.
“Oh fuck,” Ransom gasps, eyes widening.
“He’s an equal opportunity licker,” Wilder murmurs. “The smug bastard is way too good with his tongue.”
“The better to beg forgiveness with,” Lore growls.
His fingers push against Ransom’s knot to allow my slick to escape, and I whine as he forces my cunt to make room for him to fit.
“You’re doing so well,” he praises me. “I need your body to know I’m never leaving you again. You’ll smell like me for days if I have anything to do with it.”
“It’s helping that I can feel you through the bond,” I admit, moaning as his thumb finds my clit.
“When did that happen?” Storm asks.
“His lip is bleeding,” Wilder groans. “I’d already have thrown him off her if Lore bit her.”
“Stop fighting. I need a cock in my mouth,” I complain. “If you’re this much trouble to keep in line, I’ll refuse to have your babies.”
“Hmm. All I hear is that we should be on our best behavior until you’re pregnant,” Ransom says. “Fuck, Lore.”
“That’s what you should be doing. I’m simply too much of a gentleman to tell you what to do,” he says.
“Doubtful,” Wilder grunts. “Ransom, fuck her with your knot. While you’re at it, you two should be sucking on our cocks. I need your bratty mouths to be occupied.”
“Oh look, the pot is calling the kettle black,” Ransom says, his fingers fisting my hair to kiss me. “I’ll suck if you do, Sugar. What do you say?”
After a rough, long kiss, I nod, turning my face to find Wilder’s cock bobbing beside me. The sounds of Ransom gagging on Storm’s cock as I suck on Wilder’s helps bring me closer to the edge. When Lore pinches my clit, I scream out my release around Wilder’s cock, making Ransom groan as I clamp and gush on his dick.
“That’s it,” Lore rasps. I perfume at the praise, hating that he has this power over me. I still want to be his good little omega, and my heat still growls and snaps inside me, insistent that we need more of whatever my alphas are offering.
“Keep sucking, baby,” Wilder murmurs, his eyes on Lore. “Fuck, that’s gonna be a tight fit.”
Lore’s crown nuzzles against Ransom’s knot, warning me of his entrance as it takes the place of his fingers. The stretch is intense as he pushes inside of me, and Wilder distracts me as he thrusts down my throat.
Wilder’s hand squeezes around my throat like a fucked up necklace, growling in satisfaction as he feels his cock’s indention. Using my slick to help, Lore pushes his way alongside Ransom’s knot.
“Mmmph,” Ransom says, his mouth full of cock as Lore makes his presence known.
“You both have big cocks. Sharing space inside our omega was your idea,” Storm teases as he fucks Ransom’s face. “All your cock teasing is coming back to bite you.”
“Mmm. I see I have another brat on my hands,” Lore rumbles, his hips finding a rhythm.
Ransom can’t do anything more than hold onto me as we’re flooded with sensations. My heat banks itself, leaving behind theendorphins of pleasure. I’m not sure I’d be able to handle both Ransom and Lore inside my pussy otherwise.
Lore’s cock feels good, settling my anxiety. My body clenches around the cocks inside of me, my nerve endings on the best kind of fire as my vision begins to dim. I’m going to pass out, but I don’t want them to stop.
My hand forces Wilder back as I gasp in a breath, needing to vocalize my needs.
“When I pass out, don’t stop fucking me, Lore,” I beg. “I want to wake up and know you’re still here with me. I can’t handle a second of thinking you’re gone.”
