“Oh my fucking god,” Saint groans, eyes rolling back. “I can feel every inch of you moving inside her.”
I’m stuffed. Completely, perfectly stuffed by my three alphas. The overwhelming stretch and pressure drags a broken, muffled scream from my throat.
“Amazing,” I finish as I start to move again. Back and forth. Back and forth. Until the pressure starts to build.
“She’s getting close,” Saint rumbles.
“Graham,” Silas growls, “come feed your omega your cock again. I want to see her take all of us.”
Graham saunters over from his chair, eyes never leaving mine, hand still working up and down his length.
“Can you take me again, beautiful? All the way down your throat.”
My mouth waters with desire to taste him.
"Yes," I say. "All of you."
I mean Graham.
I mean all of them.
Both things at once.
“You want us to fill you up, little bird? Make a mess of you?”
I nod around Graham’s length, tilting my head and willing his shaft to push all the waydown my throat.
“Oh shit,” Saint says reverently as he watches me swallow Graham deep. “I’m not going to last.” His pace increases, jarring me until I’m bouncing between their three bodies.
I’m impossibly full, stretched and filled. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt. Then Saint lodges his knot deep inside me, and, oh shit I was wrong. Silas keeps pounding my ass. The pressure is so intense my vision whites out. Nothing has ever felt this good. My pussy spasms violently, milking him as wave after wave of the strongest orgasm of my life rips through me. I ride it out against Saint’s swollen bulge, grinding my clit on him as Graham and Silas fuck me until we’re all coming.
“That’s it. Take every fucking drop from your alphas,” Silas commands as I suck Graham hard into my mouth.
Graham coats the back of my throat while Silas paints my insides. When they slip from my body, Graham bends down and kisses me. Then Silas turns my head and does the same.
“You smell amazing, little bird. So messy with our scents.”
I hum contentedly as I snuggle forward on Saint’s chest.
Three different purrs start up.
“That was hot,” Graham says.
Saint chuckles. “Is the mirror for you, Graham?”
My giant beams, completely unashamed. “It’s my thing.”
Saint kisses my shoulder. “I think it might be my thing, too.”
Silas retrieves a towel and cleans me before lying down in the nest. Graham is on my other side, and Saint is below me, his knot still locking us tight together. We lie together in silence for a while.
My eyes just drift shut when Graham whispers, “I don’t know why you signed up for the heat clinic, Saint, but I’m glad you did.”
I kiss Saint’s chest. “Me, too. Otherwise, I would be spending my heat with other alphas.” A trio of growls rumble.
“Fuck that,” Silas says.
I sit up, still straddling Saint. “Why did you sign up? I mean, we all know why I was there, but why were you?”
