Page 86 of Knot Their Soldier: Part Three

Halley just makes a whimpering sound.

"Yes, Daddy," I answer in her stead.

A harsh slap lands on my outer thigh, and the spike of pain makes my hips buck and cock pulse. Halley gasps, clenching down on us, and for a dizzying instant I think I probably died back on a shitty solo espionage mission years ago and this is actually the afterlife, because fuck me does it feel good.

I must have sung my pleasure, because when my vision clears, I see Shade sighing and rolling his eyes.

"That was meant to be a reprimand, you delinquent."

"Then you better discipline me harder," I retort, mind still hazy but begging for another sweet sting of pain.

"Later. Focus on Halley now."

I wait for him to smack me again, but he doesn't. Before I can complain, he picks up the pace, and I have no more brain power to think of anything but the cock rubbing against mine and the pussy pulsing around me.

We move inside her as a team, pistoning in and out faster. Her body is trembling as she rides the waves of being overstuffed and overstimulated. She gasps, and moans, and strains like she wants to both escape and get closer. I constantly have to adjust my grip, or she'll slip free. All in all, she takes to being doubly impaled like a fish to water. Or, I guess, an Omega to a gangbang.

There are noises coming out of Halley that I've never heard from her before. Choked moans, strangled gasps, high-pitched squeals, and deep groans. I'm sure our girl would normally find a way to be ashamed of those noises, of how wanton and animalistic they are, but shame has no place in heat. It's been scalded away by her insatiable need for cock, come, and knots.

I meet Shade's brown eyes, half-lidded and glazed with sheer lust. Fuck, he's beautiful. Hot. He makes me want to beg and be good. No one else alive can claim that. Well, other than Halley, of course.

Shade bends over her more, shifting his hips until his body slots directly over hers. I grunt from the additional weight, and it means I can't get much leverage to fuck up into Halley. Shade is doing most of the thrusting now, and it occurs to me what my purpose in this little entanglement is.

Right here and now, I'm a tool for them.

With me, Shade can fuck Halley like an Alpha. I've given him girth and, when the time comes, a knot.

I swallow thickly at the thought, and pre-come spurts out of me.

I'm just a toy to be used by my Beta.

Yes. I like that. A lot.

Shade's new angle crushes Halley's clit against his pelvis, tearing a long wail of keening ecstasy out of her. Shade gasps, and his rhythm falters for a moment, his face twisting in pleasure. I revel in the feeling of his cock throbbing and Halley's pussy clenching.

Yep. It's decided. I definitely died and am somewhere much, much nicer than Fathim. The afterlife is incredible.

Although… I think I can kick it up a notch.

I brush Halley's hair to the side, and whisper in her ear. "Are you enjoying having both your superior officers' cocks in your cunt, Sparks?"

Halley yelps, and I laugh.

"Don't... don't say things like that," she gasps between Shade's hard thrusts.

"You mean the truth? That you're a little tease who seduced your superior officers during training?"

"Mm'didn't!" she protests, slurring her words.

"Oh, but you did. You have your Sergeant and your Specialist with their cocks inside you at the same time. Like a little tart."

Slick spurts, and Shade starts hammering into Halley again, reacting to my filthy words as well.

"You want us to come inside you? Fill you up with so much come it'll be dripping from your well-used, fucked-out hole?"

She sobs, shivering all over, her moans turning into a constant whining scream.

Apparently, she could handle two cocks inside her cunt, but not with the addition of dirty talk as well. Good to know where the line is… so I can cross it.