Page 170 of Slashed Bonds

Then he says, voice ragged.

“Now slide into her before I do, cause once I’m in, game’s on.”

Killian doesn’t waste time.

His cock is thick and slicked with what’s left of me, and he pushes in with a slow, cruel precision, stretching me so wide and deep I want to cry from the relief of it finally happening.

He doesn’t fuck around with teasing or gentle prep—just fills me with one smooth thrust, bottoming out while I gasp and try to remember how to breathe.

He’s so deep I feel him everywhere, like he’s plugging a leak in my soul. I want to clench down, keep him locked inside me forever, but I know there’s more coming.

I’m braced against Killian’s chest, arms gone useless, but I manage to drag my nails down his back, leaving marks I hope will bruise.

He hisses and starts to thrust, slow at first but gaining speed and violence, every movement slamming me harder against Nikolai.

I’m so stretched open and full it hurts a little, but the pain is perfect, the only thing anchoring me in my body. I try to keep up, but I’m being fucked so hard my feet barely touch the floor.

Nikolai waits, only barely, and then he’s lining himself up, cockhead nudging at the tight, spit-slick ring of my ass.

I’ve done this before, taken cocks back to back, but never two Alphas at the same time, never like this. I know it’ll hurt, but I want it so bad I could weep. I grind back against him, desperate, and he chuckles—actually has the nerve to tease me with the tip, feather-light, before shoving in with a force that nearly blacks out my vision.

The stretch is unreal.

I’m split open, impaled, every inch of both of them crowding inside me at once. Killian’s cock drags along the front wall of my pussy, making the nerves there explode, while Nikolai’s piercings catch and spark against the sensitive skin inside my ass.

I can’t think, can’t speak, can’t do anything but take it and feel it and want more.

They move in a rhythm, brutal and perfect, like they’ve done this a thousand times.

Killian thrusts in as Nikolai pulls out, and vice versa, so I’m never empty, never spared a second of relief.

Every cycle pushes me up the wall, then back down, my body reduced to a conduit for their need. The only sounds are the slap of wet skin, my wrecked moaning, and the twin growls of Alphas losing their minds.

I can hear myself—actually hear the words, though I’m not sure they’re in any language.

“Fuck, fuck, more, don’t stop, please—” and they don’t.

They speed up, bodies slamming into me from either side, until the world is just a staccato drumbeat of sensation and the knowledge that I am being used, filled, claimed in a way that makes everything else in my life irrelevant.

Nikolai pulls my hair, arching my neck back until I’m looking at the ceiling, and bites my ear.

“Almost too much for you, Mommy? But not quite.”

He’s not wrong.

I’m on the edge, nerve endings torched, and when Killian reaches down to circle my clit with a thumb slicked in my own juices, I come apart so violently I black out for a second.

Every muscle in my body seizes, and I scream, not caring at all if the whole arena hears. My pussy clamps down on Killian, milking his cock.

It takes them no time after that. Killian is first, hips pistoning so hard he nearly lifts me off my feet, then he’s coming, filling me with heat and pressure and a rush so intense it triggers another orgasm, this one thinner, more electric, but just as savage.

I feel the hot, sudden swell as his knot starts to form. He tests himself clearly, because he’s cursing in a whole different language when the pressure becomes unbearable, before he pulls out before his knot can dare lock in.

The pressure in my ass is almost as intense—Nikolai is pounding me mercilessly, and I can feel his knot swelling too, thick as a fist.

Nikolai comes undone soon after; the swell of his knot in such a tight space of my ass could discombobulate my mind, body, and fucking soul.

There’s nowhere for all the cum to go, so it leaks out in hot, messy pulses, running down my thighs, dripping onto the shower floor, but he pulls out before his knot can attempt to keep us as one.