by Jayce Carter
“Relax. It’s just two fingers.”
“See what I mean? Dramatic.” Kane lifted his head to nip at her throat, a playful bite. “Relax or don’t relax. Doubt it’ll stop him.”
Tiffany dropped her head to Kane’s shoulder once he lay flat again. It spread her out over his body and let her try to relax, try to get her body to give in.
“Good girl,” Kieran rumbled from behind her before he added strength to his pressing. Nothing could deny him and that included her, because those two fingers sunk into her ass, filling her more than she’d ever had.
She twisted her head to rest her cheek against Kane’s chest, a broken whine on her lips. To her side, Marshall sat, one leg hanging off the bed, his other knee angled toward them. It gave her a look at his cock, at the way he stroked himself, his palm gripped tight around his length.
“You’re taking them so well,” he praised her. “You look beautiful like that, all flushed and breathless and overwhelmed.”
Marshall’s words soaked into Tiffany, driving her need higher like another set of hands on her. His voice was soft, and his approval reached deeper than even Kane’s cock.
“Fuck, I’ve got to knot her,” Kane shoved out through gritted teeth.
Tiffany ground her hips down, trying to get more of him, trying to tell him yes.
He flexed his hands on her ass, pulling her closer as a growl left Kane’s chest, low and dangerous. His cock twitched, he rolled his hips forward and the telltale pressure of his knot growing sent her over the edge.
Despite having only been knotted once, Tiffany remembered the sensation as if it was already a part of her. The barely-there thrusts of his hips to force the growing bulge inside her, to lock it behind her pelvic bone, teased the primal part of her that knew exactly what she needed.
His knot grew, thickening until he could no longer pull out. It pressed against the sensitive area inside her, against the places made for that. He was thick, thicker than even Kieran, and she whined as her body struggled to accommodate the mass.
Even as she writhed, as she tugged against the knot, against his hold on her, against Kieran’s body, she came again, harder than the first time. She muffled her cry with Kane’s chest, and before she could think about it, bit down on him. The way her teeth closed around the firm muscles of his chest had to hurt, but it was all she could do as he stretched her body and stole her thoughts. Her pussy pulsed around him, lost to the overwhelming pleasure.
Kane didn’t complain. He didn’t shove her away or try to get her to let go. Instead, he gripped the back of her head and pulled her closer, a deeper growl leaving him.
Tiffany released her bite, brushing her lips over the indents she’d left in his skin. She lavished affection on the mark with her tongue and lips.
Even trapped by Kane’s knot, even as her body trembled from the way his cock twitched inside her, the tiny movements as his cum filled her, she tried to relax.
At least, she did until a pressure at her ass brought her back to reality. Kieran had removed his fingers from her, probably when she’d been too distracted by her mind-blowing orgasm, and what pressed against her now were not fingers.
That stole away the ease she’d had, the relaxation. She tensed, flattening her hands against Kane’s chest to rise. “Wait.”
Kieran did, though he didn’t pull away. “You’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m not ready,” she whispered. Even if she’d enjoyed what they’d done so far, that felt too far. She couldn’t stop the swirling in her head that said it would hurt, that said she couldn’t trust him. Would he even listen?
A heartbeat later, he pulled away from her, a chill covering her from the withdrawal. As quickly as it had happened, though, he returned. His weight pressed her down as he fit his hard cock against the crevice of her ass, his hands cupping her cheeks to tighten them around him.
Lube made the glide smooth as he rocked forward and back again. It teased her still sensitive ass and made Kane’s knot tug against her body where it refused to budge.
He brought one hand forward to hold his weight as he leaned over her, caging her between the hardness of his and Kane’s bodies. He caught her ear with his teeth, nipping hard enough to sting. “I’ll give you a pass this time, but trust me, you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass before you know it.”
Tiffany moaned at the friction, at the way his words almost made her ready to try it, to risk it.
A thumb on her cheek had her turning her head. Marshall knelt closer, his hand around his dick, pre-cum beaded at the top and catching the light from the window. He held it toward her like an offer, and Tiffany knew her answer.
She leaned as far as she could, trapped as she was, and flicked her tongue against the slit at the head of Marshall’s length.
Marshall pulled in a ragged breath at the soft stroke of Tiffany’s tentative tongue against his cock.
Sweat lined her brow, her skin flushed and her breathing erratic. She was entirely undone and overwhelmed, pinned between Kane’s and Kieran’s massive bulks.
He’d enjoyed the sight as she’d submitted to the two, the way her lust rose until it crested, until it dragged her under. He was ravenous for her as he stroked himself, and the sensation of his own hand wrapped around his shaft didn’t come close to what he wanted.
He knew how it felt to be buried deep inside her. Her cunt had tightened around him and the base of his cock had tingled as he’d grown desperate to knot her. The cries she’d let out still rang in his ears, needy and wanton.
It had been easier to keep himself under control before he’d experienced the sweetness of her body. Each thing she’d done, each stroke of her body against his only rattled the cage of his alpha side, desperate to have her.
I can do this, he vowed to himself as he leaned closer to let her full, pink lips wrap around the head of his dick. Her lips were soft, giving, and warm against his length. Her seeking tongue traced each detail of his cock, and a moan was her response when another spurt of pre-cum escaped him.
Marshall thrust forward, sliding a hand into her long blonde hair. He used it like a leash, holding her still for him. He didn’t fuck deeply into her mouth because his desire was sated by the act of pinning her.
She was trapped. They hadn’t needed ropes or cuffs or anything but their bodies. She was caged between Kane’s swollen knot, Kieran’s heavy body that still fucked against her ass, and Marshall’s grip in her hair. She couldn’t move, could do nothing but take all they had to give.
And yet none of that frightened her. No stink of fear sat on her, no fearful whines or struggling. Instead, her body responded by her scent increasing, filling the room until he could happily drown in it. He didn’t need air. He only wanted to breathe her in until nothing else existed but her scent and the warmth of her body.
A deep sound left Kieran, his hips snapping forward, each thrust sending Tiffany forward on Marshall’s cock. Marshall chose not to think about why he found that such a turn-on, why knowing the omega who sucked on his dick was knotted by one alpha and had another thrusting against her drove his own need higher, but it did.
He’d been serious when he’d claimed alphas were meant to claim omegas in groups, and his reaction only furthered that belief. Taking Tiffany like that, owning every inch of space, possessing her in every way possible, calmed the beast inside him in a way he’d never experienced before.
A sense of completeness swamped him, especially as Kane shifted his hips up and said, “You’re still so fucking tight around my knot, doll. Fuck, I think you don’t want to let it go, huh? Got a taste and you ain’t giving it up?”
Marshall groaned and held off. Even with the tightening in his balls, the desire to come, to spill onto Tiffany’s tongue and down her young throat, he held off. She was too much, the moment too much. Instinct wanted him to wait, to give her another minute until Kane could pull out, until he could plunge into her soaked pussy so deeply she’d never be free, to knot her and make her his.
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br /> A vicious snarl left Marshall’s lips, the sound surprising even him as he forced himself to throw the thought aside. Sure, he’d admitted he’d need to do it eventually. Tiffany wouldn’t accept anything less, wouldn’t be okay with him holding anything back, but that didn’t mean it had to be then.
He was too keyed up, the scents of her and the three alphas too strong for him to grapple his control. So, he forced himself to come, to release into her waiting mouth, to fill it with his thick cum before he had to make a choice about knotting her.
Her eyes fluttered closed on a purr as if the taste was the best thing she’d ever had.
Even as his cock released stream after stream of hot cum, he watched Kieran’s thrusts turn broken and frantic. He pulled back to come, large hands spreading her cheeks so his seed landed directly on her ass. Kieran didn’t wait, though. As soon as the last bit landed, he scooped some with one of his impossibly thick fingers and pressed into her hole.
Tiffany’s mouth opened, but Marshall pressed forward, filling her with more of him even as he had softened.
Kieran used the silence as he gathered more of the stickiness he’d left on her and buried it deep inside her ass. “Next time, girl, I’m going to come inside you. We’re going to fill you up in every hole you have, take you until you’re a crying, cum-filled mess. Until then? Well, I’ll make do like this.”
Even as tired as she was, exhaustion hanging to her features, Kieran’s words had an immediate effect. Tiffany pulled in a breath through her nose, quick and harsh, before she came one last time. It wasn’t the loud, violent thing it had been at first. Had she grown too tired for that? Instead, it ran through her like a weak trickle, her face twisted into lines of something that was too intense to be pleasure.
Marshall pulled his dick from her mouth, since getting bitten wasn’t something he wanted to try. Kieran withdrew his fingers, rubbing his other hand against her ass to help her come down, to assure her they’d finished.
Marshall stroked his fingers through her hair with a gentle touch. “Good job, Tiffany.”
Even though he’d said it for her, it reached more into him. As he stared at her, he couldn’t deny it.
I love her.
Chapter Twenty
Trying to ignore a snarling alpha wasn’t easy, but Tiffany gave it her best shot as she reached for her toes. The tightness in her hamstrings eased as she stretched and reminded her that she shouldn’t neglect her yoga.
Given the mess of the last few weeks, she’d missed out on most of her exercise. Her only run had been less about running and more about sex, though it had certainly worn her out. She’d had no time for yoga.
The results had been tightness in her back and shoulders. It meant that when Kieran and Kane had announced after dinner that they’d go check the fence line, Tiffany thought it as good a time as any for her own routine.
Marshall had a book—some thick intellectual thing that looked dreadfully boring—and sat on the couch. Except, the first time she bent forward, that snarl had started up. It had sent a shiver up her back, made her feel displayed, exposed and hunted.
The other thing it did surprised her—it made her feel playful. She wanted to be hunted. She wanted to play the game, to push at Marshall until he stopped holding back.
The snarl went silent, cut off almost as soon as it started. Sizzling energy passed through the room, and even without seeing him, without turning around, she could feel his heavy gaze on her. The rustling of paper said he’d turned the page of his book.
So, he’s playing this game too, huh?
Tiffany flattened her back, her palms going to her shins, the action sticking her ass out. She’d normally have worn leggings but seeing as the only pair she’d brought had been ripped apart by Kieran, she’d gone with a pair of thin sleeping shorts and a sports bra she’d gotten from Alison’s things. The woman had a smaller chest, which meant the bra fit tight and created more cleavage than she’d normally work out in. Where it had been a simple outfit that allowed movement when she’d put it on, it now felt like more.
The brush of cool air on the backs of her thighs and the bottom curve of her ass tantalized her. The way her breasts pushed together in the tight-fitting bra made her feel like a vixen. Warmth pooled between her legs, and she suddenly wished she’d put on underwear beneath the thin cotton shorts that barely covered her ass.
A deep groan slid into the tension of the room as Tiffany dropped back down, her fingertips reaching the floor. “You can’t do that.”
Tiffany bent one knee, rocking her weight down, then switched. It made her hips sway and knew it moved her ass like a teasing lure. “Do what?”
The growl he let out was nothing like the snarl or the groan. Those had been quick, silences as fast as they came. This was long, dark and drawn out. He didn’t stop it, instead speaking at the tail end. “Don’t push me, Tiffany.” Had his voice always been that rough? That gentleness she’d grown used to with him was gone, replaced by a dominating edge that made her cunt pulse and her nipples hardened.
Still, instead of giving in, Tiffany rose and stretched her arms over her head. She lengthened, her chest out, an arch in her back. “I’m just exercising.” She made sure to keep her voice as taunting as possible.
“What are you playing at?” Marshall’s voice came from behind her, breathed into her ear in a rumbled voice. He slid his fingers over her bare hips, dancing them up her side to the line of her sports bra. “If you want some attention, you can simply ask. There’s no reason to tease.”
She frowned at his complaint. He doesn’t want me to tease? Tiffany ignored the way he traced the bottom edge of her bra, venturing beneath the band as he went, sliding into the slight dip between her ribs. It hit her then. He wants distance. He doesn’t want to risk losing control.
Tiffany didn’t want him controlled. She didn’t want him careful and leashed and thought-out.
So, instead of listening to his warnings, Tiffany leaned forward again, reaching for her toes. Her ass pressed against his crotch, and against his hard cock. She leaned back to put more pressure on him, pushing against his length.
There went that growl again, along with his warm hand sliding up her back in a steady stroke. He ground his hips forward, his dick rutting against her ass. His growl lowered further, so deep she felt it stroke through her. That was what she wanted from him, what she needed. Not him be careful, not him trying to be who he thought he had to be.
“You don’t want this,” he snarled.
“Try me.” Tiffany hardly got the dare out before she found herself shoved to her knees, Marshall’s heavy body over her.
He wrapped a hand in her hair and yanked her head backward, the hard lines of his body forcing hers to submit. Every curve of her form molded to him, giving in to his strength and his demands.
Her scalp stung by the grip of his hand, her neck arched and her mouth parted as she gulped in harsh breaths. The jeans he wore scraped against the backs of her thighs and his shirt made her wish she could feel all that warm skin directly against her.
He leaned over her, his weight settling against her as he dragged his nose up the nape of her neck, exposed by how he grasped her hair. He stilled, though, opening his hands then re-grasping. He released a harsh sound from his throat, something feral and full of frustration before he yanked away.
Tiffany turned, staying on her knees but catching his hand before he could get far. “Wait.”
Marshall stared down at where she held his hand. “I can’t do this.”
“Why? What are you so damned afraid of?”
He released a harsh breath. “Of myself, and you should be, too.”
Afraid of him? She couldn’t even fathom that. He’d done nothing to make her afraid, nothing that made her think she’d be anything but safe with him. “I’m not afraid of you.”
“Because I’ve been careful around you. Under all these layers of control, I’m an alpha, like the one who attacked you.”
“You’re nothing like him. He was a monster—”
“And so am I. I might be better at hiding it than others, but deep down, that’s what we all are.”
She shook her head, still gripping his wrist, not willing to release him. “You’re not. I’m not afraid of you—”
Marshall dropped to his knees and caught her chin with his free hand, forcing her gaze to his. “I grew up watching what my father did to my mother, what alphas do to omegas. For years, he beat her because he could, because it was his nature. I will not do the same to you. I won’t endanger you by letting that part of me free.”
The sorrow behind those words tore at Tiffany. She’d grown up with loving parents, and to think of Marshall as a child watching that? “What happened to her?”
“He killed her. He wrapped his hands around her throat and he strangled the life from her.”
Tiffany’s stomach dropped. “How old were you?”
“Twelve. I tried to stop him, but a twelve-year-old isn’t much of a match.” His grip on her chin loosened, and he used his thumb to stroke her jawline. “What my father was is inside me, Tiffany.”
She risked moving forward, setting her hands on his chest. “It’s not. He did what he did because he wanted to, not because he had to. You aren’t like that.”
“How can you be sure?”
She leaned closer, moving until she was nearly in his lap, until her thighs were spread around his leg. “Because I know you.”
He shook his head. “If you’re wrong, then you would pay too high a price. The only way this can work is if I keep myself under control, if I never risk you with that side of me.”
“That’s not enough for me. I don’t just want part of you.”
“And I can’t risk that.”
“So, let’s try.”
His lips tipped down. “Try what?”
Tiffany curled her fingers in and dug her nails into the firm lines of his chest. “Stop holding back. Kane and Kieran are nearby, so I’ll be safe. You don’t have to worry.”
He tightened his grip again. “I can’t.”
