Donvin’s hand overlaid Jeren’s around her throat, squeezing until she felt a hint of panic beneath the threat of the orgasm. Wide-eyed she looked up into his dark gaze. “Say it.”
Just as his hips snapped forward again, she felt the fire catch, blazing from where his cock disappeared once more, spreading across her nerve-endings in a furious firestorm of pleasure.
“YOU’RE MINE!” she screamed, arching hard as ecstasy tightened every muscle in her body, one leg pulling free of someone’s grip as her body tried to wrap around Donvin and pull him close. When her eyes opened with the next delirious thrust, she could smell him. Warm, male skin, like the earth after it rained on a hot day. Saliva pooled in her mouth as slick flowed, and his hips began to piston back and forth, filling her, strong arms bulging with his grip on the back of the chair.
Then he leaned closer and she took a deep breath, focused on the place on his shoulder, damp with sweat, where the scent was stronger. More intense, and she lunged for him.
A fist in her hair yanked her back at the last second, teeth snapping near Donvin’s cheek as she growled and tried to fight the restraining hands. A rumbling purr flooded from Donvin’s chest as he pushed her back against Jeden, pinning her away from his torso as he fucked her hard enough to rock the chair. “Not yet,” he said through clenched teeth, slamming as deep as he could go. It hurt in the best of ways, making her struggle to reach him. Once, twice, and then he groaned, hips twitching before he forced himself back.
Cock clenched at the base, she shivered as she felt him cum. Filled with jet after jet until it leaked around the thick shaft, and for a moment she was calm again. Able to breathe. Sated. Aware of the purrs, of the bruising grips on her limbs, of Jeden’s fist buried in her hair instead of around her throat. She was halfway off his lap, held in position by Halyrion and Parel’s strength behind her knees, supported behind by Jeden’s body. Looking to one side, she saw Zeke holding an arm, his other hand helping to support her back, and on the other side was Tinves. One large blue hand wrapped around her forearm, the other gently prying her fist open so he could rub at the place where her nails had left half-moons in her palm.
Donvin lingered, one hand against her chest, cock still buried as deep as he could with the knot trapped in his grip. Slowly, his breathing rumbled back to a normal pace and he opened dark brown eyes, shadowed by his hair, and leaned close to kiss her again. “Omega,” he whispered against her lips, and she wondered if the other males could hear the almost silent word amidst the rumbling purrs. “Swallow,” he said louder as he slid from her and coated his fingers in the flood between her thighs, pressing them between her lips to drown her in the impossible taste once more. Other hands sought to touch, spreading the mixture of slick and seed over her skin, and Donvin gave the other males room as he stepped back, shifting out of the way so Mordek could watch. Fingers dipped inside, two, then three, rubbing, teasing, before being brought to her lips.
With each hand lifted to her mouth, the haze returned, the need. Her empty core gripping around nothing, needing to be filled again, and the brief presence of Parel, or Halyrion, or Zeke’s fingers was not enough. Even when Halyrion forced his digits farther back on her tongue, pressing towards her throat, the hunger nipped at her.
A low groan came from the massive male, and then a rumbling growl had him pulling away fast. For a moment she almost complained, whined, begged, but the growl made her tremble. It was powerful, like the bass at the club, resonating through her whole body, making her bones hum… because it was Jeden.
Chapter Four
She yelped as the fist in her hair tightened, craning her head back as Jeden’s other arm wrapped around her waist to pull her onto his lap properly. Back against his chest, hard cock pinned between them, she submitted. The growl didn’t stop though, and her body responded instantly. Already wound so tight, slick flowed as Jeden forced her thighs wide.
With her head held to the side, Jeden was able to skate his gaze down the front of her body, the flood between her thighs dripping off the edge of the chair. Slick and the other males’ seed, mixed and spread across her skin, shining in the lights. It took Karissa a moment to realize her hands were free, no longer restrained by anyone but Jeden. The hunger plucked at her, making hips twitch as pre-cum smeared across her back. “Please…” she whispered, reaching for his hand, hoping to tempt him back between her thighs, but he caught her wrist in a vicious grip, bending it back until she yelped.
“Jeden!” Mordek shouted, and the male stiffened. “It’s time, brother. You have shared with your brothers enough today.”
A louder growl as Jeden stood quickly, knocking the chair backwards. He released her wrist to catch her around the waist. Moving forward, he half-carried and half-dragged her the few steps to the table, trapping her hips against the thick wood before he swiped and shoved plates and dishes out of the way. “I am yours,” he growled into her ear before he forced her down to the table by her hair. Breasts and stomach pinned, he kicked her feet apart until she had to lift onto her tiptoes, hands braced beside her on the table.
She was scared. Even through the haze of lust, the constant, menacing growl was terrifying, especially as his other hand landed at the small of her back, crushing her to the wood. Karissa tried to push up, but a louder snarl made her freeze. Then fingers pushed inside, dripping the liquid mess between her thighs to the floor, more of it sliding down her legs as he tempted the hunger to overcome her fear. Twisting her head against the vicious grip in her hair, she saw pale green irises stretched too thin around broad pupils. Mordek. Looking just as terrifying with his scarred face as the male behind her sounded.
But then she heard the purr.
Mordek was purring loudly, combatting the feral growl in Jeden’s chest, and then he reached across the table, palms up. “Give me your hands, little one. He has waited a long time for you.”
Trembling, caught in a delirious haze where the thrusting between her thighs was confusing all of her instincts. Knowing she should want to run, scream, fight… but scents overwhelmed her, more purrs invaded atop Jeden’s growls, and she felt a thump in her chest that soothed. Strength and calm seeping in as her body relaxed and she slid her hands one at a time towards the Alpha that outranked them all.
“Good girl. It’s Jeden’s turn to show you what you mean to us.” Mordek wrapped his large hands around her wrists, pinning her to the table, pulling her towards him just a little so that her toes could barely reach the floor. But the thought was fleeting as Jeden pulled his hand away and filled her in one powerful stroke that shook the table, her hips bruising from the force of it. On the heels of the ache came a surge of pleasure. Another hard thrust and she moaned, confused, digging her nails into Mordek’s skin as the next drive sent a rush spiraling up her spine. Promising delirium, completion, and she tilted her hips so that the next hit her g-spot.
“Fuck!” she cried out, and Jeden roared in response, craning her head back with the fist in her hair. Breathing was challenging in the position, but she didn’t care anymore as he filled her in gloriously deep strokes again and again and again.
Everything buzzed, barely aware of the men bracing the table as the dishes clattered with each punishing thrust. His hard cock nailed that bundle of nerves inside her over and over until she was shivering, whimpering, completely ignoring the aches and pains as bliss teased her another time.
“JEDEN!” she cried out, the orgasm hitting so fast that she could do nothing but arch farther back as he fucked her through the suffocating wave of ecstasy. Lights popped behind her eyes as she clenched them closed, lost in the pleasure as his cock continued slamming inside her. Brutal, powerful strokes that hurt, definitely hurt, but it was like there were new paths to her nerve endings. Criss-crossing, hopping through her brain until she landed in a confusing state of shuddering, breathless pleasure.
And then he suddenly withdrew.
Yanking her off the table, her wrists burned where Mordek’s grip was torn free,
but the fleeting pain disappeared when Jeden turned her in his arms and kissed her. It was intense, bruising as he lifted her effortlessly to place her on the edge of the table. His tongue brushed hers, teeth capturing her bottom lip before he placed his hands on either side of her head to delve deeper.
All consuming, mind-numbing, and all she wanted was to feel him inside her again.
His growl shifted to a purr, buzzing against her lips, and she tentatively reached for him. Trailing shaking fingers along the ridges of his abs, she slipped lower until she brushed his cock.
They both gasped as he pulled back, pupils blown, fingers tightening in her hair so that she had to crane her head back to avoid the pain — but she didn’t back down. Wrapping her hand around his shaft, she squeezed, lips twitching towards a smile when his eyes closed and he groaned low. “Omega…” he growled, that vicious edge tainting his purr, but the others picked up. A chorus of purrs that reminded her they were so close.
“You said you were mine, right?” The whispered question came out shakier than she’d meant it to, but with her neck still angled to submit to his kiss, she didn’t have much choice.
Not like any of this had been her choice.
Not like wanting his cock was her choice, wanting to taste him, his skin. It was instinct. Uncontrollable, and everything smelled of them. She smelled like them. Again. A sparkling rush ran over her skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and she clenched her cunt on the emptiness. It wasn’t right to want them, to want this, but in the moment it was what she needed. Licking her lips, she could still catch the lingering honey from the others. Tinves, Donvin… and now Jeden. Self-controlled Jeden, who had just lost control for a moment and fucked her into a brutal orgasm so fast her pussy was still aching, tingling.
He hadn’t pulled his hips away, the thick, impossibly hard shaft was still in her fingers. Dark flesh slick with her. It was easy to stroke the full length of him, although attempting to wrap her hand all the way around him was intimidating. Down, and up again, rolling her thumb across the head until she was rewarded with a pearl of pre-cum.
Want.
Switching her other hand to his shaft, she greedily sucked her thumb into her mouth, eyes closing as her body recognized his scent. Tasted it. Swallowed it.
Mine.
Jeden thrust against her hand as she stroked, and she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her. Intense, intimidating, but he’d also been the one to whisper in her ear as his brothers had given her pleasure, the one who’d told her the truth of them, of this insane situation. “Karissa…” he groaned, cock twitching in her grip, and she pulled her thumb free of her lips.
Did she look that dazed? That wild? It didn’t matter. Not here. Not with them.
She spread her knees wide, tucking her heels behind his ass to pull him close, guiding him towards her entrance. Able to touch him, not held by multiple others — this felt more like the sex she remembered. Winding her arms around his neck as he slid deep and moaned in her ear. The presence of the thrumming purr, and the six other Alphas, became an afterthought.
She could pretend for a moment this was normal.
“Please,” she groaned as he released the painful grip on her hair, dragging his nails over the tender parts of her scalp. He licked up the column of her throat, nuzzling into her hair, pressing her close to his chest as he moved. Jeden was much more gentle, delivering deep, powerful thrusts, but with none of the intensity from before. It was fine, for a few minutes, and then her hips twitched, seeking more of him — but he simply continued with the steady, firm strokes that teased her to the edge and did nothing to urge her over. Nails pricking his shoulders, she tried to pull him closer, but he was too strong. Too big to move without his own will driving it.
Groaning, she bared her teeth where he couldn’t see. “Fuck me.”
His arms became iron bars behind her, forcing her to stay exactly where he’d put her, pinned to his chest, forced to accept the slow, measured pace. The first attempt to twist away was met by an almost suffocating squeeze that made her squeak, and then he held completely still inside her.
Purring.
“Stop it!” she snarled, nails digging into his shoulders, clawing, and she heard him hiss in pain, but his hips stayed still. Rock hard cock buried gloriously deep, where there was no knot, no orgasm to reap from this frustrating position. “STOP PURRING!”
Jeden’s purr amplified, vibrating her chest, and she felt the sudden lull, like someone was trying to tranquilize her. Then a growl sparked inside her, no match for the sheer power of the sound the males could produce, but it pushed back his humming purr, forced it out of her chest, her mind, her blood.
“FUCK ME!” she demanded, screaming, begging, desperate. Wishing she could turn to one of the other males, wanting to reach for Mordek again, anyone who would end the tension that was beginning to feel like a cramp deep within her.
One hand under her thigh, and another at her back, Jeden lifted her from the table. Digging his fingers in harder when she tried to rock against him, trying to ride his cock and make him finish what he’d started. The measured pace as he walked was just as infuriating as the thrusts he’d provided before, and rage was turning her blood to fire.
“Be a good girl,” he purred, pressing his head into the side of hers in a nuzzle that was too gentle and not what she wanted at all. Not from him. Not now.
“Let me down!” she demanded, trying to sound more in-control, less needy, but it was useless. He was carrying her across the room, and there was no escaping the powerful hold as he kept her pinned to his body.
Then he lowered them slowly, back on the pile of bedding and random clothing spread atop a series of mattresses. Finally releasing her, laying her back on the makeshift bed built for eight. She felt the growl growing as he looked down to where they were joined and pinned her hips so she could do nothing but shift the tiniest bit.
With a snap of teeth she reached up, grabbing the back of his head with one hand, nails digging in as she tried to pull him down over her. “I want you,” she growled.
A small smirk tilted his lips as if he were mocking her. Mocking her need, her desperation, and the flood of slick between her thighs. The cramping returned, forcing a whimper from her throat as everything tightened. Squeezing him inside her, which resulted in a slight change of expression, his eyes closing for a moment as his short hair rubbed against her palm. Jeden didn’t answer, but he did slide one of his large hands between them, seeking out her clit. Pulling back the hood, he stroked the sensitive button with the lightest of touches, making her tremble with the overwhelming need.
“Oh gods…” Whining, Karissa dug her nails harder into his skin, propping herself up on her other elbow so she could watch. The massive cock split her so wide her labia were stretched. Mind barely able to wrap around just how her body took him in, she just knew she needed him to fucking move. Teasing circles of his thumb sent snaps of electricity up her spine, twitching, muscles jerking, legs tightening around his back as she shivered. “Please!”
No answer. Just more rubbing, pinching her clit, her need and her anger escalating in equal measure as the next cramp turned vicious, body rebelling against the invader that refused to give her what she needed. Jeden wasn’t even looking at her anymore, he was as focused as she was on the impossible sight of him inside her. So much dark muscle. Powerful, carved lines marked by shadows from the weak, industrial-style lights high above them in the massive room — and he wasn’t using any of that strength to end the ache inside her.
As another trembling rush of teasing pleasure thrummed through her, pushing back the next cramp only a little, she screamed in frustration. Desperation. Turning to the side, she saw the other males standing by the table in silence, watching. Mordek had stood with them, arms crossed over his massive chest, and she released her hold on Jeden to reach towards the men. “Please?”
Zeke took a half-step forward, cock tenting the front of his pants, but Halyrion grabbed his
shoulder and jerked him back. Then Jeden grabbed her face, hand under her chin so his fingers could dig painfully into her cheeks. “No,” he growled.
Adjusting his knees, he held her in place so she had to look only at him. His dark eyes, his handsome face, the black ink coiling over his chest and shoulders, and with his low growl rumbling to replace the sedating purr there was a logical voice that told her to submit. Take what he was willing to give. But her hunger was taking over, another cramp twisting, smothering sanity as she dropped back to the bedding to wrap both hands around the back of his neck, angry, snarling. “Get off of me.”
There were other males. Close. Hard, hungry like her. She could smell their need even from this far away. A heady scent that slipped inside and made her slick flow faster, soaking the cloth under her ass where Jeden’s cock stayed infuriatingly still. Her cunt clenched, eager for the pleasure that only Alpha cock could provide — and Jeden wasn’t providing. His low groan turned into a hiss as she clawed at his neck, pulling herself up, close to his face so she could snap her teeth.
A threat that only made his pupils obliterate the last of his iris.
He growled louder, low and powerful as thunder, but she growled back even knowing it was weak by comparison. All she could think of was what it had felt like to have Donvin inside her, Mordek, even Tinves. The others on the floor of the fucking alley had at least given her completion. They had moved even when it had hurt. They had made the cramping stop.
Fuck, she wanted that.
Wanted it to hurt.
Needed it.
Jeden’s scent filled her nostrils, using him as leverage to get closer. Ravenous, she groaned as he increased the pressure on her clit, driving her higher. Teasing, tormenting. Then he dipped his head closer, and she couldn’t resist the urge to lave her tongue over his cheek. Tasting his scent only made the need worse, another cramp making her back arch. She tried to rock, squeezing him inside her as her tongue moved down his neck, feeling the heady pulse beneath the fragile skin. When her teeth nipped, his cock moved, the smallest thrust that lit up every nerve-ending inside her cunt, halting the cramp instantly.
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