Page 31

Seraphina

A sharp cramp twists through my belly, wrenching me awake. I’m curled up against Lyle’s side, a fan on somewhere as the air blows cold against my back. Despite that, I feel like I’m on fire, slick pooling between my thighs, my heat surging with a ferocity that steals my breath. I let out a desperate whine, my body trembling as I shift, my Omega clawing for release. Lyle stirs, his voice rough with sleep. “Is it starting, baby girl?”

I nod, my fingers fumbling at the shirt Lyle changed me into after coming all over my face and then cleaning me up. The fabric feels like sandpaper on my skin, the need to be free of it causing me to panic. “Please, Lyle. Help. Please. ”

He’s up in an instant, carrying me to my nest in the corner. I cling to him, my whines growing louder, calling for the others as Lyle helps me out of my shirt and settles between my thighs. “Focus on me, Fi. I got you,” he murmurs, already sliding into my wet heat. I dig my fingers into his shoulders as my back bows off the pillows, my other two Alphas rushing inside and shucking off their clothes.

I reach for them too, losing myself to my Omega as they murmur in my ear how soft and precious I am, that I’m perfect and needy in the best way. Lyle steals my attention as he picks up a pace, slowly dragging his cock

Lyle leans down to swallow my cries, his kisses all consuming as he thrusts one last time to knot me and I come around him, his cum spurting in thick hot ropes, filling me up. It’s not enough though as I search for something beside me, finding a thigh to dig my fingers into.

Why is he so far away?

My mouth parts to yell at Ambrose when two fingers meet my tongue, coated in their release. I hum around the digits, licking them clean before opening my mouth for more. My Omega is greedy, whining and demanding but I can’t get enough.

I’m already rocking my hips upward, driving Lyle’s knot deeper inside of me seconds before I come again. My lids start to slide shut, the heat soothed for the moment, Callum’s fingers running through my hair as Ambrose leans down to press soft kisses to my sweaty forehead.

The only thing I can do is purr for them before I fall asleep.

I’m not sure how many times I’ve woken up, drenched in sweat and slick, whimpering for another knot but one of my Alphas have always been right there, pulling me into their hold and filling me just the way I need. Callum keeps trying to get me to eat and Ambrose nearly drowned me when I dove for his cock rather than the cup of water he was handing me.

My heat’s going to break soon but there’s still that edge to the needy part of me, the one that needs more than just a knot. I want to be consumed, fully overwhelmed, the whine tearing from my throat arousing all three of them.

Ambrose rolls me onto his chest as I reach down to find his cock and position it toward my swollen pussy before sinking down on him. God, it feels amazing but I’m tired and my legs are cramping. I barely have enough energy to move but I need it.

Something unintelligible and garbled falls from my lips as I weakly rock back and forth, my nails digging into Ambrose’s chest.

“What do you need, Angel? I need your words. I don’t… you need more?”

I nod my head, relaxing slightly when I feel Callum come up behind me. His lips brush along my shoulder as he runs his fingers up along the back of my thigh, through the obscene amount of slick and cum. Then I find those fingers parting my cheeks and rimming my puckered hole before the tips slip inside.

A wanton moan tears from my throat as I rock back against the intrusion. If I wasn’t in heat, I’m sure I’d be way more apprehensive but I need all of them. I need to feel full and those fingers aren’t enough. Ambrose settles his hands on my hips, letting Callum dictate the speed as he nibbles on my shoulder.

“More,” I push out. “More!” Tears stream down my cheeks as I try to wriggle between them, Callum pumping into me a few more times as he readies me for something much thicker. By the fourth finger, tears are streaming down my cheeks as my pussy tries to suck Ambrose’s night inside of me. “Please,” I cry out.

“We’re trying not to hurt you, Angel. But god, you look so pretty like this–impaled on my cock and about to be filled with Callum’s. Breathe for me, sweet girl. There you go. Oh, he’s filling you now, isn’t he?”

I can’t even speak as Callum’s cock slips into my ass, the fullness stealing my breath. When he’s fully seated, I can hardly move, trapped between them, their knots fluttering against my ass and pussy, threatening to lock me here. It’s just on the edge of too much but there’s still one Alpha missing.

“Lyle?”

“Right here, baby.” He shuffles into view, his cock hard and leaking and just a few inches from my lips. I part them, greedy for a taste of him, Lyle chuckling as he inches forward to give me what I need.

Only when the tip of his cock presses to my tongue do I moan, Callum laughing as he pulls out and then spears back into my ass. Now, it’s enough. They use me for their pleasure while giving it back tenfold, Ambrose warning Callum that he’s close. I don’t understand what he’s saying until Ambrose thrusts up into my pussy, knot swelling, nearly trapping Callum in my ass.

My eyes widen as the stretch becomes almost painful, Callum pulling out and exploding across my cheeks, several ropes of cum covering my heated skin. Lyle isn’t far behind as he meets my gaze. “Color, baby girl.”

I don’t want to lose his cock, though, so I just reach up and wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, encircling his knot to pull him closer. The tug is all he needs as he spills down my throat, my lids fluttering closed as my Omega purrs with contentment.

My body sags against Ambrose’s, a large hand massaging cum into my ass, Callum purring with excitement. “I like seeing you ruined by us, sweetheart. Jesus, you’re like our very own goddess to have and to hold.”

The haze that has stolen all my rational thought seems to have gotten a hold of Callum too, not that I mind, Lyle moving to lay next to me and draw me into a sweet kiss. “I think your heat just broke, baby girl. You feeling alright?”

“Mmmhm, sore, tired. Full. ”

Lyle chuckles as Ambrose places a kiss to the top of my head. “Color?”

“Green–” My explanation gets cut off as I feel two fingers sink into my ass again, Callum pushing his cum back into me. I wriggle around at the overwhelming sensation, my pussy trying to strangle Ambrose’s cock. I barely manage to warn them before I come again, Ambrose flooding me with another release. “Mercy! Mercy, Callum, Alpha , please.”

Callum lets out a hearty, wholly Alpha sound as he falls to our other side, grinning at me like he won the lottery. “Sorry, sweetheart. I couldn’t resist.”

“Sleep. Lots of it. And then food, please.”

I’m nearly asleep when I hear Ambrose. “As long as it’s not Lyle’s cooking, I’m all for it.”