Page 98 of The Drama King
Needed them needed this needed anything to make the emptiness stop.
The words were barely out before Dorian surged forward, claiming me in one powerful thrust that knocked the breath from my lungs. The stretch was intense, the sudden fullness making me gasp and arch beneath him. My body clenched around him instinctively, desperate to keep him inside.
"Fuck, you're tight," he growled, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "So perfect around my cock. Made for this."
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back in, setting a brutal pace that had me crying out with each thrust. The pleasure was overwhelming, bordering on pain, every nerve ending on fire as he claimed me with ruthless precision.
Oakley's mouth found mine, swallowing my desperate sounds as Dorian's movements grew more erratic. I could taste the Alpha's arousal on his lips, could smell how much watching this was affecting him.
Corvus watched with predatory focus, his hand still resting on my throat, thumb stroking the sensitive skin as he cataloged every reaction.
"Look how she takes him," he murmured with something like wonder in his usually analytical voice. "Perfect little Omega, made to be fucked by her Alphas."
Was I? Was this what I was made for?
Every thrust sent shockwaves through my system, the angle hitting something deep inside that made me see stars. When Dorian's pace quickened, I responded without conscious thought: internal muscles clenching around him, body arching to take him deeper, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in.
"Mine," he growled against my throat, teeth scraping the sensitive skin. "Say it again. Tell me who this pussy belongs to."
"Yours," I gasped, the crude words shocking me even as they spilled from my lips. "Please, Dorian—I'm so close—"
His teeth found my scent gland then, not breaking skin but pressing with unmistakable intent. The claiming bite. The thought should have terrified me, but instead I tilted my head back, offering better access, my body knowing what it needed even when my mind couldn't accept it.
Biology recognizing what my mind refused.
The moment his teeth pressed harder, something inside me exploded. The orgasm tore through me with devastating force, stealing my breath and making me scream his name as waves of pleasure crashed through my system. I felt myself gush around his cock, my body convulsing as the most intense climax of my life ripped me apart.
Dorian followed immediately, his body tensing as he buried himself to the hilt and came with a roar that seemed to shake the room. But instead of the knot I'd been prepared for, he pulled back, denying the complete claiming that would have sealed our bond irreversibly.
"Not yet," he panted, forehead pressed against mine as we both fought to catch our breath. "Not until all of us have had our turn."
Should have been humiliated but my body clenched with want for more.
Before I could process what was happening, they were moving me deeper into the nest, rearranging my limp body with gentle but firm hands. My thighs were slick with arousal and Dorian's release, the evidence of what we'd done impossible to ignore.
Dorian stretched out beside me, possessive hand on my waist, while Oakley took his place between my trembling legs.
"My turn," he said softly, cedar scent warm with protective desire. "I'll be gentle with you."
And he was. Where Dorian had been consuming fire and brutal claiming, Oakley moved with careful precision. His fingers traced through the mess between my thighs, gathering the slick and using it to prepare me with reverent touches.
"So beautiful," he murmured, pressing one finger inside me, then two. "So wet and ready for us."
When he finally pressed his cock inside, it was with a tenderness that made me gasp with surprise rather than pain. He was thicker than Dorian, the stretch different but just as overwhelming.
"Perfect," he breathed against my throat, movements slow and deep. "Taking me so well, sweet Omega."
The contrast was disorienting: the same imperative but experienced so differently. Where Dorian had claimed with brutal possession, Oakley worshipped with gentle reverence. Both equally devastating to what remained of my resistance.
Different Alpha, different approach, same inevitable surrender.
His pace was maddeningly slow, each thrust calculated to hit that spot inside me that made me whimper and clutch at his shoulders. When he finally picked up speed, it was with a focused intensity that had me falling apart beneath him.
Corvus watched with those calculating dark eyes, stroking his own impressive length as he cataloged every reaction. When Oakley's gentle but relentless pace brought me to another shuddering climax, I caught something that looked like wonder in Corvus's expression.
"The way she responds," he murmured, voice rougher than usual. "Extraordinary."
Oakley followed me over the edge with a soft groan, his teeth finding the other side of my throat in a claiming bite that mirrored Dorian's. The double marking sent another wave of aftershocks through my oversensitive system.