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Chapter 25

Claimed

Bishop

S inclair’s orgasm reverberates through our bond like a ricocheting bullet. Once it hits me, I’m a goner. I go from being relatively in control to being consumed with the flames of rut. 1

A tight ball twists and constricts in my chest. Every cell in my damn body demands that I take, claim, fuck, rut my omega.

I feel like I black out, only coming to when I feel her wet heat sheath me. With her pussy hugging my cock, the knot in my chest melts away.

“ Fuuhkk . . . ,” I growl and bounce her on my dick. I have her in reverse cowgirl, my hands gripping the underside of her thighs.

Ecker answers with a hungry growl of his own. When I meet his eyes, they are glowing, fully engulfed in gold.

“I’ve been wanting to feel your cock against mine while we both take her cunt for a while now,” I admit. A devious smirk plays on Ecker’s lips.

“ Both?” Sinclair chokes.

“You can take it.” Ecker’s tone leaves no room for questions. Then, lighter, he adds as he scoots closer, “This pussy’s begging to be stretched.”

Ecker positions himself, one knee between my legs and his other foot on the outside of my leg. He slides two fingers into her, his knuckles grazing my cock. He gently pushes them in and out. With a groan, he says, “ Mm , baby girl, you’re gonna do so well.”

“Yeah, she is,” Titus whispers approvingly, tilting her chin toward him. He slips his thumb into her mouth. “Is it tight right now? With just his fingers?” he asks with a slightly taunting lilt.

She sucks on his thumb and nods, moaning, “ Mm-hmm.”

He gazes into her eyes, soft and adoring. “One day we’ll see how much our slutty little mate can take. Maybe I’ll take your ass while my brothers fill your pussy. Would you like that, Omega?”

She nods and moans again, her lips still wrapped around his thumb.

I realize Titus’s questions were meant to distract her when I feel the head of Ecker’s cock push against mine at her entrance. He’s wiped her slick from his fingers onto his length, getting it nice and wet for her.

She whimpers when he pushes more in. The squeeze of his dick gliding against mine makes me feral. All I want to do is thrust up and plunge both of our cocks deeper. I want to pound her overstuffed pussy until she can’t stop coming.

God, I want to make a fucking mess of her.

I want her covered in our cum, our scents, our marks .

But my instincts to not hurt her are stronger than my lust. So I dig my fingers into her thighs and force myself to stay still as Ecker slowly seats himself, probably bruising her in an attempt to maintain some semblance of control.

I release a slow, rumbling growl as her pussy gets tighter and tighter.

Titus watches Ecker fill her to the hilt and praises in a quiet, gravelly pitch, “ What a good fucking whore you’re being for your mates . ”

Sinclair moans. “God . . . it feels so . . .”

“Full?” Titus asks tauntingly.

Then Ecker, in a husky whisper, adds, “Tight?”

She exhales contentedly. “ Perfect.”

Ecker slowly begins moving, and Titus takes one of her legs from me, holding her knee out. We find a rhythm and it’s soulful the way our bodies move in sync without us saying anything. My free hand wraps around her waist and plays with her clit while she strokes Titus’s cock.

Sweet, decadent pleasure hangs in the air, calming my rut and allowing me to revel in every small but sensational movement.

She’s right. This is perfect.

Her breath gets choppy and her moans sharper. I keep rubbing her clit, and we fuck her through her orgasm. She’s still coming down when Titus lifts her off us and stretches her out on her side. He lies down behind her. Her eyes are hazy and gold as he slides into her. Her lips part on a breathy, “Titus . . .”

They look so good together. Her hair’s fallen to one side, and I can see his new claiming bite next to mine. It’s felt like she’s always been ours, but now she officially is. The ceremony pales in comparison to the sense of belonging and commitment that comes from bonding.

He fucks her in slow, languid strokes until we all feel her lust start climbing again. Her orgasm has passed and she’s already hankering for more.

What an insatiable little thing.

Lifting onto his knees behind her, he pushes her top leg forward to give him better access to her pussy. Palming her ass, he slides back in and immediately resumes with heavy, punishing thrusts. She’s rocked forward and catches herself with her hands on my thighs.

Her mouth, right in front of my cock, hangs slack as Titus pounds into her. She gazes up at me through her eyelashes with want. A kinetic ball swirls in my stomach.

She slowly frets her lip through her teeth. Her hands move up my thighs to my pelvis.

I drawl, “Hungry, little mate?”

She sighs, wetting her lips. “Starving.”

I gather her hair in my hands and tease, “One cock not good enough for you anymore?”

“Oh, it’s enough. But I still want more.” She finishes her sentence by reaching for Ecker, who is now sitting next to me.

Her fingers trail over his naked thigh. They lock eyes as she drags her tongue from my balls to my crown. She keeps her golden gaze on him as she takes my cock down her throat and shuttles her fist up and down his.

Titus fucks her pussy with the same force he always has but without any hatred. Her heat pulses through our bond as she revels in the feel and taste of us, her mates.

“Fuck, Omega,” Titus growls. “I’m gonna come.”

“Fill the slut’s greedy pussy while I give her something to swallow,” I say roughly, my balls tingling and fingers twisting tighter in her hair.

“No, no—in her,” Ecker says, wrapping his hand around my shaft to stop her from sliding back down. She lifts her head. Then his voice deepens as if the thought has woken something dark and primal in him. “I want her well-fucking-bred.”

“Is that what you want, Omega?” Titus’s words are ragged as he hangs right on the edge, still punching his hips against her ass, fingers purpling her fair skin. “To be pumped so full of our cum that you’ll have no choice but to carry our baby?”

“Fuukk . . . ,” is all she can manage as her eyelids flutter and her hands gripping my thighs squeeze. Titus buries himself inside her one more time as he comes with her. Her brows knit tightly, and she digs her teeth into her bottom lip. She looks tortured with pleasure.

I lightly cup her face, her cheeks hot to the touch. “You think your body can’t take anymore? That every ounce of pleasure has been wrung from you, that you couldn’t possibly handle another orgasm?”

Breathing heavy, she nods, eyes almost weeping.

“That’s too bad,” I say softly as my thumb strokes her cheek. “Because you have two more mates to please.”

Titus chuckles gruffly. “And everyone thinks you’re the nice one. C’mere, baby, we’ll make it easy for you.” He lies back on the pillows, taking Sinclair with him so she’s on top of him.

He spreads his legs wide then sets her feet on the outsides of his thighs. Her knees are forced open. Ecker and I kneel between them. I can see my brother’s cum leaking from her swollen, used pussy.

Ecker says my exact thoughts out loud. “Now that’s a beautiful fucking sight.”

He fists his cock and starts jerking off over her. I join him, working my hand up and down as our omega lies like an offering under us.

“Oh god . . . ,” she exhales when Titus wraps his arm around to gently circle her clit.

“I love how sloppy your cunt gets after taking me so well,” he mutters almost tenderly in her ear, and she sighs a moan of soft pleasure.

“Jesus . . . fuck . . . ,” Ecker curses with a groan, his forearms flexing. I move out of the way so he can plunge inside her right before he comes. Falling forward, he rests his head on her breasts and exhales heavily. “God damn , baby girl.”

He kisses her neck, inhaling her scent and dusting his lips across her flushed cheeks before sitting up and reluctantly sliding out of her.

When he pulls out, cum spills out of her, and I have the fiercest desire to lick it up and pour it into her mouth. But the second I hear the needy mewl she makes when Titus resumes playing with her clit, there’s nothing I want to do more than fuck my brothers’ cum deeper before adding my own and knotting our mate.

“Make her come, Ti,” I order, sliding back between their spread legs, Ecker lying alongside them. “I want our little slut trembling.”

He keeps his ministrations slow and light, but I can feel the heavy effect they have, not only through the bond, but by the way her pussy clenches my cock as I push inside. Their cum makes her feel extra wet and warm.

“God, Sin.” I slowly begin rocking my hips. I feel like a goddamn teenager when a few small strokes have me ready to blow. But everything about this moment is perfect. Surrounded and loved by the most important people in my life. The new ink-like lines claiming Sinclair as truly ours forever.

“Oh alpha, alphas—Bish!” She shatters, falling over that edge once again, milking my cock, and I’m fucking gone. When I come, pouring myself into her, it’s so much more than just a release. Despite the undeniable ecstasy coursing through me, the bodily sensations feel almost insignificant in comparison.

It may be crude, but I’ve never felt closer to these people I love than in this moment, feeling of all of us inside her. The desire—need—to share her is as strong and primitive as the desire to breed her.

She’s taken all of us, literally and figuratively, and it’s to her, with her, that we all belong.

1. “Wow.” – Instrumental by Post Malone