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Billie

“NO MORE,” I plead, sweat trickling down the sides of my face, my entire body thrumming in beat to the throbbing of my last orgasm. “Please, Xander, no more.”

Through teary half-lidded eyes, I watch Xander finally pull his face away from my core. What I see has my eyes bugging so far out of their sockets, it feels as if my lids just snapped open like those rolling window shades from old-school cartoons. His eyes are wild with hunger, his nostrils flaring with his panting breaths, his face blotchy, his plush lips swollen, red and wet—so feckin’ wet. His chin isn’t just shiny with my juices, it’s dripping with them. Half of his face is coated in my arousal, and he still has three fingers inside me, because at some point, Xander decided to add one for each orgasm he delivered. No, extracted. Anytime I looked down, those feral eyes were on my face. Hell, I don’t think he even blinked, too engrossed in watching me squirm, whimper, chant, curse, tense, and writhe from what he’s been doing to me.

I feel his fingers twirl and curl deep inside. A cool shadow of fear passes over me like a hawk gliding over a rabbit in an open field. I don’t dare move, don’t dare breathe. Fuck. No. He has to be done. I can’t take anymore. He slowly drags the tips against the swollen walls of my oversensitive channel as he pulls them from me. His frenzied stare never leaves my face as he lifts those fingers up, all dipped in the milky glaze of my climaxes. He licks, he laps, he slurps, and he sucks them clean.

Done—he’s done, and my lungs break from their frozen state to expand, inhaling beautiful relief.

“My turn,” Ethan groans, his voice sounding like the sizzle of hot iron on skin while his knuckles painfully stretch out my nipples, as if they’re the reason for his frustration and not Jax, who’s been oh too gleefully taking advantage of Ethan’s pinned position behind me.

I don’t know everything Jax has been doing since he crept around to straddle Ethan from behind. I could feel Jax’s hand stroking Ethan’s hard length, making it stream precum down my spine at the same frequency as the gritted curses and guttural moans spilling from Ethan’s mouth. I heard the sounds of a cap popping open and a bottle being squeezed shortly before Ethan curled his upper body over mine, only then to sink his teeth into my neck, using my flesh to muffle some very un-Ethan-like mewling sounds, while he bent his knees and partially lifted us up, pushing my pussy against Xander’s mouth. Which he took, by mistake, as a request for more when I was still recovering from my second orgasm.

“No,” I hoarsely object, flopping my head from side to side on Ethan’s sweaty stomach, my cunt squeezing like she’s trying to close up for the night. “What...” I lick my dry lips, trying to think of something, anything. “What about Jax? Doesn’t he deserve a little attention? And you know, Xander... should do a check on you both. See if you’re good. Healthy and all.”

“Good point, mate.” Xander practically purrs, kissing his way up my body, leaving wet lip prints behind while his hands skim along my sides. “Jax, are you up for a little...”

“Hmm,” Jax hums, interrupting Xander’s question. “Just give me a second,” he says, and once again Ethan’s being pushed forward. “And maybe,” Jax starts but doesn’t need to finish, as Xander’s pulling me away from Ethan, putting all of us on our knees. “Perfect,” Jax groans, and once again my flesh becomes a pincushion for Ethan’s teeth, this time my calf muscle. And is he... whimpering?

My hands trail down Xander’s torso, one creeping behind to grab his bum while the other cups his bulge straining against the penis pocket. What little material is there is damp with his excitement. I lick my way up his neck, tasting myself as I go, getting the underside of his jaw and chin until our mouths meet. He kisses me with the same hunger as he ate my pussy, his arms tightening around my waist, his fingers gripping and clutching with enough pressure that his fingernails break skin. Based on the burning coming from my lower leg, pretty sure Ethan’s broken skin as well. A smack resounds in the room, and if my leg wasn’t bleeding before, it surely is now. “Holy fuck,” Jax groans, “Ethan... you... fuck, E.”

Xander pulls his mouth from mine and pants “Ethan?”

“I said what I wanted,” Ethan states in a flat voice that gives no indication he was biting into my leg mere seconds ago from whatever Jax was doing to him. “Hold her still,” he adds, and before I know it, he’s face up, head between my knees, his elbows pinning my lower legs down while his hands hold on to my hips.

“Jax, come,” Xander orders his thumb pressing into my mouth. Jax comes to stand in front of me, the white mesh trunks having the same issue Ethan’s did with accommodating for growth. And it’s beautiful, seeing his hard length fight its restraints and how his soft skin is being pressed against the thin ropes of mesh. Totally buying them more sexy undies. And, ladies, you should too for your mate—or mates.

“Yes, mate,” Xander groans in agreement, reading my thoughts, taking his hand and harshly cupping Jax through the mesh. Jax’s hips thrust forward, and he throws his head back with a moan while Xander continues, “I like them too.” Then he slips his fingers into the waistband and yanks them down, hard and fast. Jax yelps, and his solid shaft bobs up and down, flinging precum as it does. “Fill her up, Jax,” Xander instructs, sliding off to the side, helping Jax step out of the trunks before guiding his hard cock into my mouth.

It takes me a little bit to wrap my mouth around him because my teeth keep wanting to clamp down as I try not to cry from Ethan ravaging my pussy, seemingly not caring how sensitive... so sensitive—and yes, it needs to be said twice I am. Raking his teeth through my folds, releasing hold of my hip to smack my swollen bud, has tears spilling from my eyes, and more join them as his teeth bite down on my inner thigh.

“Wider, mate,” Xander says, pushing his thumb down on my lower teeth under the tip of Jax’s cock and forcing my jaw open. “That’s it, just like that. Focus on your breath and Jax.”

And I do. I lick and lap, and wrap my hand around Jax’s base. I engulf myself with his taste and smell and the feel of his smooth skin on my lips, his hard length sawing in and out of my mouth. It turns me on, and Ethan’s teeth and tongue no longer hurt. Xander leans around me and grabs something before standing up behind Jax.

Jaxson

“You will not come down her throat,” Xander growls with a warning scrape of his teeth across my ear. I gulp down the petulant cry scrambling up my throat, because I nearly came dry humping Ethan, and then again when I—hell, can’t believe what I’m gonna say. Wait. Yeah, I can, because out of all of us, I’m the most sexually adventurous. I ate his ass.

I. Ate. Ethan’s. Ass.

And he fuckin’ whimpered. He whimpered and backed that tight hole right into my face, begging for more. And I gave it to him.

My lubed fingers had been circling his hole, testing to see how far he’d let me go, see if he’d let me in. When I felt the puckered skin spasm under my touch, when he shuddered and rocked against my digits, seeking more, my hard cock pulsed, and the bite of the mesh made it even more intense. I had to pause and take a few breaths. But the respite didn’t last, not when a low growl of insistence vibrated through Ethan’s back. I squeezed out a little more flavored lube—yeah, I know what you’re thinking. Sure, you weren’t planning on eating ass, Jax. Wink, wink, whatever you say. But it wasn’t me who brought the lube down. That was all Ethan. He greeted my fingers with enthusiasm, and when I had him bend over, I was just going to insert the plug, the second-tiniest one, but his pink ring was glistening and smelled of strawberry coconut, and I just had to taste him. Then I lubed up the plug and rubbed his meaty peach as I slowly slid it inside, my eyes wide watching his hole expand around the thickest part before quickly retightening like purse strings to hold it in place. The jeweled knob looking like a faceted piece of onyx, a treasure between his cheeks.

And now it’s me about to whimper, about to throw a fuckin’ tantrum in response to Xander’s demand. “If you do...” he continues, his lips kissing along my neck, his hot breath that smells of orange blossoms tickling my skin, making my hair stand on end, distracting me from his roaming hands and the cool liquid-covered fingertips he casually slips down between my ass cheeks. My mouth opens, my hips thrust, and my finger digs into Billie’s skull. “This is all you’ll get,” he lowly croons, leaving those fingers to tease my ring but not press in.

Clenching my abs and fortifying my determination, I croak, “I... I won’t. I won’t.”

His other hand glides down to cup my balls, and my head spins to him with eyes full of scorching rage like How dare he? Xander takes in my anger, my outrage at his audacity, and he audaciously serves me up some more. “Ah, look at you. So cute when you’re horny and angry.” He smirks, giving my lips a peck at the same time as he drives two fingers into me.

“Fuckin hell! Fuck you!” I scream, and thankfully Billie saves me from exploding by ripping her mouth off so she can bite down on my thigh and cry out her own release that sounds rather angry, and I’m pretty sure I feel foam frothing from the corners of her mouth.

“Not yet, Jax,” Xander grunts. His hand moves from my balls to my shoulder. “But maybe someday. Now bend over and offer up that back entrance to me.”

And I fold like cooked spaghetti, which means I trap Billie under me, probably answering Ethan’s death wish of being suffocated by her pussy. I brace my hands on her upper back, and my entire body convulses as Xander continues to roll his wrist, those fingers inside spreading and pressing and... no. No. I cannot be double-teamed right now.

“Billie, no,” I groan, feeling her mouth move back to my cock. Of course, she doesn’t listen. She licks my slit and slants her head to the side, taking me how she can in this position. “Fuck, B, please.” I gasp just as cool liquid drips down my crack followed by even cooler metal swirling in the liquid. Xander adds a third finger, and he pushes deeper, hitting that spot... like he did before with the peg. Billie sucks hard, and then her hand at my base tightens like a cock ring, stopping me from coming—while making me want to, so badly. My cheeks are wet with my tears of restraint, my mouth dry since I can only mouth breathe now. Then I stop breathing all together as Xander switches his fingers for the smooth metal. And it keeps widening and widening.

“Breathe, Jax,” Xander soothes, his lips laying gentle kisses along my spine. “Fuck, you’re taking this so well,” he praises, and apparently, I have praise kink since my ass opens for him. It’s big, definitely two sizes above the one I put in Ethan, and holy fuck, how have we gotten so comfortable with all of this experimentation so fast? Billie eases up her efforts, matching her lavishing to the tone of Xander’s voice, allowing me to breathe, to relax. And it slips in.

“Gorgeous, just fucking gorgeous,” Xander pleasantly hums. Bringing his mouth to my ear, he whispers “Now fuck that mouth of hers and spill your seed down her throat.” He punctuates his message with a slap on my ass. And I almost come from the jiggling of the plug. Then he’s gone, and I hear the sound of water from the small sink down here.

My hands are on either side of Billie’s head, ready do what I’ve been dying to when Ethan gasps. “Wait, Jax.”

I shake my head. “Nope, done waiting.” And I proceed to fuck my lovely mate’s mouth, making sure to keep eye contact, making sure she’s okay. And every time—every time my ass clenches with each forward thrust—I squeeze that plug and temporarily lose the ability to breathe.

Ethan comes to kneeling behind her, and I know the moment his dick enters by the feeling of her teeth biting down on my thumbs through her cheeks, the widening of her eyes, and the shaking of her body. I don’t let up, and Ethan doesn’t give her time to adjust, not like she could get any slicker. His hand comes around to cup the underside of her jaw, craning her head back, giving me better access to her throat. Like a sword swallower, she takes all of my blade, her hand no longer needed. Ethan’s other arm is bound around her body, constricting her movements, and I see the ire from earlier blaze in his eyes.

“We are part of you, love,” he wheezes through snarling lips. “There will be no more secrets, no more hiding, no more thinking it only affects you.” He groans, driving into her so hard, she lifts up and chokes on my cock, the squeeze of her throat sending me careening toward the—

“B! B! I’m—” is all can manage as a warning before I’m spraying my load into her.

“If we have to fill every hole of yours with us, then so be it,” Ethan growls. “Swallow all of him.” Mucus is running from Billie’s nose, and tears from her eyes. Saliva and probably some of my cum are bubbling around the seal of her mouth as she tries to gulp air and my seed down at the same time. Her face is more purple than red, and I want to pull out, but her glaring eyes are warning me not to. She pushes through, and when she releases me, there’s not a drop on my shaft, and she’s frantically gulping down air, all while her entire body is being jarred from behind by Ethan. Not like I’m doing much betters, as I stumble backward and bend over with hands on knees, pretty much hyperventilating.

Xander, completely naked, comes out of nowhere and takes my spot but goes down on his knees. He pins Billie between him and Ethan, and his hand braces the back of Ethan’s head pulling his lips to his just as Ethan begins to scream.

Xander

“Stay inside her,” I tell E, hoping he hears me through the blistering explosion of an orgasm he’s having. My hard dick is already positioned between her legs, getting coated in both of their juices. I keep passing my cock over her folds and his base, waiting. When their bodies begin to relax, then I guide my dick inside her, wedging myself right next to Ethan’s spent shaft.

“What, no way,” Billie mumbles, so expended her protests are pointless—so wet, so open I know she can, us having thoroughly prepped her.

“Yes,” I moan and nearly choke when my dick pushes deeper inside, snuggling up against Ethan’s slippery-smooth skin and softening cock. “Fuck, feels so,” I croak not even knowing how to explain how this feels, only wanting to go deeper, to feel more. Ethan’s throat bobs with his open-mouthed gulps of air, and his body is shaking so hard, the beads of sweat on his upper chest and forehead tremble. He buries his face into the back of Billie’s neck and tightens his hold on her. Because yeah, it’s a tight fucking fit, and he just combusted, every nerve ending of his cock is still firing, making a soft touch feel like a hard flick. I am a little concerned, and though I keep slowly upping my pace and depth, I ask, “Okay... are you both okay?”

“Yes...” they roughly answer and hesitate in unison, and then, “mate.” And it hits me different from ever before, because I know they both almost said alpha . A month ago, I’d have been all for it, loving it because I was and am their alpha. But not now. Now being Alexander, Xander, X, mate—it is what I want to be to them. Alpha to so many but only mate to these three.

My pace increases, and I’m hitting the depth I love, my tip tapping her cervix on each hard thrust in. So fuckin’ warm and indecently, sloppily wet. “Damn... so freakin’ good,” I groan as pressure builds in my balls, and my hard length continues to swell with each thrust, the squishing and suctioning sounds only adding to the erotic depravity of forcing her to take two cocks at once. And, hell, my dick isn’t the only one swelling as Ethan’s length is being revived, fighting for room where there’s none. I’m so focused on being inside her, being inside her with him, both of us sharing her most intimate space, the emotions—all the fuckin’ emotions being stirred up and released—that I don’t even register Jax’s presence until his lubed finger is circling my ass.

“Fuck,” I grunt, the tickling sensation pushing me to fuck her harder. As if Jax knows I’m close to detonating, he wastes no time prepping me. He just presses a smooth, rounded metal tip into my back end and doesn’t stop. It’s thin and not uncomfortable, but it’s long. My balls pull up to my throat, joining my rocketing heart, and I grip onto Billie and Ethan, wanting to hold them, to bring them over this edge with me. Then he hits that spot—my fucking prostate—and I feel pleasure in the form of pressure shoot through my lower stomach, twist up my balls, and continue straight through my tip.

“Shit! Fuck! Shit!” is all I can manage to spittle out, because I’m spraying my words, close to drooling on myself. Reading me, sensing the tension through the rod, he goes back and swirls, and he must tap my spine. Every muscle in my body tenses, paralyzed by the sensation. My spine arches, my head flings back, and my eyelids retreat so far back in my skull, I don’t know if I’ll ever to be able to close them again. I lose all control as fountains of cum are forced through my slit. I scream, releasing everything, and scream with relief, thinking that it’ll be over soon.

But it’s not. It’s not over, because with one hand supporting my shoulder, Jax’s other hand continues to work the peg, circling it, massaging my prostrate, tapping reserves I didn’t know I had, and all I can do is stay in this statue-like state and give in. My vision doesn’t just blur—it blacks out, my heart stops, and I can’t breathe. I feel like I’m falling, only to find I am, and Jax is catching me. He removes the peg, and I’m able to get some air into my burning lungs. I feel Billie’s walls squeeze around my length just as my dick slowly withdraws from her tight channel.

Ethan continues to fuck her with vigor at having all the space that wasn’t available. He releases muffled curses as more cum joins mine inside her before he collapses, unable to stay upright. And as if a cork has been removed, what seems like ounces of hot seed pour out from inside her, splattering onto the blankets and mat.

Ethan guides Billie’s wobbly body down to his. I blindly and needily reach my arm out for them, pulling them closer. We’re all absolutely filthy with our own fluids, and I love it—as do Jax and Ethan, who bookend Billie and me, rubbing and scenting marking ourselves with each other.

“Just a short rest,” I pant, my eyelids closing. “Need to rewind... movie...” I yawn.

“Sleep. Big weekend coming up,” Billie mutters nuzzling her face into my chest. “Love you all.”

“Ditto,” we three say. “Ditto.”