Page 84 of Talk About… History

“I need you, gorgeous, can I have you now?” Arden asked, voice pure grit and gravel as he kneeled between my legs, his massive cock gripped in his fist, positioned inches away from my pussy. I was so close to coming I knew that this was going to be pure bliss.

“Yes,” I begged, parting my legs further. His eyes fluttered closed as he teased the swollen head of his cock through my slick, rubbing himself over every inch of my pussy, gathering the slick, before pressing himself into my entrance.

Arden was slow, but relentless, as he pushed forward, not stopping until he was fully seated inside of me.

The stretch was insane, my body slick and ready for him, but his size alone took several deep breaths before the stinging subsided.

When it did, I could only beg nonsensically for more.

Ford and Mason both groaned at the sight.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous for us, Princess,” Ford said, pumping my fist over him even faster. “I’m going to paint those beautiful tits in my cum.”

“Yes,” I agreed, licking my lips and turning to face him.

Ford was gorgeous. Pale skin colored in tattoos, platinum blond hair shaggy and falling over his sweaty forehead. His muscles were tight, the planes rough as he fucked my hand.

His teeth were gripping his lower lip as he watched me, ready to blow his load just from the feel of my hand and the sight of me being fucked by my alpha.

Ford’s eyes rolled back as he slammed forward one last time, shifting so he was true to his words, ropes of hot cum hitting my chest and chin. Each line of his release seared into my skin, sending a fresh wave of slick where Arden and I were joined.

“Look at me,” Mason demanded, voice strained. He was so tense the muscles in his neck were bulging, eyes dark and locked onto me, watching as Ford rubbed his cum into my skin, coating my nipples and marking me.

“Fuck,” Mason growled, my fingers gripping him in what had to be a painful hold, but he was loving it. Continuing to fuck me as he whispered how perfect I was. “So good for us, omega. You’re making your alphas fall apart for you, marking you. You’re going to take his knot like a good omega, right?”

“Yes,” I breathed out as Arden finally started to move. He must have been working hard to keep his knot down, because the moment he was fucking me, slick easing the way, his knot started to swell.

If I thought it was a tight fit before, it had nothing on the pressure of his knot.

My gasp of pain had Ford moving, head diving between us so his tongue could lap at my clit, urging me to relax and give into my alpha.

“Come with me,” Mason urged. “Now.”

My body complied as Ford latched onto my clit, sucking hard. There was no stopping it as my orgasm finally hit. The pleasure stole my breath as it swirled through me, my body shaking and pussy gripping down on Arden’s knot. He groaned as my pussy pulsed around him, refusing to let him move and simply marking him in my own way.

Mason groaned, the sound the only warning before he was also painting my chest, his hand immediately rubbing it into my skin, marking me just as thoroughly as Ford had done.

“Fuck,” Arden protested, his hands gripping my hips almost painfully as he started to move again, knot locking us together as he tried to thrust, even if it was shallow.

“Fill me,” I begged. “I need yours, too.”

Arden clenched his teeth, eyes moving to my neck like he wanted to claim me but wouldn’t let himself. I was grateful. This was one step, that was another.

With one last thrust, Arden was yelling out my name as he filled me, the warmth of his seed painting my inner walls and locking it in.

He collapsed over me, his breathing ragged as his fingers dove between us where Ford had been moments ago. His fingers were gentle, but forceful, easing me straight into another release.

My cries were just as ragged as his breathing, thighs clenching around his hips as my body stiffened, the new release a mix of pleasure and pain before I collapsed on the bed.

I was boneless now, unable to move, but completely satiated. I’d never been so thoroughly and wonderfully fucked.

This omega was officially ruined for anyone but her pack.

Cohen

There was something surreal about walking into my house and finding more than just two dogs waiting for me.

Instead, I was met with the scent of my pack, my mate’s scent the strongest. From the heavy fog of pheromones in the air, it had definitely been an eventful evening for them.

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