Page 66 of Heat Clinic

“You like being used like this, don’t you? Like a good omega pleasing her pack?” Marcus asks.

I whine and nod, and he purrs as he fucks me, my other shoe dangling off my foot and threatening to fall with each jarring thrust.Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.

“You take us so perfectly. Are you gonna take my knot, sweetheart?”

It’s a terrible idea. We’ll be tied for several minutes until he softens. Exposed. My body squeezes him as if it can clench his knot to life on demand from pure wanting. I need it in a way I’ve never needed anything more.

I nod again, a whimper leaking through my fingers, and my nails dig into the leather seat.

He plays with me while he fucks me, thumbs my clit until everything tightens and I have to slap a hand over my mouth to contain my moans. It’s too much. Too much cock. Too many orgasms. I’m achy and tense, my legs trembling as his pace quickens. As his balls slap against my ass, he bends his knees to get a better angle. Marcus wraps his rough hands around my hips and tugs me to meet him, my butt hanging off the seat as he pulls me onto each thrust and holds me so tight his fingers make divots in my skin.

His pace changes, turning rough and steady, and then he groans and I feel the nudge of his growing knot against my entrance. It’s a blunt, wide intrusion, and he presses it deep, the fat head of his cock making my belly bulge as he forces it in and locks it up tight against my cervix with his knot. He swells, my walls stretching to take the crushing width of him. To keep him there where he belongs as his cock pulses and he fills me with the first pump of cum.

Marcus drops his head and grunts as he empties himself into me, his eyes locked onto where my pink lips stretch wide around his flared base. How did I ever take two of them at once? I thought I was wrecked before, but I was wrong. Taken and filled by all three of them here on the side of the road, their cum running down my ass, I’m ruined for any others.

When he reaches down to thumb my cunt, teasing my tautly wrapped lips and playing with my clit, I pant against my hand. Aching and exhausted, he wrestles one last orgasm from me. It’s a shuddering, weak thing, more of an aftershock, as my tired walls struggle to milk his knot. His grunt turns into a purr as his cock gives one last pulse.

“Wrap your legs around me and hold on,” Marcus says before he leans into the car and pulls me out. I dig my heels into his ass and cling to him, hissing a breath between my clenched teeth as each slow step he makes toward the grassy wooded area tugs at where we’re locked together. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on tight.

He carries me over to one of the picnic tables and sits, arranging us carefully so I’m straddling his lap. My dress falls and covers our tie. I bury my face in his neck, breathing in his spicy, sweet scent. His rumbling purr vibrates his entire chest as he smooths his hands up and down my back and bottom.

Tom and Sam join us and stroke me too, petting my hair and pulling wayward strands out of my face. They rub their hands down my arms and thighs, rubbing all of our scents together. The only thing that could make this better is having a nest to curl into. I want us all to sprawl out and tangle together, all naked limbs and wandering hands. When I press my ear to his chest, his heartbeat makes a pleasantthumpthat floods me with calmness.

“How are you feeling?” Marcus asks.

“Mmm.” I’m too spent for words. I settle for a gentle purr.

“Use my handkerchief,” Tom says.

“Ready, sweetheart?” Marcus doesn’t wait for my answer. He lifts me by my hips, his softening knot tugging deep inside me until he pops free with a gush.

I whimper at the loss of him as one of them presses a cloth to my leaking, dripping cunt. They soak it all up, capturing the cum and slick that runs out of me now that its stoppering dam is pulled out.

“That’s so fucking hot,” Sam says. “Push, baby.”

I flex my tired muscles and work their cum out of me, and they pat me dry with the handkerchief until it’s soaked. Tom reaches between us and adjusts my breasts back into my bra, giving each nipple a pinch first, and then he tugs my top into place so I’m covered.

“Do you think you can walk?” Marcus asks as someone slides my forgotten shoes onto my feet. I’m not sure when the second one fell off.

“I think so.”

He helps me slide off his lap and stand, his big hands almost circling my waist as he makes sure I’m steady before he gets up too and uses the handkerchief to wipe himself down. Marcus tucks his soft cock away, and everyone rights themselves, adjusting clothing, while I make certain I’m decent. It doesn’t escape my notice that they never gave me back my panties.

Fluids creep and shift with gravity, so I press my legs together to stem the flow. “All right.Nowthat you’re all done rutting me like beasts, can I go wash up?”

Marcus grins and pulls me into a kiss, bending down to claim my mouth as I lift onto my tiptoes to meet him. I stroke his chest, marveling at the sheer power of him, at how gentle he always is despite his scary size. He palms my ass and tugs me up higher before finally letting me go, then swats me once. I yelp and dance away from him, rubbing the sting out.

“What was that for?” I ask.

“I already have two brats to deal with. You’re not allowed to get mouthy too.” Marcus smiles wider, the sight of his sharp alpha teeth turning my insides molten. He grabs me by the back of my neck and tugs me against his chest again, holding me there, his other hand rubbing my ass. “Be our good girl.”

My heart stops and starts again at his words, and I bite my lip as I smile and press my face into him, hiding.

“Scared you’ll get outnumbered?” Sam asks.

“Careful,” Marcus growls. “Don’t let your mouth write a check your ass can’t cash.”

Sam sputters. “What doesthatmean?”

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