Page 148 of Rut Bar

The sound of him finding pleasure, the wet slide of him through my lips, the bump of his cockhead against my clit, is all I need. I come with him and he keeps me from stumbling when my knees wobble as my orgasm rolls through me.

Wetness floods my pussy. His and mine. He chuckles as he pulls his cock free and tugs my panties, wet and sticky, into place. Tucks himself away, his pants rubbing against my ass while he zips up his jeans. He pulls my skirt down my thighs so I look decent again, although I’m anything but.

His teeth nip my ear lobe, harder, and I gasp, wiggling against him. He splays a possessive hand over my belly. Everything squishes when I move. The mix of his semen and my arousal is cooling rapidly, and my pussy is feverish against it.

Still, it’s not enough. I want more. Need it. None of this teasing. I need dick.

“Anthony,” I whine, complaining. A beta next to us glances our way, but I’m past the point of caring. My need to come again, to be ridden hard and fucked properly, is growing desperate. I shouldn’t have come to work today. Should have stayed home for my preheat. But I wanted to see Jamie’s special show. He’s been excited about it all week. We all have. My heat is coming on early because we’ve left things unfinished.

“Let’s finish Jamie’s show,” Anthony says. He keeps a firm grip on my hips as he makes me watch the rest of Jamie’s set while I rub my thighs together and squirm in search of friction. Cum dribbles down my thigh and my clit throbs, desperate to be touched again.

I’m about ready to bend over the nearest flat surface and flip up my skirt so he has to do something about it when Jamie and Margot finish to a chorus of eardrum shattering screams, collect their tips, and leave the stage. Nate comes out with the mic and announces the name of the following dancer.

Anthony runs a hand down my arm. “Now we can go.” He leans in close, his lips bumping against my ear. “You sound like you need a good, deep dicking and you can’t be in here smelling up the place with your preheat like this. There are too many alphas around.”

Fucking finally.

I’m barely cognizant of being bundled into the car and driven home. My preheat progresses rapidly. Brendan fingers me the whole way there, his fingers squelching through the mess of Anthony’s cum. He adds a third and pumps them inside me, but it’s not the same. Not when I know genuine relief is waiting for me on the other end of a knot.

“It came on faster this time,” Anthony says, twisting in his seat when we stop at a red light. “We barely got her out of there before she started sweating.”

I’m sweating?

I reach up and shove my hair out of my face. Damp curls stick to my forehead, but the relief that washes over me when I brush it aside is nice. Not as nice as the fingers stretching me, getting me ready, but nice all the same. Until a cramp twists my belly, my insides pinching.

A gush of wetness makes the work of Brendan’s fingers extra noisy. I whimper and wiggle, caught by my seat belt. Brendan pulls his fingers free and slaps his hand down on my pussy. My surprised cry turns into a needy moan, and my hips twitch as I attempt to thrust on something that’s not there.

“It’s because the bonding’s incomplete. Her body’s trying to force it. Trying to get her mated and pregnant. This heat’ll be worse until she’s properly bitten.”

Yes. Yes, that’s what I want. Their cocks in me. Their teeth. Cum. A river of cum and a knot to grind on. To squeeze.

“Please,” I beg, my hips twisting against the restraint. Brendan’s big hand palms my cunt, and I sigh in relief as his fingers curl and dip inside of me again.

“Almost there, baby,” Anthony says.

Minutes stretch like hours, but eventually we’re home. Brendan doesn’t growl when I reach for the seatbelt’s buckle this time. Unrestrained, I’m free to climb onto Brendan’s lap and grind my aching pussy against him.

He lets out a huff of laughter until I grab the edges of his shirt and rip. Buttons pop off, hit the floor of the van withpingsand roll. I need to feel him. Need to sink my fingers into the smattering of hair on his chest and appreciate how decadently hard he is under all this plush softness that makes him so cuddly. My mouth devours him and his hands palm my ass and knead. Spreads my cheeks apart.

Yes! Touch me. Fuck me. Fill me with your knot and cum.

Hands pull me off him and I growl, unhappy at being disrupted. I’m tossed over a shoulder, my bare ass spanked. Blood rushes to my head and the air whooshes out of my lungs. My skirt was rucked up at some point during the car ride home, or possibly before we left the club. Wherever my panties disappeared to is a mystery. I don’t remember taking them off.

“Behave, baby,” Anthony says. “We’re gonna give you what you need. Gotta get you inside first unless you want to get rutted on the lawn.”

I grunt, too breathless from the shoulder digging into my diaphragm to form words. His idea doesn’t sound bad at all. We make it into the house without incident.

My world tilts on its axis again as I’m dropped into a mountain of soft bedding and pillows. The comforting smells of home, of pack, envelop me. It dulls the red haze of my heat.

Home. Pack. Safe.

I go limp, luxuriating in the plush bedding as it rubs against my heated, over-sensitive skin. Anthony takes advantage and uses this time to undress me until I’m naked. Lifting my head off the world’s most perfect pillow, I stare at my pack and wonder why they aren’t naked yet. We should be fucking already.

“God, she’s so perfect,” Anthony says.

I’d be more perfect with a dick in me.

To entice him, I bend my legs and let my knees fall apart, enjoying the way he devours me with his eyes. My nipples tighten into stiff peaks that ache, begging to be touched. Licked. Sucked. Pinched and pulled. My clit throbs, wanting equal attention.

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