Page 153 of Rut Bar

He pulls out, then thrusts back in. Does it again. Again. My breathing turns ragged. I’m panting, my eyes squeezed shut as my world narrows to the two cocks stuffing me so fucking full.

“God, you weren’t kidding.” Anthony lets out a ragged groan. “I can feel your cock rubbing against mine inside her.”

“Wait until I knot her,” Brendan chuckles, his cock bouncing inside me as he laughs.

I whimper in response, too tired to find the words to protest. Anthony holds still while Brendan fucks me. He finds a position that doesn’t aggravate his knee too much as he picks up the pace until sweat beads his brow. My vision goes black around the edges as his knot drags over my sweet spot. Caresses it like a lover’s touch from deep inside. Rubs against Anthony’s cock buried in my belly.

Jamie groans somewhere on the sidelines. Bound. Helpless to do anything but watch as they fuck me and reduce me to a whimpering mess between them.

“Here you go, sweetheart. Here’s what you need. Take it. All of it. It’s yours.” Brendan babbles as he comes, his pace slowing as he drives his cock deeper. Rearranges my insides to make more room for himself. His knot swells, and swells, and swells until I’m so full I’m ready to burst. He cums, his groans matching the pulsing of his cock as he unloads inside me and catches his breath.

“Can I move now?” Anthony asks.

I whimper. Want to tell him no. Beg him to give me a minute. But when has Anthony ever known mercy? I feel too much to fall asleep despite being knotted. My skin is too sensitive. My poor clit too swollen. My belly too full of cock and cum.

When Brendan doesn’t protest, Anthony slides out of my ass until his cock’s nearly free. He thrusts back in, his head dragging over the knot lodged deep inside my cunt through a thin wall of tissue.

My whimpers turn into groans until Brendan drops his head down and mouths at my claiming bites. He sucks my tender scent gland into his mouth and teases it with the sharp scrape of his canines. He rocks against me, his pelvis pressed against mine. Grinding.

Anthony claims my ass and takes his own selfish pleasure while Brendan keeps me docile and focused on the throbbing pulse between my legs until I come apart at the seams between them. My walls squeeze down on his buried knot. My ass clenches tight around him.

Anthony comes deep in my gut while cursing in Italian. Once all three of us are spent, we lie there and catch our breath while Brendan purrs. It’s a diesel truck sound. Deep and rumbling. The vibrations hit me bone deep. I’m asleep again before they both pull out, only somewhat conscious of the weight and warmth of a fuzzy blanket being draped over me as their cum drips down my ass and soaks into the nest.

I’m woken when someone settles behind me. A hand slips underneath the blanket between my legs to scoop up the mess from my pussy and bring it to my lips. I growl at the disruption to my rest before my nose latches onto the smell of our combined fluids. They shove their fingers past my lips and I lick them clean, my growls turning into purrs as they feed me the only thing I’ll gladly eat right now.

“Baby, are you ready?” Anthony asks, dragging me back into consciousness some unknown amount of time later. He sets the empty water bottle aside. I must have dozed off while drinking again.

“Hmm?” I ask. A bead of sweat rolls between my breasts. I roll onto my back and stretch stiffened limbs. The room is dark. Only the gentle amber glow of my string lights keep it from being pitch black.

Anthony holds up a silver chain, a key dangling at the end. It swings like a pendulum. “Are you ready? He’s gonna be pretty feral. We’ve been edging him for three days.”

Three days?Has it really been that long?

Memories come back to me, fuzzy and distorted with events out of time from one another. My hair is damp, and underneath the scent of our pack’s pheromones and the musk of sex, I smell the curl cream and lotion that Anthony researched and bought me.

The nest creaks as Anthony gets out of bed. I track his movement, my brow furrowed as he crosses the room and kneels on the floor. I roll onto my side and stretch toward the edge of the nest in time to watch him toss something aside. Metal clangs together as it rolls off the rug and hits tile.

“How do you want to do this?” Anthony asks Brendan, who’s sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the room. “Hands or legs first?”

“Aim him, pull the quick-release knot, and get out of the way. He’ll free himself. It’s better if we don’t handle him too much while he’s in full rut. Once he’s knotted her, he’ll be more manageable.”

Anthony steps to the side, and I finally get a glimpse of Jamie. His hands are raised above his head, the rope tied through a silver ring that I don’t remember being bolted into one of the ceiling beams. His legs are tied apart, each ankle attached to another ring coming out of the wall on each corner.

The look in Jamie’s eyes is foreign. Feral. In the bond, he’s all hunger and desperation. His patient disguise is an act. Underneath it, he’s broiling with lust and desire. Base need and yearning.

Three days. Three days of sleeping in the nest, bound and denied. Being forced to watch. To be so close without being allowed to touch. Participate or claim. His stare and bobbing, ruddy cock both hold a dark promise for my immediate future.

My pussy clenches at the thought. At the idea of being wedged under his powerful body. Of being forced to submit, subdued, so he can finally claim me as deeply as my heart’s claimed him as mine.

I whimper, a fresh wash of slick gathering at my entrance to get ready. To keep from being damaged. It’s nature’s cruel gift to omegas. The more barbaric the alpha is, the more they fight and fuck and hurt us, the more our body submits. Goes limp. Boneless and yielding. Slick and fawning.

Jamie’s nostrils flare as he growls, a low and threatening roil that makes my core clench. It’s like looking at a swirling storm. The danger is there, but it’s too stunning to look away. An act of awe-filled nature that has to be experienced because there is no other option. Something to be endured.

My body tightens with anticipation. I swallow on a throat gone dry and press deeper into the comfort of my nest as if that will save me. Hide me. But there’s no hiding from this. Not when his nostrils flare as he scents the room. Not when this is a bedroom, not a forest.

In the ancient days, an alpha in full rut like this would make an omega like me run. Soft prey chased through a dark wood. Run into the ground, then rutted in the dirt like animals. Seeded. Claimed, and carried home to a foreign village to raise the baby we didn’t ask for.

“Get ready,” Anthony says.

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