Page 87 of Rut Bar

Brendan chuckles, his cock jumping inside my ass with the movements. Vee mewls her displeasure and takes matters into her own hands, her hips gyrating as she works herself deeper onto my buried cock.

Trapped between the two of them, I can’t move. His grip slides down to my shoulder, to the place where a bite would go, as he uses me for leverage. He tugs me back, working me deeper on his length. If I weren’t already slick and warmed up, this would be too painful to bear.

I moan as his large alpha cock rubs across my prostate as he methodically strokes in and out of me. “You’re so big,” I pant.

How did Vee take it? She’s so tiny. I’m not tiny, and I’m still struggling.

“Just wait,” Anthony says, smirking. He gets to his knees and comes closer, pinching my chin between his fingers and stretching until we’re nearly kissing. His breath fans my face as he hovers. “His knot’s even bigger.”

A groan rattles in the back of my throat. Brendan uses my distraction to gain another inch. How many more inches are left?

“He’s going to knot your ass,” Anthony says. His nose slides against mine. “Make you his bitch.” His tongue flicks out and licks my lips, making me gasp. “Because that’s what you are. Our beautiful cock slut.”

Brendan thrusts the last of his cock deep, his thighs smacking against the back of mine as he buries all of his cock inside me. “That’s good, Jamie. You’re doing so well taking all of me.”

Between Anthony’s degradation and Brendan’s praise, I’m a mess. My head swims as Brendan moves for real. He slides out and slams home, the slap of his hips driving me deeper inside of Vee. Again, he does it. If I thought Anthony fucked hard before, I was wrong. Brendan sets a brutal pace. He drives his cock deep and gives me no time to catch my breath before he does it again.

It’s obscene for him to be inside me like this. It’s not something that’s done, or talked about if it is. An alpha fucking another alpha. Our instincts don’t allow it.

But as Brendan moves, hips flexing in a less brutal cadence at my back, I don’t have the urge to fight him. Why would I fight it when it feels this good? And if his cock is inside me, then it’s not inside her. My instincts send me two different, conflicting thoughts.

His big alpha cock stretches me wide and fucks me deep, rearranging my guts with every steady, ball-deep thrust. Together, we find our rhythm. When his balls slap against my inner thigh, I bury my cock deep inside her. When he pulls back, I follow. He leads.

Anthony fists his cock and taps his head against the corner of her mouth. A dribble of pre-cum smears across her face. She turns her head and opens, sucking him inside as he thrusts and fills her. Her reward is the working of his fingers between us. He strokes between her slippery folds and brushes across my dick as he finds her clit.

She clenches and cries out, her sounds muffled because she’s stuffed with cock. I shouldn’t be enjoying this. I shouldn’t want to be fucked by another alpha. Have my ass knotted. Not when we have the sweetest smelling omega in our nest.

But I can’t help it. I can’t fight my real nature. My urges.

Giving up the fight, I lean my shoulders back against Brendan. I let go of the idea that I have to be big and tough because I’m an alpha. He’s taller than me. Older. Wiser. And he catches me.

My head lolls on his shoulder, my long hair slipping and baring my throat for him. He lets out a surprised sound that morphs into a throaty moan.

Strong arms wrap around me and keep me upright. It feels so good to let go. To lean on someone stronger. I’ve always had to hold back with Anthony. He’s smaller. Strong, but in a wiry way rather than bulky. I love him, and don’t want to hurt him, especially not by accident.

With Brendan here, I can fully let go. I can give up the pretense that I’ve ever had control. That I wanted it.

Because I don’t want it.

And I never have.

Being an alpha is hard. Everyone has expectations because of my dynamic. Something that can’t be controlled. I don’t want that responsibility. Making decisions and bossing others around and always being in charge. I’m not super smart. Not good at giving orders. I’ve never wanted any of that.

Anthony is the first person who made me think that was okay. He speaks my fears into existence, and they lose all power over me. He says all of my deep, dark thoughts, and stays. I don’t have to hide them. Be ashamed of them any longer. He frees me by saying the quiet parts out loud, and proving they don’t matter.

Vee doesn’t want my power. My command. She craves my submission. And now Brendan too. His rough claiming of my body allows me to let my mind go blank. To exist as myself, as I truly am, and not the Jamie the world wants me to be.

If that makes me a bad alpha, then so be it.

I’d rather be bad than something I’m not. I don’t want to go back to pretending to be anything other than me.

“Feels so good,” I moan, catching my breath again.

Brendan fucks me, and our movements fuck Vee. Anthony strums her clit until she’s writhing on my cock. His fingers satisfy her more than my cock ever has. She squeezes and moans, her pussy clamping down so hard it’s like it’s trying to push me out. But Brendan’s fucking the both of us. There’s nowhere to go. His fingers make divots in my thighs as he grips me tight. He drives my cock forward, burying me deep inside her.

“That’s a good cock slut,” Anthony says.

It’s unclear who he’s talking to—Vee, whose mouth and pussy are both stuffed with cock, or me, whose ass is stretched with a real alpha’s cock. Maybe both of us.

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