Page 88 of Rut Bar

“Yes.”

My balls tingle with the first inkling of my pending orgasm. It’s a powerful one. The kind that wrecks you after it passes. And I don’t know if that’s because I’m buried in our omega who’s in full heat or because my alpha’s stuffing me full, or because now that I’ve been forced to submit completely, I don’t have any fear left. Only a pleasure so deep I’m drowning in it.

They’ve seen me brought to the lowest an alpha can get, and they’re all still here. They want me. I’m good enough. Desired.

“He’s close,” Anthony says. “See the change in his breathing?”

My lover knows me so well. He knows my secret desires and urges before I do. Under his perfect control, I’m more free than I’ve ever been.

“Good,” Brendan answers. The alpha gets a fistful of my hair and drags my head to the side. He exposes my throat, my hair sliding free to give him a better view.

“Don’t,” Anthony orders, steel in his voice. “No biting.”

Fear tinges the edges of my rut drunk bliss, but my head’s too foggy to keep up with the abrupt change in tone or mood. Everything is perfect. Why is Anthony upset?

“Trust me.” Brendan dips his head to my scent gland and licks a wet stripe over the pheromone rich skin. “Make our omega cum, boy,” he orders, his voice deep and commanding. “I want her milking you when I knot your ass.”

I shiver against him, but I don’t tense or pull away. I’m balanced on the edge. One slight push and I’ll careen off it. My chest heaves with the effort needed to drag it out, to hover on that precipice.

The graze of his sharp alpha teeth along my neck makes my thighs tense. I inhale sharply, the sound turning into a moan. He sucks my scent gland into his mouth and bites it lightly. Not enough to break skin or create a bond, but enough to let me know he has me.

Right now, I’m his. It’s his cock in my ass. His teeth at my throat. I might be the one buried in our omega’s sweet pussy, but I’m not in control. I’m only between her legs because he’s allowing it.

The unspoken permission to let go is all I need to stop my fight against coming. He growls, the sound vibrating my sensitive scent gland, and I fly apart. With a series of grunts that turn into a purr, I come. Cock jerking inside Vee, my pelvis tightens. My knot swells.

Brendan’s hips snap forward and he buries me deep inside of Vee, my swelling knot locking us together as it fully expands. He’s letting me knot her.

She pulls herself off Anthony’s cock and lets out a long, ragged moan. Her pussy spasms on my knot as she comes against Anthony’s fingers. My balls empty with one jerking thump at a time. Hot rope after rope lashes her walls. Fills her. She’d be dripping if she weren’t stoppered.

Her channel squeezes, milking me. Demanding more. For an omega in heat, it’s never enough. More, more, more, her greedy pussy says. That’s why our omega needs her pack. She needsus.

Anthony fucks her slack mouth. He reclaims her attention and shoves his cock between her lips. Focuses on his pleasure as she works to take him.

Brendan ruts me. He slams deep, fast, and hard. His teeth bruise my neck where they pinch, and then his thrusts slow. He growls, a low rumble, the sound traveling straight through me. It startles a bigger purr from my chest. We purr together as his cock pulses inside me. It jerks, buried deep in my gut, as he comes.

A dull, slow pressure grows in my ass. Stretches me wider than I’ve ever been stretched before until I worry that it’s too big. Too much. That I’m too unprepared. His knot makes his huge cock double in size. It’s a pleasure that borders on pain. Only his complete stillness and the residual aftershocks of Vee’s pussy on my knot keep it manageable. Bearable.

Brendan lets my unmarked neck go, but laps the pheromone-laden sweat from my skin. “Good boy,” he murmurs. “You take a knot as well as any omega.”

He sounds proud. Bliss keeps my thoughts mellow and sated. I like being a good boy. I love how they want me even though I’m not dominant.

“Fuck, I want to see,” Anthony says. “Hold that thought, baby.” He pulls his cock from Vee’s mouth and gets off the bed. He kneels behind us.

When Brendan spreads his legs wider to give Anthony a view, it tugs at me. At my ass where we’re tied. I whimper.How does she stand it?

“Fuck, babe. That’s so hot. Does that feel good?” Anthony asks.

Tentative fingers probe at our tie. He teases my puffy, lube-slicked hole and the bulge under my balls where the knot’s buried deep. “It feels good,” I gasp, holding still. “I’m so full.” The alpha’s knot is wider than any cock, toy, or plug I’ve taken.

“What a good cock slut you are.” Anthony palms my balls and I twitch, groaning with Brendan and Vee when the movement pulls at all three of us. “Oh, that’s promising. You’re giving me ideas.”

“Don’t,” I beg, keeping still. “Please.” If he fucks with us, I’ll fall apart. I’m barely holding it together right now. All I want to do is collapse in the nest and nap.

Anthony chuckles, but the sound isn’t reassuring. He gets back onto the bed and cuddles Vee. The look he gives us is full of dark promises. I can see the wheels turning in his beautiful blue eyes.

Fear and anticipation war with each other within me.

Whatever he’s thinking, planning, I know I’m going to love it. He knows me too well.

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