Page 86 of Rut Bar

Once I hit her cervix, she settles. The tension drains from her body. Vee goes limp. Pliant.

Anthony grants her one last stroke of her clit, a move that makes her walls squeeze me, and then he slides out of the nest. I want to track his movements, to watch him get the lube, but the way she squeezes me steals all of my focus. It muddles my thoughts.

It fogs them so all I can focus on is her. The slick heat of her center. Her heady perfume of sweet, juicy pheromones. The bare expanse of her perfect throat. The way she looks at me with lust hazed eyes and pouty lips strips me raw and leaves me exposed.

Please her. Rut her raw. Breed her. Bite.

The instincts are overwhelming and I’m lost to them. I slam into her, giving Vee what she craves. What she needs. The wet slap of our thighs and grunts fill the otherwise quiet room. I’m so focused on maintaining a rhythm to satisfy her I forget what’s coming next.

Callused fingers stroke across my back and butt, and in a moment of insanity, in instinctual fear that my omega’s being taken from me, I growl. The sharp pinch of two slick fingers pushing inside my hole makes me stiffen and suck in a breath.

“Relax, babe,” Anthony orders.

A moment of clarity breaks through the fog of a rut. My body knows what to do before my mind comes back online. It relaxes. Anthony strokes deeper, working the lube inside me and scissoring his fingers apart to get me ready. He teases my prostate, and the sensation interrupts the movement of my hips.

Veronica whines, and I focus on her as I go back to thrusting. Each surge forward drives me deep inside her, and every pull back drives me deeper onto Anthony’s fingers. The same fingers that were buried wrist deep in her cunt not that long ago.

My eyelids flutter as I remember it. The memory is burned into my brain for later. I’m going to come to that mental image the next time she allows me to jerk off.

Anthony adds a third finger and fucks me, then withdraws completely. I have barely enough focus to hold still for this next part. We ignore Vee’s desperate, nonverbal pleading as his cock probes between my cheeks. He slides over that sensitive ring of muscle. Hot cock and a cool metal ring tease me. When he gently pushes in, I moan.

“That’s it, babe. So good.” Anthony babbles a string of praises while I hold still so he can seat himself completely. “I’ll help you fuck her. We’ll do it together.”

Anthony thrusts, his cock filling me completely. With nowhere to go, his movement pushes me even deeper inside her. Way deeper than I’ve dared to go for fear of hurting her. Her belly pouches as the head of my cock fucks her deep. Vee moans, her hips rocking with us. I love how he uses me. That my cock has become an extension for him. That he’s driving us, now.

It’s so easy to surrender control to him. To let go and let him take the reins. Anthony sets our pace, our rhythm getting faster and harder. Using me, he fucks her more roughly than I ever would have dared. And she loves it. Vee goes boneless, her eyes unfocused. Her pretty breasts bounce and sway with every thrust. My teeth ache to latch onto one taut peak and suck.

Vee’s whines roll into an omega purr that makes my cock kick inside her and my balls tighten. She wants this. My cock. My knot. My cum.Me.And it’s all because of him. Because he listened to me when I confessed my attraction to her one night and he promised me he’d make it happen. That he’d make her ours.

Now here I am, buried balls deep inside our omega while he fucks my ass and uses me like his alpha cock sleeve.

His hips slam hard against me and his fingers tighten on my hips. He pleases her with my cock in a way I haven’t been able to on my own yet. She moans, her pussy fluttering and clamping down, strangling my dripping head.

Man, he’s so good at this.

He should have been the alpha. Not me. He’s so much better at it. At knowing what we need and getting it for us before I think to ask. The things I’ve struggled with the most all my life come so naturally to him.

When Anthony abruptly pulls out of my ass, my rhythm falters. Vee and I both cry out together at the loss of it. He slides over my puffy, well-fucked hole again.

And if I weren’t so lost in a rut, so drunk on Vee’s mind numbing pheromones, I might notice there’s no cool kiss of metal on heated flesh. No cock ring. But I’m so lost to it, I don’t.

He slips inside, only an inch, and works his way deeper with careful thrusts. I thought I was readied, but the stretch is unreal. It’s like the very first time he fucked me all over again. It took a week of training for me to take him.

“Relax, babe. Let go. Enjoy it,” Anthony coaxes as he sits on the bed.

He sits.

On the bed.

Then…

I take a second to process what I’m seeing. What I’m feeling. Who’s behind me?

The cock inside me surges deeper, gaining another inch. “Halfway there,” Brendan says, cupping the back of my neck with his large hand. His grip is firm, but not punishing. It keeps me from turning, keeps me there on his cock, but doesn’t squeeze. There’s no need. Among all of us, we both know who’s in charge. And it’s not me.

“Good job, boy. Think you can take more?” he asks.

“H-half?” I whimper. He’s already so deep. I can’t imagine how much further he has to go till I’ve taken all of him.

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