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Jake’s tip teases my lips with his head again.

“Suck his hammer, Josie,” Adrian growls. I open my mouth, let Jake’s head peek in, and swirl my tongue around it. It tastes metallic with a hint of lemon.

I’m being nailed at every angle, and I can’t move, can’t breathe, can’t even think. All I can do is feel.

“Are you boys ready?” Adrian’s voice echoes through the room.

There’s a chorus of “Fuck yes!” as they slam harder into me, move faster, and I can’t control my orgasm as I come harder than I’ve ever come before. My body can’t control itself as my pussy squirts all over Mitch’s front, and he moans, shooting his cum, too, mixing ours together. Cole pulls out of my asshole at the same time Jake pulls out of my mouth, and they spray me with their lemon-scented cum. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, letting Jake’s spunk spill all over me, giving me a lemon and sugar high. Cole’s cum is all over my back, and I feel more from the side, where I see Tim, in hammer form, coming all over my back too, his fluids mixing with Cole’s.

I’m still panting and convulsing as I feel Adrian pull almost all the way out of me. I squeal before he slams home and comes deep inside me. He stays there, not moving as I feel him spray my insides with his seed.

He stays there, and I hear him laughing like an evil villain as he says, “Take my seed, baby. Let me breed this pussy good.”

And at the moment, I’m all for it. If breeding means having these hammers do what they just did to me every fucking time to try to knock me up, I’ll do it and love having their baby, too.

As Adrian continues to come inside me and my orgasm keeps going. I convulse until I can barely breathe.

Then after a while I feel Adrian begin to leave my body and hear a loud pop as he pulls out of me. Next thing I know, he and the other hammer-shaped men shift into human-esque forms, looking over my spent body with hammer cocks all standing at attention. I’m covered in lemonade-tasting cum.

I’m feeling woozy and dizzy. I can’t function.

“She needs water,” someone says. I don’t know who.

“She needs to rest,” another says.

Then I hear Adrian’s voice. “The woman just took five hammers. She needs sleep.”

My eyes flutter closed, and that’s exactly what I do. I sleep.

CHAPTER 9

JOSIE

I wakeup with all the men in their human forms sleeping in bed with me. Cole and Mitch are cuddled up together, spooning, while Tim and Jake are sleeping face to face, their hard hammer cocks touching with a hint of precum at the tips. I’m warm and realize that I’m snuggled into someone. Adrian. I close my eyes and get comfortable.

“You slept for so long. We got scared,” his deep voice says.

I frown. “I’ve never been fucked by five hammers before. A girl needs her rest.”

“And rest you did.”

“What happens now?”

“Now you decide, Josie. Do you want to be ours forever? Our mate? Normally, an omega doesn’t really have a choice. The alphas just take them captive and make the omega theirs, although they usually seem pleased and happy with it. But I know you don’t want any more children. You don’t want to be bred … even though I did that yesterday. I saw the IUD you have in.”

“I don’t want any more kids. But the breeding talk is kind of hot. Being full of your cum is hot.”

He growls in my ear. My eyes are still closed, and the sensation of his voice makes my insides heat.

“Is that it, though?” I ask. “If I don’t want kids, you’ll leave?”

“No. We’ll never leave you. I respect your wishes about not having any kids, and in reality, after last night, I realized that if we did have kids, we wouldn’t be able to fuck like that every night for the rest of our lives.”

“So, what are you saying? Why ask if I want to be your mate or not?”

“It’s a lot to take in. We’re aliens, and though we are here on this planet for now, one day we might have to leave, and you’ll be leaving with us. Once we’ve all had you, knotted you, you’ll be tied to us. Your life force will be. And you won’t age or die unless we’re all gone. It’s an eternity with us.”

“I’ll be thirty-eight forever?” That isn’t ideal. If only they got to me when I was twenty-nine. “And you’ll all look like my kids or something?”

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