Page 38 of Sold to the Alphas

“One of these days, I’ll edge you until you cry, and then I’ll make you come so many times you won’t know which way is up,” Finn murmured, his tongue flicking out along my lower lip.

Marshall leaned down to press a kiss against my cheek before he retreated, letting August take his place between my legs. WhenI looked up at my third alpha, he was looking down at me with such reverence that it made my breath catch.

He slid his hand up the inside of my thigh before hooking his hand under my knee and pressing it upwards, opening me up more as he positioned the head of his cock at my entrance. The position left me feeling deliciously exposed, and I bit my lip as he cocked his head to the side, looking down at me with that same carefulness and consideration that he approached everything with.

“Yes?” he asked softly. Ever the gentleman, never wanting to take anything from me that wasn’t freely given.

I nodded, whimpering. “Yes, yes, yes,” I gasped. My pussy clenched, and the slick sound of both Finn and Marshall’s cum as it dripped out of me made my cheeks burn hot, but August didn’t care.

No, he just nodded, then pushed home in one smooth thrust.

My head fell back, and I whined softly as I gave over to the sensation. Marshall took his place on my side, opposite Finn, and I allowed myself a moment to bask in the feeling of being surrounded on all sides by my alphas.

We were safe. We were protected. They were taking care of me in the best way they knew how.

“Good girl. Good omega. You’re so fucking perfect, Elisabed,” August murmured, each seductive compliment timed with the thrusts of his hips. He nailed my G-spot every time he bottomed out, and my whimpers were helpless and desperate as he drove me up to another orgasm.

“We should have a little contest to see who could make her come the most before she passes out. What do you think, boys?” Finn murmured, his fingers sliding down over my belly until they found my clit, working the bud light and fast.

I gasped and shook my head. God, they were trying to kill me.

“I think our omega would like that,” Marshall murmured, a hint of wicked amusement in his voice. It nearly drew me up short—it was so different from the way he usually talked that it nearly pulled me out of the filthy, pleasured headspace I was enjoying.

But then Finn pinched my clit, and kept working it hard and fast as August picked up the pace, and god, there was no fighting with them. Not that I wanted to, not whenthiswas what they wanted...

I clamped down around August as Finn shoved me over the edge into yet another orgasm, and my pleasure seemed to be the last straw for my controlled, stoic alpha. August growled low in his chest, and slammed home once, twice, three times more before his fingers dug into my thighs, holding onto me tight as he came, emptying himself into me.

It was filthy and depraved and absolutely perfect, and for a long moment after the pleasure faded away, I basked in the feeling of completeness.

Marshall’s fingers brushed down the inside of my wrist, and when I turned to look at him with a lazy smile on my face, he was looking down at me with an uncharacteristic softness.

“Welcome home, baby,” he said quietly.

19

August

When I woke up, Elisabed’s body was nestled against mine. The room was dim, the first light of day creeping in through the heavy curtains, and I could hear the faint rustle of wind outside, whispering against the stone walls of the fortress. I could still feel the weight of the events from last night—our physical connection, the way we’d shared a vulnerable space together—but I had a sinking feeling it wasn’t enough to settle the storm that was brewing inside me.

I didn’t want to leave the warmth of the bed, but I could already sense that she was starting to stir beside me. Her breath shifted, her body subtly tensing as she emerged from whatever dream she was lost in. When her eyes fluttered open, I could see the confusion fading from her gaze as she met my eyes, a flicker of hope in them.

“Morning,” she mumbled, her voice thick with sleep but still carrying that sharpness I admired. “Where are Marshall and Finn?”

“Morning,” I answered, pushing my weight on one arm to look down at her. Her tousled hair spilled across the pillow, and she looked far too beautiful for someone who had just gone through the emotional and physical exhaustion she had. Her immediate concern for the others showed how deep her protective instinct went. “They had to meet with their packs after being gone for so long. They’ll be back soon.”

She didn’t say anything for a moment, just stared at me like she was trying to figure out something, her lips pressing together in that familiar way. She nodded, but then she sat up abruptly, making a soft groaning sound, and I could feel the shift in her energy.

“Take me on a tour of the town,” she said, her voice suddenly bright, eager, as though she was already imagining the whole place laid out before her. “I need to see more. I don’t want to stay cooped up in this room all day.”

I exhaled slowly, the tension immediately rising inside me. The last thing I wanted was to let her wander around the fortress. I could feel the pull to keep her close, locked away from everything and everyone, until I felt she was completely settled.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I said firmly, the words harsher than I intended. My hand reached for hers, threading my fingers through hers as I tried to soften my tone, but the intent remained the same. “I want you to stay here today. Rest. You need to nest. We can’t afford for you to wear yourself down already.”

Her lips twisted in frustration, her eyes flashing with that fiery temper I couldn’t seem to shake from my mind. “I’ve been resting for hours, August! I’m fine now. I’m not some fragile thing that needs constant protection.”

I tightened my grip on her hand, knowing it was a little possessive, but unable to pull away. “I don’t want you walking around until I’m sure everything is fine with you. You need to take care of yourself, Elisabed.”

She pulled her hand away from mine, sitting up straighter now, her body language shifting. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered under her breath, but I could still hear the frustration simmering behind the words.

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