Page 88 of Beg for It

The guys growl and the sound only makes me harder. I’m gushing so much slick.

“It hurts,” I whine, wiggling in Brooks hold. Only this pain is different from when I woke up.

“Where does it it hurt?” River asks, brushing some of my sweaty hair away from my forehead.

“Everywhere,” I groan. “Why am I so horny.”

They all chuckle. “It’s because you're in heat, Baby Boy.” Brooks kisses the side of my forehead. “And fuck, you smell so good.”

“Touch me,” I whimper, begging. “Please.”

I need them so badly.

“What do you need, baby?” River asks.

“To cum.” I lift my hips. My cock is so painfully hard right now, I feel like it might burst.

“I got you,” River growls, grabbing my pants and pulling them down enough for my heavy cock to slip free.

River wraps his hand around it and I cry out, eyes rolling back. “That's it baby. Let your Alpha make you feel good. We have you,” Brooks says.

A warm mouth wraps around the head of my cock, sucking hard before taking me all the way.

I’m so wound up that it only takes River a few bobs of his head before I’m cumming. My hands claw at Brooks’ bicep as I scream River’s name, cumming hard down his throat.

He swallows me down like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted and I slump into Brooks’ arms, feeling so much better than I did before. It’s not enough, I don’t think anything will be when it comes to my alphas. But it’s good enough until they get me to wherever they’re taking me.

“I’m sorry,” I whimper, my mind cleared enough to hold a bit of a conversation. “I’m so sorry I lied to you. I’ll never do it again. I was so fucked up, all of it happend at such a bad time. I was closed off, confused. I didn’t lie to be malicious, I promise. Please don’t hate me. Don’t leave me.” I start to cry again, shaking in Brooks’ arms.

“Shhh,” River says, cupping my cheek. He leans in and kisses me. I moan, parting my lips to allow his tongue in and I taste myself on it. It only makes my cock come back to life. “We don’t hate you, baby. We could never hate you. We’re the stupid ones okay? Can you forgive us?”

“Yes,” I nod my head eagerly. “Yes. Please just be mine.” My voice breaks as more tears fill my eyes. “Never leave me again. I don’t think I could handle it.”

“We’re not going anywhere,” Brooks growls, the sound rumbling against my chest. “Never. You're our Baby Boy and we’re never letting you go again.”

“We’ll fucking kill anyone who even dare tries to take you from us,” River growls.

My eyes flutter shut, a stupid smile forming on my lips as I feel a heavy wave of sleep take over me.

My body is exhausted, I feel like I’ve been through hell and back. But as I drift off to sleep, I know I’ll be fine. I have my pack now. Everything's going to be okay.

RIVER

Fuck. Cam is wrecked as he sags in Brooks’ arms, fear and remorse written all over his face. What he doesn’t understand is how pissed we are at ourselves. That’s why Lee was kicking our asses over at the house.

We know we reacted badly, that we treated Cam terribly. But, the time for self flagellation is over. Our omega needs us, we'll have to make sure to show him how much we adore him, and how fucking sorry we are.

Cam doesn’t care if we think we’re the scum of the earth and unworthy of him. His heat is riding him and he’s in agony. The adoration and pain shining through his eyes as he tries to breathe through his stomach cramps shows me this.

Lee drives as if the hounds of Hell are following him, intent to get to the club. I know he’s going to park in the back so we can walk right into the sex dungeons. An omega’s paradise lies there. He’s about to get a hell of an education, but we are going to treat him so well.

Is it possible to apologize through orgasms? If so, we are going to do our damndest to make him feel so good.

Brooks pulls Cam further up into his arms as Lee parks by the back door, while I lean forward to open their door. Neither of us are worried about his hard dick exposed to the air since his pants are still down, because it’s a short jog into the club.

Brooks whispers in our omega’s ear as we move, and Lee locks up the vehicle even as he lets us into the club.

“Take him to where the St. Andrew’s cross is set up. It’s already laid out to make him comfortable since it was getting cleaned,” Lee grunts.

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