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The pleasure in me becomes too much to deny, so I let it take over. I push into her as deeply as I can the moment my balls tighten and my cock twitches. I practically see stars from the force of the orgasm, the pleasure so hot in me sweat poolson my brow. A gravelly moan comes from me, thundering from my chest, a sound that’s much like a growl. Inside her, my cock spews its seed, wave after wave until I am spent.
I’m breathing hard when I pull out of her, and the moment I do that sweet space between her legs oozes cum and slick, the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen in my life. I don’t hesitate; I drop to my knees beside the bed and bury my face between those legs, licking up the mix of cum and slick like I can’t get enough.
And I can’t. And I won’t.
This girl will soon learn she’s ours.
Chapter Ten – Marnie
What am I doing? What is happening?If anyone should be getting dicked down by multiple alphas tonight, it should be Sabrina, not me. This wasn’t what I wanted when I came here, but… now, it’s hard to remember why I came here in the first place. My friend convinced me to come, said it’ll be our last hurrah—and I thought that meant she wanted me here as moral support while she hooked up with some alphas, not that I’d get my own pack for the night.
But here I am, being eaten out after getting fucked by all three of them, one of them my estranged stepbrother.
Oh, God. I’m never going to let myself live this down, am I?
But it feels so good. Too good. Like, so damn good this can’t be real. Maybe I fell asleep in the car ride up here and this is all some crazily vivid dream that I’ll wake up from all hot and bothered. As an omega, we have those dreams lots, but I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t the most clear and lucid dream ever.
Because it’s not a dream.I know that. I realize it, and yet a part of me still doesn’t want to face the truth of the matter, that I feel so right with these three alphas, that I’ve found my home in them, with them.
That’s crazy, right?
Cas and Damien are sitting at the top of the bed, watching as Jack reacquaints himself between my thighs, and Jack is greedy and hungry where he is, his tongue lapping up anything it can. Cum, slick; it doesn’t discriminate. He takes it all, as if he’s never tasted anything more delicious, and I am so lost I worry I’ll never be able to find myself again.
My body must be at a fever pitch, ready to erupt at a moment’s notice, because when that tongue flicks against my clit, I all but lose it again.
God, why am I so hot? Oh, yeah, I still have this stupid dress on. Somebody needs to get it off me, as soon as humanly possible, before I explode.
Jack must sense my thoughts, or he must be finished cleaning me up down there, because he straightens himself out and pulls me into a sitting position with my legs hanging off the edge of the bed. He gives me a warm, somewhat goofy grin as he says, “Let’s get you out of that dress, Marnie.”
“Leave the teeth in,” Cas orders us. “You make a sexy vampire, omega.”
Hmm. I suppose if he wants the teeth in, there’s no harm in them staying in my mouth.
Jack helps me with the dress. There’s no zipper; it simply lifts up and over my head. He tosses the outfit to the ground, and before it hits the floor it’s completely forgotten about. His hands then snake around me to my bra, unhooking it and tossing it the way of the vampire dress.
And just like that, I’m naked. Naked and flushed and in a predicament I never thought I’d be in. Too late to turn back now, though. There’s no undoing what we’ve already done, no rewind button, no restarting this. We’re in it for the night, so might as well make the most of it.
“Come up here,” Cas says, and the inner omega in me submits to his demands. I scoot up the bed until I’m sandwiched between him and Damien, while Jack crawls onto the foot of the bed, watching.
I lay between the two über alphas, in a position that should by all means frighten me—they aren’t my alphas. This isn’t my pack. I shouldn’t feel so comfortable with them.
But I do.
Both übers cannot take their eyes off me, and soon enough their hands are on me, roaming, exploring, getting to know every curve, every nook and cranny on my body. My stomach. My hips,my chest and the pebbled nipples there. Cas’s hand gravitates to my tits, while Damien slips his hand between my legs, much as he did earlier, at the party.
I wonder if I would have stopped him there, if we wouldn’t be here right now, or if this was simply inevitable thanks to Cas being here. If he came here for me, then I can’t say tonight could have ended up any differently.
“The way you sing for us,” Cas whispers, the words spoken in such hushed tones he sounds like one of those ASMR guys, the ones who whisper sexily to their viewers the entire video, “it drives me mad.”
“I agree,” Damien murmurs, two of his fingers encasing my swollen clit and making me gasp. After eliciting that reaction from me, he slips those same two fingers inside my core, and my core takes them in easily.
No part of me tenses up, not even at the sudden intrusion of his fingers in me. I think… I think I like being full of them, one way or another.
“You’re ours,” Cas goes on, and I’m too lost in the way they’re touching me to deny it. It’s not the first time he’s said I was his, but this time there is a finality to his words, like he’s not leaving me any room to argue with him about it.
And how could I? Look at me. They make me come undone effortlessly. I’ve never felt like this before. This is… this is absolutely crazy, but at the same time, it’s perfect, beyond words.
“Mm-hmm,” Damien purrs out, “ours.” At the foot of the bed, Jack is busy nodding along.
