by Dizzy Hooper
With that, he digs back in, sealing his mouth over my clit and tonguing it hard.
Bright pleasure sings through me, and I gasp, throwing my head back, but it's not enough. Not with my season having taken hold. Grabbing my aching breasts and squeezing, I push my cunt against his face for a minute before the frustration gets to be too much.
"Please," I beg, abandoning my full breasts to pull at his hair. "Need you. Breed me alpha, please." The magnitude of what I'm asking for floors me. Makes my pussy ache and my skin ignite.
Because that's what he's going to do. I'm not on birth control. I'm in my season, at the height of my fertility, and he's going to fuck me until I'm dripping with his seed. He's going to put a baby in me.
Another, deeper whine escapes me as my womb twists within me, because God, I need that, I want that—
With a growl tearing at his throat, Grady separates his lips from my opening. He withdraws his fingers from my pussy and his thumb from my ass. The sudden emptiness is a shock like pain, but then he's there, looming over me. Huge and strong and mine.
"Present," he rumbles. His eyes flare, and the rough command in his voice burns my bones to ash.
I waste no time. My lungs seizing, heart pounding, I scramble over. God, this is so degrading, and I love it. I put myself in classic breeding position, on my knees with my face mashed to the mattress, my arms spread out in front of me. My naked ass and pussy are on display, just begging to be taken.
Grady grasps me by the hips. He plants a hand in the middle of my shoulder blades, pressing me deeper into the mattress, and I quake with anticipation. I squeeze my internal muscles and raise my hind end higher in the air.
The first brush of his fat alpha cock to my rear makes my pulse thunder. He drags the blunt tip up and down my lips a couple of times, spreading my liquid around. He takes himself in hand. Lines up.
The most incredible scream of relief tears its way out of me as he finally, finally pushes inside. Inch by inch, he spears me open, and it's so easy. I'm slick halfway down my knees, drenched with desire, made to be fucked. Created to be a hot hole for my alpha's cock and a willing receptacle for his seed.
"Take it," he breathes into my ear, leaning over me. "Take your alpha's cock."
"Yes, yes, yes," I chant.
Then he really starts fucking me.
He's brutal in his pace, drawing back only to slide right back in, no pause and no mercy, and thank God. My orgasm barrels down on me, but I hold it in, waiting, waiting.
"Please," I whine, thrashing. "Fill me, breed me, I need it, want your pups, want your seed…"
He fucks me harder, faster. His hands tighten on my hips.
"Mate," he groans. "Jess…"
The first pulse of his cock releasing inside me sets me off. I explode into ecstasy, screaming his name. My whole body clenches down around him, milking him for his come, drawing it in deep. It fills me, flowing into my most empty places, and I imagine it finding its way straight to my womb, knocking me up, creating life…
Not that it has to. Grady fills me up, then while I'm still coming down from my orgasm, he pulls away, his thick cock sliding free. I sob at the loss, but there's no need. Seconds later, the bed rocks. New hands slot themselves around my waist.
"Baby," Landen says, nosing my neck.
"Fuck yes." I moan, twisting so I can meet his lips.
I'm dripping Grady's hot come, but Landen doesn't seem to care. Kissing me deeply, he slots his cock to my opening. I sink my teeth into his lip with the long, smooth glide as he fills me. I clench around him, panting with the shocking pleasure of being taken again so quickly.
Delirious and high on sex and my heat, I kiss him and kiss him and kiss him. His long cock hits the very limits of my sex. The blunt head nudging up against my deepest places wrings another jolt of desire from me.
Landen's always liked to fuck hard and fast, but he takes his time for once. In slow, sure strokes, he builds me back up to the peak. I can barely breathe with the press of his mouth where it's sealed to mine, can hardly move with the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. I'm just sensation and need, just the slick sounds of sex and the clench of my womb crying out for more.
And he gives it to me. Suddenly, almost without warning, he chokes out a sharp cry. Bliss spreads through me at the hot gush of comes he shoots into my hungry pussy. I fling a hand back, needing to touch him as he empties himself inside me.
He collapses over me. For a minute, I think he might stay there, just like that, but before long, a gruff voice to my side rumbles, "My turn."
I flutter my eyes open to find Colt there. I raise a brow at him. My throat is raw from the insane noises that have been falling out of me as I've been bred. "Gonna give me your seed, too?"
"Damn right I am."
And forget that he seemed unsure about any of this last night. This morning, he's urging Landen aside. More come leaks out of me as he withdraws, soaking the mattress beneath me, but I couldn't care less. I'm floating, in a rolling state of ecstasy as Colt pushes in to take his place. His huge girth feels like heaven as he drives in deep.
Laughter threatens to bubble through me. I haven't even moved and three men have had me like this. I feel like a glory hole, like a public amenity just begging to be used.
And yet I also feel like more. It's these little things—Grady's possessive hand at the center of my back and Landen's soft kisses. Colt's firm grip on my ass and his hand that pets my side, reminding me who I am and who I belong to.
Reminding me that it's my own perfect mates who are pounding me hard and breeding me.
"I love you," Colt groans. He slips his hand down to finger my clit.
One glancing touch there and another screaming orgasm consumes me. A few more hard thrusts and he follows after, filling my throbbing cunt again.
I'm sticky and sore, and my legs are shaking. With a wet kiss to the back of my neck, Colt pulls out.
His is the third hot load I've taken, and it's nowhere close to enough.
I roll over onto my back, my legs still spread. Dizzy and delighted, I take in the three panting males staring down at me. I reach my hands out to the sides.
And ask, "So? Who's next?"
Chapter 11
We must take a break at some point, but it hardly seems like it. I'm passed from one male to the next. We take our time a little more, after those first, frenzied matings.
Grady slides his cock into me deep and slow, my legs hooked around his waist and his eyes staring deeply into mine, his hand weighing hotly on the place where their seed will take root.
Landen helps me through a pointless but delightful shower, washing my body before putting his mouth on me. I come like that, sagging against the tile, my hands buried in his silky, straw-colored hair, his tongue on my clit and three fingers buried deep inside my greedy pussy.
Then he dirties me all up again, taking me against the counter while we're still both soaking wet, our skin slick. My hand on the mirror leaves a print that'll last for days.
Colt steals me away, theoretically to feed me a belated breakfast, and he does just that. Carefully, he places one bite after another directly on my tongue. He tilts a mug of perfect coffee to my lips and invites me to drink. Before long, though, my season drives me to the brink of insanity again. I end up on my back on the table, our breakfast in pieces on the ground as he reclaims his place between my legs and fucks me hard—just like I want it.
Things become a bit of a blur after that.
It doesn't matter that I've been fucked a half dozen times in a single morning. Chances are that one of these males has managed to do the trick by now. Even as I'm being bent over the couch, as I'm giving it up on the bench beside the door, as I'm begging Grady to fill me up with his hot alpha seed again—I'm probably quickening. Their baby is taking root inside me.
The idea only makes me more ravenous.
At some point, I must pass out, a sweat-soaked, come-streaked mess of liquified bones and
satiation.
When I rouse, it's with a thick cock still inside me.
I moan, stretching sore muscles and groaning. I don't know how long I've been out, but it feels like hours. My clit throbs, and I squeeze the cock inside me hard.
The body beneath mine groans. Landen, then. I remember now—I fell asleep after the third orgasm he brought me to. I was riding him, and he felt so good. He filled me up with his come, and I grayed out.
And now here I am, still astride him.
The room is pitch black. The sounds of rough, slow breathing surround us. We're in my room—I think. Colt and Grady must have passed out beside us.
I clench my pussy again. Good. More cock for when I'm done with this one.
It's only been hours, but I feel the urgency rising. I'm going to need to get fucked good to make myself tired enough to fall asleep again.
Rising up, I brace my hands on Landen's hot, smooth chest.
"Baby," he moans. It's almost—but not quite—a complaint. He's hard as a rock, but the grit to his voice makes me think he was mostly asleep.
I kiss him, a soft graze of wet lips on lips. "Don't worry. I'll do all the work."
I lift myself up again and start a gentle rhythm with my hips. I fuck myself on him nice and slow. He hits these brilliant, singing places inside of me. At the end of every stroke, I rub my clit against his pubic bone, and yeah—yeah, that'll do the trick.
"Baby," he groans again, more loudly. Rumbles sound out around us. Our companions are stirring. We're going to wake them up at this rate, but I can't bring myself to stop.
I speed my pace, lifting up and dropping myself onto his long cock again and again until the feeling builds. His hands come up to grip my waist. He throws his head back.
I scrape my nails over his chest, and he arches.
The first hot pulse inside me pushes me over the edge. I shatter into pieces while his seed fills me up. He moans, loud. I kiss him to try to swallow it, but it doesn't matter.
"Again?" Colt asks.
Landen laughs, and his cock jerks inside me, spurting out another jet of hot come. "She's insatiable."
"Yes, she is," I agree.
As soon as we're both finished coming down, I lurch off of him. He slips free with a wet sound, hard cock smacking against his abdomen. His come drips down my thighs as I roll across the bed.
Colt welcomes me with open arms and a kiss that has me crawling right on top of him. With a groan, he reaches down to stand his cock up. I sink onto it, in bliss, so thankful that I get to have this.
That all these men are here to take me, to claim me, to satisfy my desperate need.
I ride him until we both come, moaning out each other's names.
And then sleep claims me again.
Chapter 12
It's late in the third full day of my season that something shifts.
I've been fucked in every possible position and location I can think of. My pussy is sore and my throat is raw, my breasts swollen from being sucked at and bitten. Fingerprint bruises litter my hips and waist.
But it doesn't matter. My desperation has persisted. This morning already, Colt and Landen have passed me back and forth a dozen times. They're struggling to keep up at this point. My legs and arms and abdominal muscles are, too.
Finally, Grady peels himself off the wall. He comes to me where I'm slumped over Colt's exhausted form. My pussy throbs as Colt slips out. I need it again—I always need it.
But it's…different.
The sexual frenzy of the last few days warps and shifts.
I look to my alpha through hazy eyes. "I…"
"Shh. You're almost done, my love. You've taken so much. Just one more."
Yes. Yes, that's what I need. One more load of potent seed. One more cock and one more breeding.
One more time with my alpha.
His decision to hang back these last couple of hours suddenly makes sense. Maybe my scent shifted or maybe he just has some sixth sense about these sorts of things, but he knew. He was waiting.
He was my first, and he's determined to be my last, and I'm so grateful for his touch that I could cry.
With gentle hands and more strength in his limbs than I could possibly muster, he lifts me up into a bridal carry. He supports my weight as he carries me through the house. My head rests on his shoulder. The powerful thrum of his pulse beats right before my face, our bonding mark so close that I could taste it, so I do. Twisting my neck, I put my lips to his throat and suck.
His pace falters, his knees wavering, but he recovers quickly. "Patience…"
Somehow, I manage to keep it together as we retreat to his bedroom.
And it isn't as if I haven't been alone with any of my mates through these intense, desperate days. I've been shut in with one or another at various points. We've fucked or talked or bathed or slept. We've even watched TV, during idle moments when the frenzy dropped to the point where I could focus on anything besides the insistent throbbing between my legs.
But it still feels different when Grady's bedroom door swings shut behind us. No one has ever been left out intentionally before. No one's ever been excluded.
Grady couldn't be making it any more clear that this time is just for him and me, though.
I spare a moment to think of Landen and Colt—especially Landen, who has a stake in who the father of our baby is. Colt isn't uninterested in knocking me up, but he isn't invested, either.
Well. Landen certainly had enough opportunities. He's had me as many times as any of the others. His seed is still swimming in me from the last time he drove inside.
And it's not as if this will be our only time. There will be more opportunities. More seasons and more chances to for him to fill me with his pups.
The alpha always goes first. Grady so rarely gets territorial about that, but this time he's made it clear that he wants this baby to be his. He's staking his claim, asserting his privileges.
And I'm so much more than willing to let him.
Closed in together like this, the swirl of scents reduces down to just his own earthy, golden aroma. I breathe it in. I must be a mix of him and me and Landen and Colt. I smell like sweat and sex and the desperate, primal urgency of my heat, but my alpha buries his nose in my hair regardless. He breathes me in deep and moans.
In long, fluid strides, he eats up the space to his big, beautiful bed. He must be as exhausted as the rest of us, but he shows no sign of it.
I groan as he places me in the center of the bed. We haven't fucked in here so far this heat. The covers are pristine, and I revel in the cool softness of the cotton beneath my sweaty skin. Sprawling out on my back, I spread my legs for his inspection. I groan at the movement, every muscle in my body sore. My hips ache from holding myself open for all these men to have their way with me, and my abused pussy feels raw.
Grady positions himself between my splayed thighs with quiet focus. He rubs his thumb up and down my slit, parting my folds to inspect me, and I shiver. It feels so good, and it hurts, and I want more, and I want to be done. A little whine falls from my lips as another gush of come slips out of me and runs down the crack of my ass to the once-clean sheets beneath me.
With a low sound in the back of his throat, Grady chases that slick fluid, catching it on his fingertip to push it back into me, and I moan. He starts up a gentle rhythm, sliding his fingers in and out, testing. He's so careful, so concerned about not hurting me.
He's close, this time, but the ache of not being bred is more painful than the soreness of my flesh.
I whip my head back and forth. "I can't. I don't know if—But, I need—Please—Grady, alpha—"
I need him. I need him to make this decision for me, because I'm so tired and so desperate. My season is breathing its last gasps, driving me crazy with sexual passion, but my body has been pushed to its limits.
He shushes me, withdrawing his fingers with a soft, wet sound. He climbs my body to kiss my mouth. The damp head of his bare cock brushes the un
derside of my thigh.
"Once more," he promises again. "I'll breed you one more time, love. Then you can rest."
Then we all can.
"Yes, please—please—"
He pushes inside in a slow, dragging glide. God, it hurts, and it's the best thing I've ever felt in my life. My womb pulses, the emptiness within crying out as he fills me, and yes—fuck—yes. If I wasn't pregnant already, I can feel it now. This will do it.
He bottoms out with a deep groan. "Still so tight. You feel so good, Jess, mate, my perfect, beautiful girl. I love you, I love you…"
"I love you—"
I throw my arms around his neck in a shuddering effort just to hold on. He draws back and starts up a gentle grind, undulating his hips into mine. He stays deep, putting constant pressure against my clit, and it's just enough. Just right.
"You did so well, baby," he says. "Took us all so brilliantly. So many times. You were so strong."
I don't feel it, but his praise lights me up from the inside. It gives me new reserves. Clutching onto him, I tilt my hips into his thrusts, helping him hit deeper.
"I loved it," he confesses. "God, watching you get fucked by all of them. I've never seen anything as gorgeous, and every time you wanted more."
"Needed it—"
"I know, I know. And we took care of you. We'll always take care of you. You're ours. You're giving us…"
I look straight into his soft, open eyes. "A baby. I'm going to give you—"
"A child." His voice comes out strangled, nothing but naked joy on his beautiful face. His hand migrates to my belly, just the way it has idly for weeks now, but it means something now.
We're doing this. I'm fertile and full of his and all my mates' seed. Even now, he's fucking me full of his pups, and I'm so ecstatically happy.
"Alpha," I beg.
"Mate…" He closes his eyes and crushes his lips to mine. "Come with me, come on my cock, squeeze me, let me fill you, please—"
I throw my head back. "Alpha—"
One more, harder thrust, and I tip over. Climax eclipses me, blacking my vision and driving static into my ears. With a groan of pure ecstasy, Grady sinks his teeth into our bonding mark. His cock jerks inside me, hot come flowing into me, into my womb.