And we’re about to thoroughly worship every fucking inch of her.
Craze rips her from my arms, not to kiss her but to tear the dress off of her, his movements bordering on feral. Ailsa shivers, her hands going to cover her breasts on instinct. But I catch her wrists and yank them back down. “No more hiding,” I say against her ear, my chest to her back. “You’re ours to fuck now, sweet one.”
“Ours to knot,” Krolic agrees, grabbing her next and kissing her while Craze shreds her panties with one of his cards.
He doesn’t wait for her consent or for her to say anything, just goes to his knees from behind, spreads her legs, and starts eating her cunt while Krolic kisses her.
“Ohh,” she says against our king’s mouth.
“Let him tongue-fuck you,” Krolic tells her, his hand around her nap as his opposite arm clasps her waist. “He’s going to make you come. Then you’re going to straddle Catum while Craze takes your ass.” His grip shifts to clasp her chin. “And I’m going to take your mouth.”
She shudders.
“Do you hear that, Miss Marvel?” I ask, leaning over Craze to press my lips to her ear again. “We’re going to take all three of your holes. All at once. Claim you in the basest way. Make youours. And drown you in our seed.”
I can’t tell if her trembling is from my words or Craze’s actions below. Probably both.
I step back to loosen my tie, my jacket and cuff links long gone, thanks to the bloody battle in the courtyard. Some of those Alphas will never recover.
Others will eventually regenerate.
I’m, thankfully, already healed.
It was a dark day.
But it will culminate in light.
In beauty.
In a future bond.
My tie falls to the ground as I undo the first two buttons of my dress shirt. The sleeves are already rolled to my elbows, so I leave those alone.
All while Krolic whispers sensual promises against our Omega’s mouth, telling her how good she’s going to look stuffed full of our cocks.
She’s nervous. But she’s also extremely turned on, as evidenced by Craze below. He’s practically drenched in her slick, the elixir more than doing its job.
Fortunately, she’s still of sound mind.
Soon, that will change.
But we’ll guard her through the process. Protect her during her moments of mental weakness. And knot her into oblivion, just the way she needs.
I unbuckle my belt, then unfasten my pants, but I don’t take them off.
I want Ailsa to soak my clothes with her arousal.
To claim me in her own way. Mark me as hers. Saturate me with her essence. And tell the world that this Alpha…no, these Alphasare hers.
She jolts as Craze begins to prod her backside, preparing her for his cock. It’s that or we share her pussy, which I don’t think she’s ready to do.
That’ll be a more advanced session for later in her heat.
Just like wax play.
Knife play.
Blood play.
