I clutch the sheet, gasping. It hurts. God, it hurts. The emptiness is a physical ache, a hollowing-out of my insides that makes me want to scream.
“Hey,” Billy says, instantly there with a hand on my forehead. “Look at me.”
I try, but my eyes won’t focus; the room is a blur of shapes and shadows.
“Sedona,” Seth says from my other side. His voice is calm, but I can hear the strain. “Tell us.”
“I need...” I pant, rolling onto my back as my legs fall open. It’s instinct—presentation. My body is begging. “Please. I can’t... I need it to stop.”
Tex moves to the end of the bed and grips my ankles, looking at Billy. “Now?” he asks.
Billy nods. “Now.”
The air in the room shifts. The hesitation and careful nursing evaporate, replaced by the scent of Alpha rut. It coats my tongue and makes my mouth water.
Billy strips without wasting time, pulling his shirt over his head and shucking his jeans in one motion. His cock stands proud, jutting out from a nest of dark hair, the head swollen and leaking.
He climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs. The hair on his legs scratches against my sensitive skin, making me shiver.
“Look at me,” he commands again.
I force my eyes to meet his.
“I’m going to take the edge off,” he says. “Then we’re going to take care of you. All of us.”
He lines himself up and doesn’t wait, thrusting in deep.
I scream. He’s big, filling me completely and stretching the walls of my pussy until they burn. But the pain is a relief; it scratches the itch that has been driving me insane.
He starts to move, not starting slow but pounding into me. His hips snap forward, driving his cock deep until the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes off the walls.
“Fuck,” he groans. “So tight. So wet.”
I am wet. I can feel the slick gushing out of me, coating his shaft and dripping down onto the sheets. It’s obscene, messy, and perfect.
My hips rise to meet him, and I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles to pull him deeper.
“Yes,” I hiss. “More. Harder.”
He leans down and captures my mouth in a bruising kiss, biting my lip. He tastes like coffee. I feel the bed dip beside me—Seth.
He’s naked too, kneeling by my head. His cock is different from Billy’s: slightly thinner, but long. It bobs near my cheek.
I turn my head, and I don’t need to be asked. I open my mouth and lick the tip; the pre-cum is salty on my tongue.
Seth shudders, threads his fingers through my hair, and guides himself into my mouth. “Suck,” he whispers.
I do, hollowing my cheeks and taking him as deep as I can while using my hand to stroke the base. We move in a rhythm; Billy fucks my pussy while Seth fucks my mouth.
I’m full. I’m finally full. But it’s not enough. The fire is still burning.
I feel hands on my breasts—rougher. Tex’s. He leans over my chest, takes a nipple into his mouth, and sucks hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive bud.
I moan around Seth’s cock as Tex’s hand slides down my stomach to find my clit, rubbing it in fast, tight circles.
I come. It hits me like a freight train. My body bows off the mattress, my walls clench around Billy, and my vision whites out.
I scream, but it’s muffled by Seth. Billy doesn’t stop; he fucks me through the orgasm, chasing his own release.
