Small blessings, I suppose.
Leaving what can only be described as a cult was a goal I had from the time I realized I was living in one, and I tried like hell to make that goal a reality for just as long. It took years to work up the courage. Years of panic and guilt, fear and pain. Pep talks that didn’t land, plans that always fell apart. It felt pretty hopeless for a long time, and I started to accept the fact that I was never going to get out of there.
Then I did.
I got out, and I ran as far away as possible.
But I ran right into the arms of a monster.
I escaped one circle of hell only to end up in another and at fourteen years old, I had no idea which of them was going to be worse. To be honest, after almost fifteen years in the most recent one, I still don’t know.
Equal torture at different levels, with different methods. Every bit of both left me scarred and broken; that’s the version of me these men met even when we were technically kids, and the four of us clung to each other until we could set ourselves free.
Our freedom.
Nothing has been sweeter than that.
“How are you feeling now, bug?”
I glance back at Emery with a smile. “Really?”
“What?” He shrugs a shoulder but when I just arch a brow at him, he laughs. “It’s not my fault y’all are so damn fuckable.”
“Mhm.”
“He has a point,” Dante says, pulling my attention in his direction, most likely so I can see that he and Jay are definitely on the same page as the alpha behind me.
“Right.” My eyes drop to Jyron’s dick, that thick appendage growing hard with each stroke of Dante’s hand along the length. “Even though we just spent the last few days doing nothing but that.”
Emery kisses my shoulder and up the side of my neck as his cock hardens underneath my ass. “It’s different when you’re in heat.”
My eyes flutter closed as his palm slides across my stomach, his fingers moving lower until Emery’s cupping my pussy.
I have no idea how I can want them this badly not even an hour after everything ended. I definitely don’t know how any of us have the energy for this either, but we somehow do, and I guess I shouldn’t question it since I can feel how slick I am already.
I guess I’m not the big bad omega who doesn’t need to be spoiled that I like to pretend I am, not when I’m always on board for being close to my alphas in any way possible.
Balls deep is pretty damn close.
“Ass or cunt?”
“Excuse me?” I gasp as Emery starts circling my clit while my gaze swings to Jay.
“I asked if E wants your ass or your pussy.” I bite my lip as he crawls toward me, his soft and sweet side vanishing as a hunger visibly takes over. “Because I want Dante to fuck me while I fuck you, and I need to know where I’m sticking my dick.”
“Crude.”
Jay chuckles as his lips close around my nipple, the man sucking hard enough to make my back arch, the position causing me to bear down on Emery’s hand, his finger pressing firmly against my clit.
“She wants that,” Dante grunts as he keeps eye contact with me while he moves behind Jyron. He grabs him by the hips, popping his ass up toward his cock and before I can confirm how right he is, Dante slams into him. “Shit. Yeah, our girl wants to feel me fuck you both.”
I watch for a few moments, rolling my hips in time with Emery’s hand, chasing a release I know I’m not even close to having while Jay moans around my nipple. Dante runs his palms up and down Jyron’s back while he pumps into him, his thrusting almost languid with each caress over his skin. He repositions a little, one hand gripping Jay’s shoulder tightly before the other slaps his ass so hard I can practically feel it, then he’s pulling him upright so I can see the way Jay is stroking his cock.
“Oh, god.”
“Cunt,” Emery growls seconds before I’m flipped over onto all fours then maneuvered so I’m straddling him. “I get your pussy right now, bug, and Jay can have your ass. You good with that?”
My nod is the only response I give before Emery is slamming me down onto his dick, his knot pressing against my clit the way his fingers were a moment ago and I can’t help the groan that slips from my lips, or how it turns into a whine when he holds my hips still.
