Page 84 of Sold to Three Alpha Kings

“I’m so close,” she whimpers, her face a mask of pleasure. “Almost there…” A strangled cry tears from her throat.

Her dam shatters and squirts all my cock. “Fucccck!”

I groan, deepening my thrusts as her slickness wrapped around my shaft.

“Yes, look at that…” Chris praises her.

Sinth and I pull out of her holes, and she drops to her knees, shaking. We stand over, reaching down to caress her body. She doesn’t stand, but she straightens, Sinth’s cock in her mouth while stroking mine and Chris’s.

She works all three of us at the same time, switching between our organs. When she sucks me, she twirls her tongue around my cap greedily while looking up at me through her lashes.

“Oh, my God, cutie.” I tip my head back, my low growls mingling with that of Sinth and Chris.

Chris lies flat on the sheet spread across the ground, and she straddles him in reverse. He’s in her through her back door while Sinth positions himself in front, his cock sliding into her pussy.

I kneel beside them, and she swallows my cock, bobbing her head. While the men fill her holes, I mold her breasts, basking in the warmth of her lips on my cap.

While we claim every inch of her, her body is already straining toward the bond none of us have let ourselves claim until tonight.

“Bite me,” she says, her voice desperate and urgent. “I’m ready. Mark me. Claim me as yours.”

Although we don’t bother exchanging glances, we all know that it’s time.

They break positions, and she lies on the sheet, writhing seductively against it.

Sinth goes first.

He gets on top of her, kissing her slowly as she slides him inside. The rhythm builds steadily and deliberately.

When his knot finally starts to swell, locking them together the way instinct demands, she cries out, back bowing, nails dragging down his shoulders.

His teeth find the curve of her neck at the peak of it, the mating gland thrumming beneath his mouth, and he bites down.

She comes apart entirely.

The bond snaps into place instantly, something ancient and absolute settling between them. I feel the ripple of it even from where I kneel beside her, some echo of the claim reaching all three of us through the fated thread we all share.

Sinth stays locked with her long after, murmuring against her skin, worshipping her through the aftershocks until his knot finally eases enough to part.

Chris takes his turn next, and I’ve never seen him like this—every wall gone, every careful restraint abandoned entirely.

He fills her slowly at first, but the pace doesn’t stay slow for long, something desperate and starving finally let loose.

She meets him with equal hunger, gripping him tight, urging him faster with breathless, wrecked sounds that undo whatever composure he has left.

When his knot swells, locking deep, she screams his name, and he follows the same instinct Sinth did, teeth finding her throat on the opposite side, marking her permanently, completely.

He bites down.

The second bond snaps into place, and this time I feel it hit harder, deeper, some final piece of the fated connection locking into place between all four of us at once. Chris’s composure shatters entirely, a broken, reverent sound tearing out of him as he spills inside her, still locked, still claiming.

“Mine,” he growls against her throat, wrecked, and it’s the least controlled I’ve ever heard him. “Ours.”

My turn comes last, and by now she’s boneless, spent, glowing with the aftermath of two claims already settled into her skin. But she reaches for me anyway, pulling me down, that insatiable need still burning steady in her eyes.

“Wayne,” she murmurs. “Please.”

I don’t need to be asked twice.