Page 47 of Bonds and Beasts

“I want all of you tonight,” I pant, barely managing to speak around the heat spike threatening to drag me down into my omega hindbrain. “At the same time.”

They exchange looks. Dean’s eyes are dark. He lays down on the center of the mattress, pulling me by my hips and setting me on his abdomen above his hard, long cock.

“You ready for that, baby? To take all of these cocks in your perfect body?” It’s a real question. They don’t want to push me.

I don’t answer. Instead I slide back, lift my hips, and crown his tip against my entrance. Slowly I work my way down onto him. His cock stretches me open. I can feel the hard steel of him, every ridge, every vein, until he’s buried in me, the already swelling mass of his knot pressing around me. His hands grip my hips, lifting and fucking me on himself. I look over my shoulder as I bounce, my tits heavy and swinging. My hair falls over one eye. Bello is watching and Easton is openly stroking his cock, beads of precum dripping down his shaft.

My voice is gone so I mewl low, reaching for Bello.

“You need me to take this beautiful, perfect ass, Adison?” he asks.

I nod urgently. I need to be filled in every way.

Dean’s hands on my hips come around to my ass and pull, spreading me apart and exposing my puckered hole for Bello’s full view. His eyes drop instantly, taking me in. Dean never stops his slow, perfect rhythm.

Bello moves up behind me on his knees, pushing Dean’s legs apart so he has easy access. His hand roams from the crest of my ass down. His thumbs come together to drag through my crease and over my back opening, making me shiver. His fingers smooth through my pussy around Dean’s cock, gathering the copious amount of slick there and spreading it back up to my ass. His fingers slick my back entrance and then one presses, popping past the ring with a delicious sensation that has me arching and moaning.

“That’s it, Sweet Girl,” Dean says, bringing one hand around to firmly flick against my clit with his thumb. “Arch so good for Bello. Give him that tight little ass.” His words spike through me. More slick creams around Dean’s cock. He groans so deep it rolls into a possessive growl.

Bello adds another finger, carefully scissoring me open. I bite my lip to keep from crying out. It’s so good, I’m so full, but it’s still not enough.

The bed dips beside us and I lift my head, drool at the corner of my mouth, breath coming out in ragged gasps, to find Easton on the bed next to us. He’s upright on his knees. Thick cock in his hand, he comes closer, the weeping tip at eye level.

Dean, still under me, doesn’t balk at his packmate being so close. He lifts, taking my tit into his mouth and sucking, forcing a gasp from me. While my mouth is open, Easton feeds me the tip of his cock. The taste of salt and musk blooms across my tongue.

Bello behind me is sliding his cock through my slick and around Dean, making sure I’m ready. He pushes up to my entrance. The slow pressure is agony and the burn when he penetrates is exquisite. It’s pain and pleasure all wrapped in a messy tangle at my core. The knee-shaking pleasure of Dean’s cock fucking my pussy doubles as Bello fills me from behind. Both of them slide in and out of me, pressing against each other.

Easton’s cock works down my throat. Every time I swallow him I feel instantly complete. The pack connected through me, if not bound by me. Easton’s fingers find my hair and hesitate, but I nod. I need this. His fingers grip into my curls as he guides my mouth up and down his cock, his swelling knot bumping my lips as I take him in over and over. Tears leak out of the corners of my eyes through sheer overwhelm. Easton sees them.

“Crying on my cock so pretty, Sweetheart. You love being holes for our pack. Don’t you?”

I nod. His fingers pulling tightly in my hair adds that sweet edge of pain. The whirl of pleasure curls tighter.

“She’s fluttering around my cock. She’s gonna come soon,” Dean says and throws his head back as I squeeze around him. “I’m not gonna last either,” he grits out.

Bello picks up his pace, snapping in. Dean is steady and devastating in his ability to hit that perfect spot deep inside me every time. Easton rubs a thumb along my jaw, bursting forward, fucking down my throat, and when I choke I come hard around all of them.

Bello pushes forward, and I realize he’s about to knot me in the ass. Dean presses up too, his knot popping in, expanding and lighting up every nerve. When Bello knots me from behind, double-knotting me for the first time, I scream around Easton’s cock as another orgasm racks through me on the tail of the first one. It’s so intense I worry I might pass out. Easton comes down my throat and I swallow, gurgle, and lose some out the sides as it dribbles down my chin, all while Dean and Bello finish deep inside me, locked in by their knots so none of their cum can escape.

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Easton

Islowly pull out of Adison’s beautiful, kiss-and-cock-bruised mouth. Her lips are puffy and pink, shiny with the cum she tried to swallow. She slumps onto Dean’s chest and he immediately wraps her up in his arms, resting his cheek on top of her head. He and Bello gently turn her onto her side between them, careful not to tug with their knots.

Once they’re all comfortably on their side, she nuzzles into Dean’s chest and Bello curls around her, kissing her bare shoulder, her neck, the tender spot behind her ear.

Our scents mix in the air. Smoke and paper and basil and Adison’s rose perfume.

I want to join them in the pile, but as the only person who didn’t knot, I also want to make sure my mate’s taken care of. I leave the bed to cross to the en suite bathroom where I find a linen closet and some other care items. I take out a washcloth and run it under warm water. Then I fill a cup with cold water.

When I head back to the bed, my packmates’ knots have gone down. Cum and slick glisten on Adison’s thighs and ass, which has me concentrating on not getting fully hard again. I make my way across the bed to her. Bello sits her up and insists she drinks water while I work the cloth between her legs, cleaning up our mess.

When she’s done with the water, Dean sets it on the nightstand, and I throw the cloth in a corner of the room. We arrange ourselves around her, me between her legs, head on her soft, warm stomach.

“Your heat spikes are getting more frequent,” I say before cringing. I realize that I can sometimes come across as analytical, but I prefer to get straight to the point. Thankfully, Adison never seems to mind. I know I’m falling in love with her for it.

She nods and I go on. “Adison, what did you do for your last biannual heat?” She designated just under a year ago, so there would have only been the one.