Page 54 of Tamed Wolf

I press myself more into him, showing him with my body that I don't want to move. During my heat, I know they enjoyed themselves, but I know that they were doing it because I needed it, not because they felt free to give themselves to me. But the way Brooks is holding me and touching me and kissing me now is very different. He's pressing me between himself and Blake, and the thought of taking more than them at once has my chest flushing with heat.

“Both of you together,” I demand as I twist my head to Blake to kiss him as well. And to make sure they know I haven't forgotten that there is in fact a third replica of them, I reach out to Beckett and put my hands on him, greedily running over his shoulders until I feel ready to pull away from my kiss with Blake.

I should be sore and exhausted and wanting nothing to do with sex, but I need this proof that when I’m completely sober, they’re just as intoxicating. I want to be selfish for once in my life. I want to feel adored, wanted. I want to feel like I’m somebody worthy of connection.

I don't have to do any of the work of removing my clothing, their hands are steady as they pull off my borrowed clothing, smoothing my freshly cleaned hair away from my face they start to twist themselves in different ways so that I can touch all of them at once.

“Before this goes any further, Lark, I want to reassure you that none of us are going to bite you. Not yet, that is. This isn't for that. You are going to make the decision when and if you want that from us, alright?”

I nod in response to Beckett’s statement as I continue to be ravished by his brothers. The way Brooks is touching me makes me feel completely sensual, and then I can feel the rougher touch of Blake as he works his hands between my legs, feeling the parts of me he's learned so well over the last few days.

I gasp out loud when I’m lifted and sat on a very bare and exposed Blake, not realizing he was ready for me; but Brooks doesn't waste any time using that to his advantage. He does a sneaky move that has Blake laying on the couch, me continuing to be impaled by him with my back facing his front. I'm sitting up, giving Brooks ample room to straddle his brother with a moderate apology. Brooks' fingers begin to probe my backside, stretching a part of me I've never enjoyed having touched. Sure, Ivan and Trevor took that from me as well, but it was just one more thing that was painful and something to get through instead of being enjoyed.

I find that the slow gentle touches Brooks is offering me takes all of the sting away though, igniting the nerve endings and making the heat within my body raise several degrees in anticipation.

He stretches me so swiftly, so efficiently, that I find myself leaning forward across Blake's legs to grant Brooks better access. And weirdly, my mouth opens of its own accord, silently begging Beckett to fill my mouth as well.

Convenient that there're three holes on my body and three of them to plug them.

“Never seen anything so perfect,” Brooks murmurs as he starts gathering slick from my body to coat the easing of his passage. The rate at which I'm leaking slick for them means there's zero friction when he starts pressing himself into me, making me burn in such a concentrated way that I have to pull away from Beckett so I can moan.

“And fuck if I don’t want to be where you are right now,” Beckett says under his breath to his brother that’s filling me so beautifully. “Fuck it. I need to see.” He moves himself, stepping off the couch to get behind my shoulders where Brooks is gently pushing me down against Blake's legs, moving himself slowly further into my body and making it feel completely at capacity in the best way possible.

Beckett disappears for just a moment and comes back with a bottle of lube, dripping it all over his brother so the entry is even better. It's pure slide now as he starts to push into me more, working himself into me and rubbing against his brother through my body.

My mouth feels empty though, and I'm turning my head, seeking out Beckett again.

Never one to disappoint me, he knows exactly what I want. “Good girl,” he says as he slides himself against my tongue. “Taking your three mates so well, aren't you?”

I whimper when he calls himself that, loving the way it sounds coming out of his mouth, directed at me.

“You liked that baby, didn't you? You like when we call you our mate?”

I nod even as he's lodged in my throat, swallowing around him as he pushes as deep into my mouth as he can go, completely cutting off my air supply. Who needs oxygen though when you have glorious dick?

“Gods, the way your throat is just taking me so damn well. You look so beautiful with your lips wrapped around me, Lark. Perfect fucking woman for us.”

I get lost in their sweet words, letting them use my body as they continue to praise me. My orgasm sneaks up on me so fast I don't even have time to scream before another one piles on right next to it.

For the first time in my life, I'm in a situation where I'm lucid enough and relaxed enough to not understand if I'm experiencing one extraordinarily long orgasm, or a chain of them separated by the tiniest of breaks.

I use the hips I've perfected to ride the two alphas underneath me, working myself onto them, moving fluidly, then I'm tasting the delicious salty precum slowly dripping into my mouth from Beckett. His hand in my hair is gripping tighter, and I know he's getting close. If they're going to offer me everything I've ever wanted on a silver platter, then maybe it's time to blow their minds. Just a little.

I pull off of Beckett enough to get a good breath and regulate my breathing, making eye contact with him as I pull away from all three men. I'm hovering right above Brooks and Blake, my lips just millimeters away from Beckett.

Keeping eye contact with the alpha in front of me, I let the two alphas under me back inside my body, pushing and pushing incessantly until their knots are flush against my body. Only then do I take Beckett back into my mouth, easing him down my throat. With a fortifying inhale of air, I use the core muscles the good goddess gave me, pushing my body down and getting not one, but two alpha’s knots wedged inside of my body at the same time.

It's impossible, really, and I know my ass is going to hurt like crazy later, but the way they're pushing on every single nerve ending inside of me has me gushing all over them, screaming as I force Beckett even farther down my throat, getting his massive knot behind my teeth and locking it in place as I try to breathe through my nose.

They all start whimpering at the same time, shaking against me as the overwhelm of sensation overcomes them, crying out my name as I grip onto all three of them, trying to milk them for all they’re worth. My orgasm has me nearly blacking out, but the discomfort and the delicious stretch my body is undergoing keeps me conscious.

I feel the warmth down my throat first, my air supply coming back in a slow trickle through my nose, my body fluttering and clamping around Brooks and Blake, cramping up my entire body in the process.

I'm completely boneless, maybe more so than after my heat by the time my orgasm has fully passed. I wait breathlessly for their knots to deflate, and there's an obscene amount of cum in all the holes they can realistically possess. Even though Beckett shot straight down my throat, somehow my mouth is still full of him.

I make eye contact with Beckett and open my mouth enough to show him, swallowing with intention as I flop sideways on the couch. The squelch my body makes as Brooks and Blake fall out of me would be comical if I hadn't just sucked the life out of all three of them.

“Oh yeah, we're keeping her,” Blake pants as he tries to catch his breath next to me.

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