Page 19 of Prey for Me

I shouldn’t want her to listen, to give in, to stroke my alpha ego by obeying me. And yet I do, and I preen as she smiles, high off my praise. High in general, I guess, just as I am. Graces reaches down, threading her lower lips with her fingers, before she parts those slick petals for me. I lick my lips again, and lap up some of her cum and slick before I dive in. She’s overflowing with it.

“Make her come already Raphael. I can’t wait much longer,” Leo says, like I haven’t just started eating her pussy. Impatient little prick. He’s going last. He may just have to knot his hand.

I swirl my tongue against her slit, then lap her up from tip to clit. Grace wraps her legs around my shoulders, and I lift her slightly so I can hit the right spots inside her. The first two fingers slip in without any effort, and I coil them upward, stroking her clenching wall as I toy with her puffy lips, purposely avoiding her clit next. I want her begging, I want her dripping wet, even more so then the explosion of slick and pheromone-laced cum she’s soaked in now. And more than anything, I want to be the one who marks her next.

No!

That’s just my rut whispering nonsense into my mind.

I squeeze a third finger in and move more roughly, denying her the pleasure and the quicker release of having her clit sucked at the same time as I ghost over her sensitive spot with my fingers. I keep at it, adding a fourth finger, and this time, she begs. But not for more, she begs me to stop, that it’s too much as the same time she smashes her clit against my lips. Grace is bucking wildly, demanding I stop teasing her. At this rate, I’ll slip my fist inside her. And she won’t want that, now would she?

So why am I doing all this? Because I don’t want our knots to hurt? Because I know Leo and Nakoa’s and mine are bigger than most alphas?No,of course not, because Nakoa wouldn’t let us in her pussy so soon after him. He’ll knot her, mark her, and we’ll get her ass if we’re lucky. So…

Why! Why? Why!?

I can’t find a good answer to my question, focusing all my efforts on getting her off. And when she falls apart, it’s magnificent, her whole body shaking as she douses my face with her release.

“She smells divine,” Leo coos, but his voice sounds so distant as my blood roars in my veins and my ears.

When she comes down from her high, my fingers are gone, and she’s splayed wide open for the taking. I lay her back down on the ground, lie on my stomach, and press one finger into the tight ring of her asshole. She jerks, not appreciating the intrusion, but she doesn’t run. I keep torturing her clit with my tongue as I push my finger to the knuckle inside her clenching ring, tighter than her pussy by a long shot. When I look at her, up and over the mounds of her breasts, she’s not glaring. Grace seems curious about what I’m doing, and probably how good it’s feeling, too.

Wonderful.

There are three of us, and our omega has three holes. At some point, we’re putting them all to good use. This back-to-back nonsense we’ll have us come to blows, otherwise. She might as well get used to having her second entrance explored, her throat stuffed, and her pussy knotted when she’s so slick and wet. I can introduce her quickly, and later, we’ll take her at the same time. I try to force another finger inside, but she whines, and Leo growls.

“Be gentle,” he murmurs, and I roll my eyes like I didn’t have four fingers shoved inside her pussy moments ago until she squirted in my mouth. If anything, I’m being as gentle as I could ever be, given how raw this rut is for me.

I cock my head to the side, trailing kisses on Grace’s inner thigh, and chuckle when my vision decides to focus. Leo’s on his knees beside me, near her face. He has her panties balled up in his fist, stroking his cock like a madman with them tangled on his shaft. I wouldn’t be surprised if Leo jerks himself so hard he sprains his dick. But I turn away from him and continue with my meal.

This time I rush, using two fingers and focusing on her clit. There should be enough slick and cum so Nakoa can slip inside and knot her without much effort. But I want to be inside her two, so I slowly fight against her ass trying to deny me.

But instead of screaming my name as she comes for a second time in a row, Grace whimpers, “Nakoa, please!”

Jealousy surges in me, and I force it down just as fast as it sprang up. I don’t know why, after all these years, I can’t get over my possessive streak. A pack shares. That’s the whole fucking purpose besides mutual protection. It shouldn’t matter if Nakoa is the one who gets to claim her first. Because soon we…

I shake my head. What the hell is wrong with me? I will never claim a Wilder.Never!

“Switch with me,” Nakoa orders, his voice thick with lust. “She’s cum enough. She’ll take my knot.Now.”

I bow to the command, because I don’t want us to fight. I hate when we fight. I hate feeling like an outcast. But it doesn’t stop the pain that grips me as Nakoa settles between her thighs, where seconds ago, I belonged.

“Alpha?” she croons, and I grind my teeth so hard they ache.

Nakoa strokes her cheek as he guides his erection into her and thrusts fiercely, all in one go, so hard she shouts before melting in a puddle of nonsensical pleas and prayers. The only thing decipherable is the word, “More!”

Our leader presses against her belly with the heel of his hand, and she screams right before Leo cums all over her face for a second time. Grace pants, looking down, and to my surprise, they’re locked. At least I think they’re locked because he doesn’t move. He slid his entireknotinside of her? The fuck? I look down at my fingers, swirling around her drying essence. Maybe I did fuck her open wider than I thought.

“Ssssh, sweet omega. Take my cock so that you can take my knot.Yes!Just like that, do you feel me inside of you?” he whispers, shoving deeper, if that’s even possible, holding himself there with a sigh. His sweet talk would throw me off if my mind wasn’t already half-gone.

I look again, closer this time, and sigh in relief when I notice they aren’t knotted and locked. Not yet, anyway. But he’s so thick I’m sure it feels like it, his knot starting to swell at the base, near his balls. Leo reaches out to palm her breasts as Grace whimpers, hooking her ankles around Nakoa’s hips as he rolls in and out, in and out, like a gentle wave. And to think I thought the bastard would break her. I guess he knows what’s best after all, what to say, what to do, so we–soIwon’t hurt her anymore.

I frown at that. Nakoa shouldn’t have bowed to Grace and he should’ve agreed to my plan. It set them all on edge, and ourpack bows only to displays of utter dominance. So I taught her a lesson to drill that into her head. The hunt wasn’t supposed to go on so long. Grace wasn’t supposed to be that strong. But who am I to question him when, as a result, she’s crying out, bucking her hips to meet his thrusts. And when she’s back to herself, she’ll want to die more than I thought I wanted to kill when I saw her this morning.

Our alpha knows what’s best. She’s coming apart because he’s got her wrapped around his finger, not the other way around.

He leans forward to kiss her, but even in her heat-induced haze, Grace turns away.Again.I take satisfaction in that. She’s not entirely under his control. It’s not just me she hates, even in the throes of her heat. Nakoa is undeterred, looking up at me, flashes of madness back in his steady black gaze.

“Fuck her mouth again, Raphi. Her moans are driving meferal.I can’t afford to lose control.”

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