Page 20 of Prey for Me

It’s an order I gladly follow, surprised by my old nickname. He hasn’t called me that since I was named his second-in-command nearly three years ago. I guess her scent really is doing him in.

“Move,” I order Leo, who does so reluctantly. I take my place above her, brace myself on Nakoa’s shoulder, and sink my cock into her mouth.

I know my balls are blocking her nostrils, and my swollen shaft is filling her throat nearly airtight like it did before. But this time, the pleasure is better than it was at the warehouse, spitroasting Grace while she lies on her back as she’s forced to take us. I know I shouldn’t be enjoying this in the way that I am. I should be punishing this bitch’s lying mouth, which locked me in chains that dragged me straight into hell. But the pleasure I feel racing up my spine at her pain-stricken whimpers laced with pleasure is undeniable.

Lust? Rut induced longing? Who cares? All that matters now is that she’smine.The thought sends me over the edge as Iram my cock deeper into her eager throat. I don’t last nearly long enough, cumming, groaning, and pulling out to the sound of a slick pop. I roll to my side, and then flip onto my ass, arms draped over my knees as I watch Nakoa hug Grace and lift her up. He holds her there for a moment, in his embrace, their breaths tangled, soaked hair clinging to each other’s skin. Then he drags her off his cock to a flood of slick rolling down her thighs. I shudder as Nakoa puts her on the ground, then spins her around so her pillowy ass is against him.

Ah, now he’s going to go to town,I think, as he scoops her off the ground like she weighs nothing.

As she squirms, Nakoa hooks his arms under her knees and then laces his hands behind her head before she can stop him.As ifshe could stop him. He holds her suspended in mid-air, hunched over, a tight ball in his arms made for his pleasure. He rubs his cocks against her swollen slit, moaning before he plunges inside grunting, “Mine!”

Guess blocking her moans didn’t stop the switch from flipping on going feral. Not completely, anyway,I think and chuckle.

“Aahhh!” she yells as he stands up a little taller.

“You can have a taste,” Nakoa murmurs to Leo, before ramming Grace with enough force that her surprisingly large breasts bounce and slap against her chest, her ass shaking with each pounding slap of his hips.

Leo crawls to them, stumbling, left out too long from the feast, as he takes his place in front and dives in. It’s hard for him to lick or suck for shit seeing as Nakoa is impaling her, and Grace is doubled over, but he does his best. I wait for Nakoa to claim her, as his knot slips inside and she squeals. He’s knotting Grace now, still moving but not for long. But…

He doesn’t! To my shock and awe, he’s not leaving a mating mark. His eyes are too soft, his movements too restraineddespite what must feel like a brutal pace. And when his canines sink into her neck, I know for a fact his mark will fade.

Why?

Again, I don’t have answers, only a throbbing ache between my ears and my legs.

“Punish her pussy already, alpha. Stop being so gentle and knot her before I snap,” I bark but there’s no bite left in me.

Leo abandons his efforts as a lapdog and stands, instead attempting to kiss her, I guess. I know that angle is murder on his back, bent over and pecking at Grace’s head, chin, and face. He’s ignored, seeing as she’s busy having her pussy torn into pieces. So, defeated, Leo plops down on the ground and jerks himself until he aches. I know because I’m doing the same thing. Nakoa is still biting her nape, dead center, and soon, is unable to shift much from that awkward position. The pitfalls of going semi-feral mid-rut.

“At least let me see her tits so I can knot my hand,” Leo whines and I can’t help but laugh, my hand halting on my shaft.

Leo’s a tit guy, and I guess you can call me an ass man, though I don’t have access to it right now. And Nakoa? Well, I muse as he holds her in a vice-like grip, he’s a Grace guy. He only wants her, needs her like air, high off the drug that is her scent and her dry release coating his tongue, lips, and cheeks after he devoured his fingers that fucked her first.

First…

I shake the new surge of jealousy away. I guess I’m becoming addicted to this beautiful bitch in heat too. It’s the only thing that can explain my reaction to any of this when I was the one who face fucked her first.

“Grace,” Nakoa whispers as his canines retract, and he licks the pinpricks of blood left behind so fast I barely catch it.

Blood.

Blood doesn’t leak out from a mating mark. What is Nakoa playing at?

Our alpha releases the omega’s head first, arms now hugging the back of her knees, her legs dangling over his forearms, Grace’s head limp on her kneecaps. They stay there for a while, still in a tightly wound ball. I’m sure Nakoa’s spine will snap after a while. He seems to loosen up enough to take a risk. He releases one of her toned legs, then the next, before circling her waist to keep Grace from collapsing. Thankfully, his cock also helps keep her in place as they both stand. Nakoa sucks on the back of her neck where he’s left his false mark and holds firm, slightly knotted, whispering praises.

He can fool Leo, but not me. There’s no way he just left a true mating mark, despite the impression of the bite that’ll remain for a few weeks.

So why lead her on?

I vault up and pace, unable to cum, and after a tortuous wait, his cock slips out of Grace as so much cum and slick drips down her thighs I wonder if he’s filled every inch of her womb.

“Don’t,” he orders, as I snatch her away and turn her so her ass is pressed to my dick.

“Alpha, be merciful. Leo and I have been patient,” I growl back, hating that I have to beg.

“...You want to tear her ass apart when she has a slick pussy ready to be fucked?” he asks and I’m startled by the response.

“What?” I ask, never thinking he’d allow usallto knot her so soon. Maybe her ass, yeah. But not her pussy.

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