Page 21 of Prey for Me

He’s never let me before, and this is our first time with Leo. Packs don’t usually do. The leader does, and then when he deems you ready, you get a shot—pack rules, pack hierarchy. But then, I shouldn’t be. We’re not like the other packs. Not now, I discern as our alpha looks at me like I hit my head. Grace isn’t just a fling to sate our rut. She’s Nakoa’swife.At least, she thinksshe is, since he deceived her. And when has a pack leader kept the pack’s queen all to himself?

“Well, I doubt she wants two alpha knots after you wrecked her like that,” I whisper, not trying to sound humble, just refusing to accept reality. “I should…”

I drift off as he glares at me, and then inclines his head to Leo’s who looks like he’s dying on the ground, still trying to get his balls to empty that won’t be sated until he’s allowed to fuck.

“Weare a pack, and she isourmate,” he says, and I just nod. “Now fuck her where it counts.”

“Fine, I’ll fuck her senseless. But she will never be my mate,” I grit out, and he sneers at me.

“Just you wait. You’ll be eating those words soon enough,” he murmurs, chest heaving, while I seethe in silence.

I arrange Grace back on the ground, with her legs spread over my waist. I know it would be better to do this in a nest, but it’s not like we can turn back time now. I hope her back can take it. She only has a bandage on her hand and feet right now, but I know she’s hurting. At least I can soothe the ache inside of her for now. I don’t waste time, driving my cock into her with abandon. Somewhere along the way, Leo and Nakoa drop down beside me.

“Leo, pay attention to both breasts this time, you dumb bastard. You’re going to suck her nipple off,” Nakoa chides. But I don’t want that. Just for a moment, I want to pretend I have her all to myself.

Grace melts into my arms as I lean over to hold her, magnificent breasts smashed against my chest, as I dig my nails into her round, soft ass. I rock back on my heels, and bounce her on my dick. I take her just as roughly, maybe more so than Nakoa, keeping a relentless pace so I can cum, get this over with, stop this maddening rut that’s destroying my mind and resolve. I want to focus on that, but my eyes keep wandering to our littlewhite rabbit’s perfectly plump pink lips. She refused Nakoa’s kiss and Leo’s. Would she refuse mine? I laugh, tongue flicking against the cut that will most likely scar my lips. And I’m pleased by this new trophy, this mark of conquest.

Even in the throes of her heat, I wouldn’t put it past her to rip my tongue out if I tried to kiss her. She cut my lip in the warehouse because she jerked so hard, sickened by the thought of kissing me. I suppose I’m a deviant because the thought turns me on. I felt a sick thrill when her blunt canines scraped my bottom lip, as if she were marking me. How good would I feel if she dug her teeth into my lips when I crushed her lips against mine, even if she resented it and me?

Damn it!Just the thought is like shooting up a drug. The ecstasy I feel is indescribable.

I pump inside of my omega with short, controlled thrusts now, trying to stretch out the high as long as I can before I fuck her hard and deep, knot her, and find my release. But it’s too late for that. My first knot swells, locking us into place. I pant hard, unable to keep the majority of my weight off of her as I fall back to the ground. I only have the top half of my knotted cock inside of her, but it’s more than enough. She doesn’t seem to mind the pressure, smiling up at me with hazy eyes. I wonder if she’s seeing me at all.

I kiss her forehead, thankful she seems happy with this arrangement for now. Grace kneads my lower back, and then my ass, whispering, “More…”

What an insatiablewhore.A gift, really, for an unbonded pack starved for an omega’s touch for so very long. I wish I had more to shoot inside of her, but I can feel that my balls are finally running on empty, and I know Leo won’t last another second.

“Move, please,” he grits out, seconds after I finally slip out, and I roll over so he can take her.

He’s inside her by the time I blink. And since she’s so stretched and slick already, and Leo’s been oh so patient, I’m certain his knot is already swollen by the way Grace groans and whimpers with each thrust, since taking a knotting cock’s thrust can be torturous. But she seems to love it! I can see it, staring into her eyes as she takes him. She clutches his scarred shoulders, but is looking at me. She breaks eye contact only long enough to kiss Leo’s freckled shoulder blade, urging the youngest alpha in our pack to fuck her harder and deeper, telling him don’t stop, over and over again like a mantra.

I’m the one to tear my eyes away after she looks back at me. They say comparison is the theft of joy. Well, whoever came up with that saying didn’t lie. She didn’t do anything like that with me. She wanted me to use her, maybe, pussy clenching, clawing my back, but otherwise silent as she took my dick. But in the unguarded parts of her heat-stricken mind, Gracebeggedfor Leo’s cock and she obeyed Nakoa’s orders happily.

Not me. What did I expect? Nothing less. So why am I so unsettled? Who sounds like a whiny bitch now?

“Good boy,” Nakoa says, startling me out of my dark and disturbed musings.

He settles behind Leo, leaning against his back, one hand on his bucking hips, and the other tossed over his shoulder. I wonder if he hasn’t had enough yet? Nakoa whispers something into Leo’s ear, who whines low in his throat.

Nakoa’s always babied the psychotic bastard, I think, stroking my now rock hard cock.How the hell am I still hard? When will my rut stop? It’s like I haven’t even come!

“That’s it. Harder. Make sure you knot her where you belong, Leo. But you have to last to do that, don’t you? So slow down before you cum,” he says, coaching him through it. The fuck? And then it dawns on me.

I laugh, and the sound is choppy because I haven’t laughed this hard in ages. It slowly transforms into a deep, guttural sound that fills my belly with warmth.

This bastard ain’t never fucked anything but his hand his entire life. He’s fucked some dolls we’ve found, and wasn’t apart of our pack until this year. Maybe he’s toyed with a beta behind our backs. But I doubt it. Grace is his first, and being that he’s so stupidly loyal, even to a woman who obviously wants to kill us, she’ll be Leo’s last.

“A-Am I doing it wrong?” Leo asks, his voice breaking as if he’s about to cry. “She’s not moaning like she was with y’all.”

My hand stills on my cock, sitting up, frowning. Guess I’m not the only one measuring myself against my pack. Leo looks over his shoulder at Nakoa, and then at me, desperation etched into his sweaty features.

I frown and reach over to squeeze his shoulder with my non-cumstained hand after I scoot over, “No, you’re doing just fine. She’s cum more than enough. She’s blissed out. It’s an omega thing when they’re in heat. Focus on your pleasure for now.”

I expect Nakoa to disagree, but he doesn’t, leaning on Leo, shifting so he’s flanking his right while I flank his left. I guess because he knows I’m right. Grace isn’t there anymore. She’s in that state that only omegas can reach. I was told it’s like floating in the clouds, your whole body one bundle of raw nerves. Like going feral, but ten times worse. Or, should I say, better. She’s not unlike the sex dolls Leo’s fucked in the past, and I guess that’s unsettling him.

“Princess! I-I’ll get better. I promise. But I can’t… I can’t…”

He covers her body, clawing the dirt. Something makes a spurting sound, and I think we’ve finally made her pop. Too much cum in her pussy, and it’s all being forced out by her third knot. I have to give it to Grace. She may be daddy’s little omegaprincess, but she sure knows how to take dick like an alpha queen.

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