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At the same moment that William squashes into the cupboard and inserts his ginormous cock into her open mouth, I shoot my load with a loud grunt followed up by my knot expanding and a feral noise ripping from my throat almost painfully.
“So hot,” I rasp. “Fuck, Rayne, fuck.”
She can’t answer me with her mouth full of William’s cock.
She rocks forward as Richard fucks her harder from behind, gripping her hips tightly.
Rayne removes her mouth from Will’s cock just long enough to ask, “How does that feel? Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” he pants. “Fuck, I love your body, Rayne. You do things to me. You make me feel hot and sweaty. You’re gorgeous. Fuck, you’re gorgeous. Jesus. I love you. Fuck, I love you.” His low growl turns to a grunt when he comes inside her arse. Her nipples peak even more, turning to hard pebbles on her sumptuous, creamy mounds.
The silence that falls after he hastily withdraws so he doesn’t knot inside her, is broken only by her deep purr that vibrates out from the bottom of her diaphragm, sending us all into a rabid tailspin and making this a night none of us will ever forget.
ChapterForty-Two
Rayne
I awake from a deep sleep, naked, aching and thirsty. My stomach growls, letting me know I’m also hungry.
“Fuck,” I murmur and open my eyes.
I’m alone in the wardrobe, with a fresh duvet and pillows that the alphas must’ve rolled in before they gave it to me because it smells like all of them.
Smiling, I roll over and wince as both my pussy and my arse complain vigorously at the movement. “Ouch.”
I’m not used to so many dicks in either of my holes. Hopefully this will ease as time goes on.
I fumble around and find my phone leant against the wall on the outside of the wardrobe. “Bless,” I murmur, loving the fact that they care about my stuff not getting broken. Getting to my knees painfully, I flick through it and see that my mum and dad have texted separately, wanting to know if I’m unharmed. Well, that’s debatable. My nipple is stinging, and my arms are bruised and bloody with the bite marks from the alphas last night.
Groaning, I get to my feet and wince as I take a step forward, also cringing from the daylight shining into my gritty, sleep-deprived eyes.
As much fun as I had last night, I’m glad they left me alone to sleep though. If they hadn’t, we would never have stopped, I don’t think. Placing my phone on the bed as I pass, I stagger to the shower and climb in, blasting out hot water even though the day is warm, and my skin is slightly feverish. I curl my back and let the water hit the aches and pains before I turn around and squeak as the scorching water hits the bites, making them burn. After a few sweaty minutes of getting used to it, I pick up the sponge and soap and clean up, grateful that William gave me a bit of a spruce up after we were finished fucking our brains out. He is so sweet and caring for such a giant man. Richard seemed to slot in just fine and everyone was happy and content with the way things went. I’m not sure I can do round two, even though they are still in their rut. I might have to order in a sex doll or something to appease their needs while I heal up. I guess that’s the problem when the alphas are in rut and I’m not in heat. It’s something that has given me clarity on the suppressants. I need to find the men and have a frank conversation about what to do in the next few days. Come off them, or stay on for a few more months? It affects us all now, not just me. It’s only fair that they get their say.
After a few more minutes of the hot water soothing my battered body, I turn the water off and get out, reaching for a towel. My phone is ringing, so I hasten over to the bed and pick it up.
“Rayne?” Daddy’s voice comes down the line.
“Hi, Dad. I’m okay.”
“No, listen…do not under any circumstances leave the house today. None of you. We have started the arrests, but the ripple effect has sent all loose alphas into panic. There is rioting and looting, and a whole bunch of nasty stuff…”
“Where are you?” I interrupt him, going into a panic myself as I hear background noise that sounds suspiciously like rioting and looting.
“Never mind that. Mick, we assume it’s Mick, has told everyone it’s you that’s to blame. You are in danger, Rayne. Promise me you will not set foot outside that house until I tell you it’s okay.”
“O-okay,” I stammer. “I promise. Daddy, be safe.”
“Don’t worry about me. Stay behind locked doors. The police are at breaking point, so they won’t respond in a timely manner if you need help. I’ve texted you a number. Ring it if you need assistance.”
He hangs up before I can say another word.
I quickly check the text and save the number he sent, wondering who it belongs to. Then I flick over to the news page and see that he is not wrong about the rioting.
“Shit,” I mutter, running my hand through my hair. “Fuck.” I need to go and tell the others about this. Tightening the towel around me and shoving the corner into the top to keep it up, I grip my phone and scamper across the room and out to the hallway. The next room down is James’s.
Checking the time, nearing midday, I knock lightly and wait for an answer. When he doesn’t reply, I hover around like a fart in a hot car and then make a decision. I reach out and turn the handle, pushing the door open gently and poking my head around.
“James?” I whisper into the darkened room.
