Page 41 of Hangman's Knot
"Please let me come," she whimpers.
"Beg me for my bite," he whispers in her ear, then leans back to look at her. He knows he's grinning at her in feral delight, probably looking half crazed as he continues to pump into her. Her eyes flash up to him in a glare, but she obeys.
"P-please, Julius. Please. Bite me. I want to be yours. I need you. I want to be your mate."
Isn't that fucking sweet? Eden was always surpassing all his expectations.
His feral grin fades to a gentler smile, and then he leans close and his eyes flash back at her. That's all the warning he gives her before he starts fucking her in rough, short strokes, battering the front of her sex with the head of his cock.
Her orgasm takes her by surprise as he pounds into her overstimulated pussy, and then he buries his face in her hair and sinks his teeth into that perfect junction where her neck meets her shoulder.
As he tastes her blood, his balls rise up and he fills her with his cum. His body and mind already recognized her as his. And now the rest of the world would know it too. It's that thought that has his cock jumping, emptying everything he has into her.
The bond sparks between them, and he feels her take root in the back of his mind. She fits right in like she's always been there.
He can feel all the love she has flowing into him, making him feel like king of the fucking world.
He barely has time to pull out of her before Tenor and Luke descend, suspending her between them, Luke in the front, Tenor leaning over her back.
Luke maneuvers her hips over him and then presses her down on his length in one smooth slide.
She is still coming from the orgasm he has given her, and Luke thrusts deeply, riding her through it before he begins to thrust up into her in powerful, desperate strokes.
Tenor's cock butts up against her ass, already ready to go again.
"Let me feel her," he says, his voice husky with desire.
They have never been stingy with each other, and they're not about to start now that they have a perfect, responsive, pliant mate between them.
Luke lifts her off his cock, tilting her hips up as if in offering to his pack brother, and then Tenor is thrusting into her in his place from behind. She cries out and he thinks it looks like she comes again, although all he can feel from her is heavy desire as she gets lost in the feel of being sandwiched between two of them.
His pack brothers don't seem to notice or care either way. They're half on the edge of a rut now.
Tenor thrusts madly before he withdraws himself and she whines desperately when she is empty once more.
Then Luke is back inside of her and she looks like she's hanging on for dear life as she clutches his neck and he pounds into her sweet little body. The way her stomach and ass jiggle is damn cute as his pack brothers work her over, her face a picture of pleasure, her loose-limbed body the picture of submission as shelets them do whatever they want to her.
They continue passing her back and forth between them until she is shaking and breathless and making desperate pleading sounds, fucked fully beyond words.
When she comes for a final time, they work seamlessly in tandem, positioning her just so, so that they can place their own bites on her neck.
She lets out the sweetest little wail as they sink their teeth into her neck. And then their pack is complete. He can feel the way Eden weaves through all their bonds, centring and stabilizing them like planets orbiting around their sun.
It's the best protection they can offer her on the outside, he knows. Few people would fuck with an omega who has a pack, let alone one with three bites along her neck. It was a clearstay the fuck off my lawnsign to anyone with a brain.
It settles something deep inside of him to see her with those marks on her skin and know she is theirs. Forever.
Tenor pulls out of her so Luke can sink inside her one last time, emptying his balls into her cute, twitching hole.
Between the bites on her neck and her well-used cunt, Eden immediately slips into an easy sleep in Luke's arms, boneless and dripping with them after being so thoroughly fucked and claimed.
They tuck her into her nest, none of their eyes able to stray away from the red evidence of their claim on her flesh, still trickling blood lightly. Tenor lathes his tongue over his, catching the blood with a grunt that causes her to squirm in her sleep against him.
They can do nothing for the next day except fuck her until their balls start to ache with emptiness and she starts to whine and wince with every thrust. But still she begs them for it, begs themnot to stop, wraps her limbs around them as if she'll never let them go. And then the next day comes, and she leaves them.
Watching her walk out the door away from them, her neck scabbed over with the evidence of their bonds, it feels like watching his arm being ripped off and walking out on him.
He has to fight the urge to reach out, to grab her, tell her not to go, to stay here with them.
