Page 141 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

“Do it,” I whisper again, and this time he groans and bites down hard on the juncture of neck and shoulder. The jolt impales me more on his cock, and I come hard, crying out as the pleasure slams into me. I’m not an alpha to be in a rut or an omega in heat, and I feel the cut of his sharp teeth into my flesh keenly.

But the pain feeds into the pleasure, into the bite of his pierced cock inside me, and somehow, it’s all pleasure in the end, the sort that shakes you to the bone.

Has to be something about those scent glands that produces euphoria even in betas, I think dazedly, and if this is so good, I can’t imagine how it must feel for omegas or alphas. It has to blow their minds.

My nails dig into his big shoulders as I ride my release, my heart pounding, my lungs heaving, as the pleasure goes on and on.

It’s not until Ronin lifts his head that the burn in my neck fully registers. But by then, Casey is at my back, kissing my shoulder, two bite-shaped bruises already on his neck, and Zayne is fucking Grey, his mouth red with blood.

I’m sated and still hazy with endorphins both from pain and pleasure, and barely feel it when Ronin pulls out of me, despite all the piercings.

I’m too far gone.

Yet when Casey pushes me forward on all fours, I feel the penetration. Casey isn’t small, just smaller from Ronin, and that’s a relative thing. His cock is thick and long, just perfect. And his teeth on my neck are sharp and the bite sudden, just as he reaches around and finds my clit, making me gasp.

Assault on all fronts,I think, as he thrusts into me while rubbing my clit, his teeth worrying at the bite on my neck, on the exact other side Ronin bit. I can’t summon any coherent thought, my body swaying with his thrusts, every nerve on fire as he strums my clit and rocks harder, faster…

And I fall with a gasp, coming hard, clenching around his cock. He grunts, his mouth still on my skin, his teeth still in my flesh, as he jerks. Then he releases my neck, licks it once like a cat, and draws back. He’s still rock-hard inside me, but pulls his cock out of me and stripes my back with his cum as he finally finds his release.

I’m spent. This marking business is fun, and it’s touching a deep part of me. It makes my eyes burn and sting. The feeling of belonging is so intense tonight that it’s breaking me to pieces. I never realized how much I needed it. How much it means to me.

Then Zayne pulls me against him, my boobs mashed to his hard chest, and says, “My turn.”

And he proceeds to push his cock into me and blow my mind with my strongest release yet, while biting the back of my neck, right beside Casey’s bite, marking me forever.

Pleasure shatters me and builds me up again. I slump against Zayne’s muscular chest, panting for breath, trembling. Happy, elated, and exhausted.

Then something occurs to me and my eyes snap open. “Oh, God!”

“What is it? Are you okay?”

“Yes!”

“Tell me you forgot your contraceptive pill.” Zayne pulls back just enough to grin down at me. “Are we having babies?”

“No, I… Wait, why are you so happy at the thought?”

A shrug of big shoulders. “I like the idea.”

I frown at him and would have laughed at the hope in his eyes, if not for the realization I just had. “No, but I haven’t bitten you! Haven’t marked you like you marked me.”

“Oh, that. Don’t worry, baby. We have all the time in the world. Tomorrow is another day.”

“Yeah, I don’t know why,” Casey says, scooting closer, “but tonight was mostly about you, girl. We have time for you to mark us.”

“There’s something about you,” Ronin adds. “Your scent is like a drug.”

“So sweet,” Grey agrees. “Different from an omega’s scent, yet all sugar.”

Their scents are deep and musky, and now the sexing orgy is over for the moment, drowsiness makes my limbs heavy and my head fuzzy. I lean against Zayne’s solid chest, his arms around me, and relax.

As long as they’re happy and that I get to mark them another night, I’m good.

“You’re mine,” I whisper, snuggling against Zayne. “All of you.”

They are mine as much as I am theirs, and I want them to know it.

“We’re one,” Casey says, and they all gather around us. “One pack. One family. It’s a pact we’re making to care for one another, to love one another.”

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