Chapter 47 SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 5
SOLD TO THE SEX ALPHAS 5
MADELINE
Lucien was already buried deep inside me, stretching me so wide I thought I’d break. Every thrust made my body quake, each one deeper, harder, more consuming than the last. His cock filled me completely, dragging against places inside me I never knew existed.
“You're taking me so good, little lamb,” Gareth growled, his grip fisted in my hair, his cock still lodged deep in my throat. My lips stretched wide around him, choking and drooling as he used me.
Lucien’s hips snapped harder, ruthlessly pounding into me. His voice sharp, and rasped. “You’ll take both of us. You’ll stretch until you can't anymore… and you'll beg for more.”
My tears soaked my face as my cunt clenched, terrified of how impossible it seemed. But my slick betrayed me—dripping, greedy, making a mess as if my body craved what my mind screamed against.
My thighs trembled, weak and open beneath them, but when I tried to shift, Gareth’s grip tightened on my wrists, still bound with his tie. My body was no longer mine.
“You don’t come again until we say so,” Lucien warned, his voice low, vibrating through my bones.
A soft whimper escaped me. I was already aching, strung out and raw from everything they’d done, and the thought of being denied again made my chest twist with desperation.
“You’ll wait,” Gareth said simply, his tone final. “Because your pleasure belongs to us now.”
Lucien lowered his head until his mouth brushed my neck. At first it was just the heat of his breath, then the scrape of his teeth. It was too sharp, blunt and deliberate. I froze, a jolt of fear shooting through me.
And then he bit me.
It wasn’t gentle. A sharp sting cut through my skin, deep enough to make me gasp, almost cry out, but then a dizzying rush followed, flooding me with heat. My body arched against him as though pulled by invisible strings. Pleasure and pain twisted together until I couldn’t tell them apart.
“What—what are you doing to me?” My voice broke, but neither of them answered.
Gareth’s mouth followed, sinking against the other side of my throat. Two sets of teeth, sharp and unrelenting, pinning me in place as though I were nothing but prey. My pulse hammered wildly. I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe, could only drown in the strange ecstasy clawing through me.
By the time they pulled back, I was marked, my skin throbbing where their mouths had been.
“You’re ours now,” Lucien growled, his voice raw. “Claimed.”
Before I could even process it, Lucien pushed in harder, his cock pounding deeper and faster. Driving me insane. I whimpered, shaking my head. “It’s too much—”
My muffled sobs vibrated around Gareth’s length, earning a guttural moan from him. He pushed deeper, the blunt head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. “That’s right, lamb,” he rasped, his voice strained with control. “Gag on Daddy’s cock while your sweet little pussy milks my brother.”
I moaned, the sound broken and humiliating. My body betrayed me, clenching greedily around Lucien, my throat swallowing around Gareth.
And then—Lucien slowed. He pulled out just enough to make me whimper, only to grind back in, deeper, harder. Gareth shifted too, his cock sliding free from my lips. His hand wrapped around my jaw, smearing my mouth with his slick arousal.
“Ready to take us both, lamb?” His words were dark, dangerous, heavy with promise.
I froze, eyes wide, the meaning hitting me like ice. “N–No—I can’t—I’ll break—”
“Yes, you can,” Lucien snarled, pulling me up against his chest, his cock still buried inside me. “You’ll take us. You’re ours.”
Gareth moved lower, his hands forcing my thighs wider. His cock nudged against my entrance, slick with spit and arousal. The same entrance Lucien's cock was buried in.
Terror shot through me. “Please—please no, not there—”
“Relax, little lamb,” Lucien hissed as he pushed back into my cunt, every inch brutal and overwhelming. “You'll open for my brother too.”
I sobbed against Gareth's chest, tears streaming down my face. His hand cradled the back of my head almost tenderly, even as he slowly pushed his cock into my entrance, stretching me wider.
“Shhh,” he soothed, though his voice was thick with hunger. “We’ll open you up for us. You’ll take us both like a good lamb. And you’ll love it.”
The pressure burned, my body screaming as Gareth pushed slowly, insistently. I cried out, Lucien swallowing the sound with his mouth on mine, kissing me through the pain.
Then the sharp sting of teeth again, what seemed like fangs sinking into my neck, harder this time, dragging me into a haze of heat and ecstasy I couldn’t escape. My body arched, torn between the ache of Gareth forcing his way inside and the overwhelming rush of pleasure their bites ignited in me.
When Gareth finally breached me, I screamed, my entire body convulsing. I was stretched impossibly, completely full, both of their cocks in my pussy, sliding into the last part of me I thought untouchable.
They groaned in unison, raw and feral.
“Perfect,” Lucien snarled, slamming his hips forward. “So tight. Made for us.”
“Ruined for anyone else,” Gareth growled, driving deeper into me, his thrusts syncing with his brother’s.
The slick sounds of our body filled the room. Wet, obscene and arousing.
Pinned, filled, bitten, I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. My body shook violently with every brutal thrust, my skin burning where their teeth had marked me. I wanted to cry, to scream, to beg—but all that came out were broken moans.
They didn’t let me come. Every time my body trembled on the edge, Lucien’s thumb pressed cruelly against my clit—then pulled away. My tears spilled hot and fast, sobs wracking me as they used me, denied me, owned me.
When they finally neared their peak, I felt it. Their cock swelled inside me, their groans rough, their thrusts erratic, and their control fraying.
Lucien bent to my throat again, his teeth grazing the mark he’d left earlier. Gareth mirrored him, his mouth hot at the hollow of my shoulder. For a heartbeat, everything stilled—then both sank their teeth into me at once.
I cried out, a muffled, broken sound, the pain searing, though not as before, but it dragged my body straight into another wave of pleasure.
"Now," Gareth growled against my throat, their mouth still sucking where they'd bitten. "Come with us, lamb. Come for your Daddies."
Their thrusts turned ragged, desperate, cocks swelling inside me until I knew they were close. The weight of their bodies crushed me into the sheets, their mouths hot and sharp against my neck where they’d already marked me.
Then it hit. Lucien groaned, burying himself to the hilt as his cock jerked, spilling hot, thick streams deep inside me. The sudden rush of heat made me clench helplessly around him, milking every drop. Gareth snarled above me, his thrusts erratic, and then he too drove deep, his release flooding me, hotter, heavier, mixing with his brother’s until my body couldn’t hold it.
The sensation was unbearable—two cocks pulsing inside me, filling me past my limit, their cum spilling over, running down my thighs, yet still they ground deeper, forcing it further into me.
That was all it took. My orgasm ripped through me, violent and unstoppable, my pussy spasming, squeezing their cocks as though to keep every drop. I sobbed, broken and trembling, overwhelmed by the heat, the fullness, the mess of it.
I wasn’t just fucked. I was overflowing with them. Marked, ruined, and owned completely. Then, they were on me, kissing and licking every inch of my skin.
"No one else will ever touch this pussy. It's ours now. Marked and filled. Understood?" Gareth growled, still panting.
I nodded, my throat too tight to speak.
"Wor
ds, little lamb." Lucien corrected, his mouth on my breasts.
"Y-Yes Daddies."
"Good girl."