Chapter Four

The world spun, the heat of Levi’s body stolen away despite Emily’s grasping hands.

She found herself in someone’s lap. Maddox. His hands dwarfed her body as he reached around her and worked loose the buttons on her shirt, exposing her skin to the warm air. The lace of her bra came into view, and the sight of both Grant and Levi stripping as they devoured her with their hungry gazes made her hesitate.

Am I crazy? Can I really do this?

Grant paused when he pulled the zipper of his slacks down, his hands preventing her from seeing anything worthwhile. “You sure look nervous, brat. Afraid?”

That shook loose her nerves. Emily wasn’t afraid of anything, and certainly not these three.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, ignoring the way it danced across her bare and sensitive skin. “Yeah, I am. Afraid you won’t live up to all those promises you’ve been making.”

Grant’s laugh was low, telling. He pushed the slacks down, toeing off his shoes, then stepping free of the clothing. He stood back up and—

Holy hell.

Emily sucked in a breath at the sight of his hard cock, especially when he wrapped a hand around it to give himself a slow, teasing stroke. He was long, thick and dark, with a thatch of black hair neatly groomed at his groin.

“Not too disappointed?”

Emily managed to pull her thoughts together just long enough for a little snark. “Well, it’ll have to work.”

“You brat.” His words held no real anger, as though her insult charmed him, before he dropped to his knees in front of her.

The button to her slacks gave under his fingers, and when he grasped the waist of her pants and her panties, she lifted her hips so he could pull them free.

Maddox took that moment to slip a seeking finger beneath the cup of her thin lace bra. He teased her already erect nipple with a touch too light to be fair. Even when Emily pushed her chest out and shimmied, trying to silently beg him for more, he kept the touch soft. “You’ll get what we give you, Em,” rumbled Maddox’s rough and dark voice before he pressed a kiss to her neck.

Meanwhile, Grant had managed to get her shoes, socks, pants and underwear off. Well, isn’t he industrious?

However, when he tried to set his hands on the insides of her knees to push them open, she resisted.

Not because she didn’t want him. Not because she was afraid or needed to stop. Not even because she was just being the brat they called her. Instead, she wanted to know they wanted her. She wanted to know they needed this as bad as she did. After so long with men who didn’t really see her, she needed them to desire her, to want her more than anything else in that moment. She needed that all-consuming passion.

Grant offered a kiss to her knees, then another to where her thighs pressed together. “Seems she’s not going to behave herself. Maddox, a hand?”

Maddox made a pleased sound deep in his chest before releasing her tortured nipple—ignoring her whine of complaint—and wrapped those massive hands around her knees. He pulled her legs apart with little effort, as if she hadn’t resisted him at all. His strength again astounded her and aroused her more than it should have. It left her naked, save for her bra, and completely spread open for anything Grant wanted.

She’d never felt more vulnerable, more out of control. Emily had been able to have control of everything in her life. Money and power had afforded her that. Even when she’d slept with those betas, with whoever she’d wanted, it had always been on her terms. They’d done what she’d said, what she’d demanded, because it had always been her .

This wasn’t her game, though. She could end it, if she wanted, but other than that? Other than a full stop?

She was at the mercy of these three alphas, and the looks on their faces said they planned to enjoy her.

Grant leaned in, slow, as though he enjoyed the hunt, the wait. Maddox kept her legs spread obscenely wide, the strength in his hands making it clear she was going nowhere until he allowed it.

She trembled beneath their touch, beneath their hungry stares, beneath the torturous wait.

“You smell amazing, brat.” Grant paused for an obvious, noisy inhalation, the action bringing a blush to Emily’s cheeks. It was filthy and wrong and yet her moan was startlingly loud when he dragged the tip of his nose up her soaked cunt.

Maddox groaned, and that intimidating cock of his pressed against her back, seated as she was in his lap. It would twitch, like it wanted to make sure it wasn’t forgotten.

Like I could forget that.

Grant took two fingers and made a show of bringing them to his lips. He bathed them with his tongue until they were at least as wet as she was, a silly thing to do since she didn’t need any extra lube. He stroked down her sex, starting just below her clit, avoiding where she really needed his touch, and moving over her slit. The touch was methodical, as though he needed to explore her rather than pleasure her.

Not that it didn’t feel good. It did. Too good, really, and she squirmed in Maddox’s lap. It just wasn’t enough.

Her scalp stung, and her head turned at the urging of someone’s grip in her hair, coming face to face with Levi.

Well, with his thick, hard cock, at least. He kept her still and he lined her lips with the head of his dick, leaving behind a trail of pre-cum, all of it without a word, without asking her.

Emily quickly licked her lips, the confidence of the move as exhilarating as anything else. Levi’s behavior said he knew what she wanted and had no problem giving it to her.

“Come on, Miss Pitch,” Levi said, the proper name so much hotter when he said it as he rubbed his cock against her lips. “Why don’t you make up for all the trouble you’ve been?”

She shuddered at the words, at the way they made her feel helpless and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life. Still, never one to give anyone power, she opened her mouth to snark back, to try to put Levi in his place, to regain her upper hand.

Levi seemed unwilling to hear it, because he used the chance to press deep into her mouth, filling her with his thick, hot cock. His taste and scent surrounded her, everywhere, and yet not nearly enough.

She gave up trying to resist—what good had it done?—so she could slide her tongue around him and tighten her lips.

“Good girl,” Levi praised before using his grip on her hair to keep her still. He gave her no control, not letting her play, and instead rocked his hips forward to fuck shallowly into her waiting mouth.

Grant took that moment to press those two thick fingers into her cunt, the pressure enough for her to gasp, the sound muffled by Levi’s invading cock.

Grant didn’t keep up the teasing, his motions turning purposeful and focused. He leaned down, filling all the space between her thighs, and sought her clit with his determined tongue. He laved it, his fingers fucking her with short and hard strokes, punctuated by a pause when he’d scissor them apart.

Getting her ready? Then again, she’d seen the three men—felt Levi, even—and some getting ready would be good.

The thought of taking them all made her dizzy and excited. The carnal rush of wetness between her legs, the way her pussy tightened down on Grant’s fingers as he plunged them into her all made her feel out of control.

And never safer.

Maddox’s hands remained on her thighs, holding her open for Grant’s punishing licks, but his thumbs rubbed soothing circles there, as if telling her it’d be okay. Not that it helped a damn bit. It didn’t calm her, didn’t make her feel like she’d survive the sensations crashing over her.

She could almost hear that, in his rough and rarely used voice.

“You’ll come for us,” Levi said. “Over and over again. You wanted the three of us? Well, you’ll have us now. We’ll give you everything you can handle and maybe a little more.” He sank deeper into her waiting mouth, far enough that she almost gagged, yet not nearly as far as she wanted him. She wanted to choke on him, to have her nose buried into his rough pubic hair, to feel his fingers against her skull as he took everything from her.

His words, Grant’s tongue and Maddox’s grip all twisted inside her until they snapped any control she had on her own body. She came with a cry, her hands flying out, needing something to hold on to. One grasped Grant’s shoulder, the other Levi’s hip.

Levi was smart enough to pull out before she nipped him by accident, a good call because Emily was beyond being able to pay attention to anything but the energy coursing through her body. Grant kept up with his fingers, making sure that when each wave crashed over her, when her body started to settle, when she thought she could lie back and breathe, it would all rise again.

She writhed, leaning back against Maddox’s broad, hard chest until Grant finally stopped. He ended with one more kiss to her clit, like some promise, then withdrew his fingers from her. The loss went bone deep, and she wanted nothing more than to be filled again, with more, to fall right back into the abyss of sensation they created in her.

Strong hands at her waist lifted her, and others undid the hooks to pull her bra away and free her breasts.

Emily couldn’t keep track of who did what, overwhelmed and blinded by the feelings running rampant inside her. Instead, each touch, each caress melted into the next, creating a storm inside her, drawing her into it.

Lips trailing the column of her throat, a tongue licking over her right nipple, teeth scraping across the point of her hip—it all washed over her. She knelt over a body, her soft lips finding his.

The kiss told her all she needed to know about who it was. Maddox’s cock pressed against her cunt, something she would have worried about before, should have worried about. His blunt head sought entrance, a gentle but unyielding pressure against her sex. The coaxing of hands on her hips—not Maddox’s, though, since his were occupied palming her breasts—had her body lowering.

The sting as he stretched her was delicious. It bordered on pain, and yet she didn’t consider stopping, not for a moment. No, each inch she took made her want the next all the more. His cock delved deeper with each rock of her hips, with the urging of those hands on her waist. When she didn’t know if she could take more, when her pussy felt impossibly full, the press of his body to hers said that he’d seated every hard inch.

She took in a deep breath, trying to relax against the way he filled her, unwilling to let them see the slight struggle. Even then, naked and with Maddox so deep inside her, she wanted her control.

Maddox kneaded her breasts, pulling back to trap the nipple between his strong, calloused fingers. A tug brought her forward, and Emily went willingly, offering him the kiss he wanted.

Would she ever tire of Maddox’s lips? She doubted it. He gave so easily to her, a solid presence both beneath her and inside her.

She rose, his shaft stroking against her inner walls and plunging deep when she sank down on his rigid length again.

It overwhelmed her, the way her body gave in to the hardness of his, how his strength molded her, how he took her over completely.

Hands on her ass grasped her, groping her tightly. “Making Maddox go first is always risky. Some omegas turn right around when they get one good look at his cock.” Grant’s voice dripped with lust before his fingers slid down to where she was stretched open by Maddox’s thick shaft. “You didn’t have much trouble, though, did you?” Lips pressed to her shoulder before teeth nipped the skin there, Grant’s heavy and hard body behind her.

“I’m not a virgin,” she said, trying to keep her tone almost bored despite the slight moan that escaped her. “I’ve had enough betas. Don’t think you’re anything special.” She used the words to steady herself, to try to regain control of herself, her body, her emotions. She told herself over and over again that this was nothing new.

Emily went on instinct, on behaviors and movements honed over the generations before her. She rose, then sank over Maddox, his sizable girth filling her in a way she’d never experienced before. She rolled her hips, causing him to stroke against exactly where she needed while Grant slid his hand around her to reach her clit.

Another hand pried her lips from Maddox no matter how she fought, but replaced them with another set.

The kiss was different, and she opened her eyes to find Levi there. He dragged a finger across her cheek, a slow caress, before kissing her again. His lips were soft, something she didn’t expect given his sharp tongue and lack of humor. Still, when his lips moved against hers, when he tilted her head, it was with far more gentleness than she’d thought him capable of.

The dichotomy of the touches threw her into chaos. Maddox’s thick cock inside her pussy, Grant’s nimble fingers against her clit and Levi’s coaxing lips to hers.

She rested her hands on Maddox’s bare chest, and curled her fingers in as she shattered beneath the unrelenting pleasure.

Levi swallowed her helpless wail at the overwhelming sensations, especially when Maddox released a snarl and the base of his cock began to swell.

When she might have worried, might have even tried to lift away from how he stretched her more, Grant grasped her hips to push her down, the action causing Maddox to knot her, to lock in place behind her pelvic bone. His knot grew, the pressure making a mockery of his dick. Her cunt pulsed again, squeezing down around him, milking his orgasm so he filled her with his hot seed.

Levi didn’t stop the kiss, even when she gasped and cried out. He paid homage to her lips with his, a comforting stability against the unfamiliar width of Maddox inside her. He tasted each sound, swallowing them down and savoring them.

The pressure of Maddox’s knot seared her to the core, burning away what she’d known and replacing it with something new. She’d had sex with so many betas, all people she controlled at the end of the day. It had been her game, her ability to bend people as she wanted.

She didn’t control Maddox, couldn’t control any of the alphas, and their knots just forced home the point. She twisted, the fullness strange and uncomfortable in her exhausted body. All it did was cause his dick to twitch inside her and the swollen base to tug at her stretched pussy lips, an overwhelming example of how trapped she was.

“Try to relax,” Maddox said, voice tense as her cunt squeezed around him.

Try to relax? When it feels like a baseball is lodged inside me?

Maddox spoke as though he’d heard the snarky thought. “You’re made to stretch like this, and I can’t do anything until my knot shrinks. Just try not to tense up, Em, and it’ll feel better.”

She did as he said, tried not to clench around him, tried not to focus on the way her body had never felt fuller, how each breath only made her more aware of where she and Maddox were connected.

It took a moment, but the chaos inside her settled. The pressure in her body remained, but once she’d breathed through it, she found she could tolerate it. She could handle it. Bit by bit, she tried to rebuild that grasp she had on her control.

Grant set a hand to her back, making her arch, pulling a whine from her at the way it sent a fresh wave of pleasure through her. He pressed at her ass with a single, thick finger and she tensed.

Levi broke the kiss. “Have you not done this before?”

“Not at the same time,” she admitted. She’d had anal sex before, but never like that. She’d pressed a beta down below her, lubed him herself, then lowered onto his waiting cock like a toy. Those times she’d taken, but with Grant behind her? He would take, not her. “And not dry,” she added.

Grant’s chuckle made her want to turn and glare, but Levi didn’t relinquish his hold on her cheek, didn’t let her move an inch.

Grant again stroked up the cleft of her ass, then circled her tight ring of muscles with his finger. “I wouldn’t fuck you dry, brat. I might enjoy you a bit uncomfortable, but I don’t want you hurt. You know what we keep in first aid kits? Vaseline. Know what else that’s good for?” He pressed against her, seeking entrance, and sure enough, a slick finger delved in.

Levi didn’t swallow the sound she made, then. No, he let her whine out loud, let them all hear the pathetic sound from her lips. It didn’t hurt, and that was almost worse. It felt good, made her cunt pulse around Maddox’s shaft and made her body light up.

No matter what she did, they kept stealing away her footing. Each time she thought she had control, they proved her wrong.

Grant’s finger plunged into her, aided by the lube, and one became two quickly. “You clearly have done this, because you’re taking me without a problem.”

She did manage a glare that time, though directed at Levi since she couldn’t see the man who mocked her.

A hard slap landed on her backside, and she let out a very unladylike yelp at the sting. “There’s a reason I call you brat. Lucky for you, I’m rather fond of taming brats. Or, maybe not so lucky?” He swatted her again, and she could almost feel Grant’s leer as her ass shook after the hit.

However, even if she wanted to risk a snarky comment—and boy did she ever—he shut her up by pulling his fingers from her. She had only a heartbeat before something much larger was seated against the cleft of her ass.

The hot, thick head of his dick nestled against her like a threat. He rocked his hips, not pushing hard enough to enter her but hard enough to make sure all her attention focused on him, on that one spot where his cock teased and taunted her.

His large hands grasped her hips, but he paused. “Come on, brat, beg me.”

The demand surprised her, given his general easy-going nature. Still, he growled it out, hard and unyielding.

She wouldn’t beg him. There was no way in hell she’d beg him for anything. She was Emily Pitch—

He rocked his hips harder, nearly breaching her, before withdrawing. The action had her squeezing tight around Maddox’s cock, and Levi took the chance to capture a nipple between strong fingers in a firm pinch.

Her mouth dropped open, panting as if the air had become too thin for her to breathe properly.

I won’t beg.

“Come on, now, it’s not that hard. Just try it.” He stroked his palm over the place he’d struck her, causing the skin to burn.

“There’s no way I’m doing that, so you might as well just fuck your own—”

Another slap, and Levi cupped her chin to keep her looking at him. He tightened his fingers on her nipple.

Arguing with an alpha she couldn’t even see stole some of her spark away. Levi’s unflinching gaze, the sting of her ass, the pressure of Grant’s cock, the still thick knot of Maddox’s dick inside her all made her head spin. The three were too much, too overwhelming.

The burning of her skin from where Grant had spanked her was almost as shocking as the action itself. Emily had been spoiled rotten as a child, which meant no one would have ever considered lifting a hand to her. Once an adult, she’d discovered her partners were more worried about what she thought, so they sure as hell weren’t going to spank her like an unruly child. The fact that Grant did so without a second thought seared her to the core.

The thing that pushed her over, however, that had her throwing in the towel was Maddox’s large hand coming to her clit, to brush against the already sore and aching bundle of nerves there. “Just beg, Em, and you’ll get everything you want.”

Her resolve shattered. “Please,” she whispered, gaze locked on Levi even as she spoke to the alpha behind her. “Please fuck my ass.” The plea broke something inside her, freed her from who she thought she had to be, destroyed again that fledging grip she had on her control, on the part of her that she’d used to get her way, that had used men as a tool. This had gone so much deeper than the shallow excuse for sex she’d known before.

Grant grasped her hips again. “See? That wasn’t so hard, brat.” As soon as he offered the nickname, he shoved in. It wasn’t slow, it wasn’t gentle and yet it was perfect. He forced her body to make room for him, and her body damn well did.

She’d never felt so full in her life, with Maddox in her pussy and Grant buried deep inside her ass. She could only breathe through the sensations that washed over her, Maddox’s knot keeping her still in place.

Levi took her lips again, the kiss deeper than before, as if the fact she was being fucked by the other alphas, by his friends, was somehow the best turn-on ever.

Maybe it was.

It seemed to do it for her.

Levi stroked over the nipple he’d been tormenting, soothing the ache there from his pinches. Grant’s strong hands kept her still as he fucked her with hard, short strokes that slammed his pelvis against her sore ass. She didn’t even need to brace herself, the alphas’ grip sure and unshakable. They made sure she didn’t fall, that nothing happened to her by accident, nothing they didn’t want to happen. They fucked her as though she were a toy shared between them, yet they looked out for her, too.

Emily closed her eyes against the feelings, lost in the decadence of the moment, the one that would end too soon. Maddox’s knot had already started to go down, the intense pressure having eased, and Grant’s erratic thrusts said he was close.

Not that it slowed him down. If anything, he fucked her harder as though branding her with each thrust.

Good, she wanted a brand. She wanted to walk away, to get on that plane and have something of them, of this. She needed to look back at it and remember every thrust, every kiss, every touch and every sound.

Grant’s hands tightened until she whimpered at his unshakable grip. He slammed as deep as he could, then held still. His cock jerked inside her as he came, her body so stretched that she could feel each twitch as he filled her. His groan was heady, deep and satisfied. When he withdrew, some of his seed escaped her, and the sudden loss shocked her.

A cry left Emily as Levi lifted her, Maddox’s cock slipping free. The knot at the base had gone down, but not entirely. It meant he spread her cunt even wider as he pulled free, but somehow it only reinforced how empty she felt.

Empty and exhausted. Every muscle taxed and depleted, like she’d done a three-hour cycle class and could happily nap on the floor of the studio.

That didn’t seem likely, however, because as quickly as she was free from Maddox’s cock, she found herself lying flat on her back on the ground.

Why weren’t branches sticking her? It took her a second to realize someone had laid out one of the alpha’s coats. It took a moment longer to recognize the scent. Maddox. Of course, his would be the largest.

It kept her off the twigs and dirt, something she forgot about when hands spread her knees wide and a heavy body came to rest over her.

Lips brushed hers, impossibly gentle. “Miss Pitch, it seems you’ve ended up in quite the mess again.”

Emily pushed at Levi’s shoulder, the name holding more fondness than she’d have expected. “You’re responsible for this mess, bodyguard.”

He reached between them, finding her sore, soaked cunt with his fingers. He played with the mess the other alphas had left behind, rubbing the sticky seed into her like a lotion. “You are a very difficult client.” He pressed his fingers into her as deep as he could. “Though, there are some advantages, I suppose. Are you up for more, or should I give you a rest?”

His fingers reminded her how sore she was, but in the best possible way. Her ass, where Grant had spanked her, burned when it moved against the coat and she ached where he’d fucked her ass.

Part of her would have been more than happy to close her eyes and sleep for a while. She would have loved to hibernate in the warmth and scent of the alphas, with their cum clinging to her, and enjoy the moment of peace, the moment when everything made sense.

Levi’s heavy erection against her thigh woke the other part of her, the omega who wanted all her alphas. She needed it, like some unfulfilled part of her.

Emily grasped his waist, biting her nails into his skin. “You work for me, and I don’t think your work is quite done.”

“I work for your father,” he reminded her.

“I hope this isn’t what you do for him.”

Levi’s eyes narrowed, as though her joke was altogether inappropriate—which, to be fair, it was—but a subtle twitch of his cheek said he might be more charmed than he let on.

The blunt head of his cock nestled against her drenched sex. “Grant might just be right. You are a brat.” He pushed in, a slow but solid thrust. He didn’t need to stop part way, to withdraw and thrust again. Instead, he slid deep into her cunt, taking her in that one unstoppable move, aided by her soaked cunt and the other alphas’ cum.

He was longer than Maddox, but not as thick. The fact was a godsend, really, because she wasn’t sure she could handle her cunt stretching anymore. Even the way Levi took her, with long but careful thrusts, set off her body with tiny fireworks of sensation, some delicious combination of pain and pleasure. They fizzled throughout her, the smoke of her previous orgasms still clouding her body.

Levi set a hand on her thigh and pulled it up and around him. It angled her hips, let him slide deeper into her needy cunt. It also had her whining at the way her overspent body reacted.

“I’ll be fast,” he whispered to her lips.

She didn’t want him to be fast, didn’t want this to end, and yet she also didn’t think her body could take much more.

Levi grasped the back of her neck and slid his tongue past her lips, just before he plunged into her one last time. The swelling of his cock stole her breath, the change testing even the limits Maddox had left. While his shaft might not have been as thick, his knot more than made up for it.

Instead of fighting the feeling, no matter how intense, she tried to enjoy the weight of his body, the scent of the alphas and that perfect moment that would end all too soon.