Chapter Nineteen

The move to Tiffany’s bedroom went in a flash. Kieran had pulled his fingers from her, and while the taste still lingered on his tongue, he missed her heat and wetness.

Still, Marshall had taken her lips in a rough kiss, so Kieran used the short distance to remove his own shirt. A trail of clothing remained as they moved through the living room, down the hallway and into Tiffany’s room.

By the time Marshall lowered her onto the bed, both Kane and Kieran had stripped down. It gave Kieran a moment of pause as he noted the tattoos and scars across Kane. He didn’t know how he’d gotten them, but Kieran recalled the first time he’d seen them. After a job they’d been forced to work together on, Kane had ended up with a knife wound across his chest. He’d pulled his shirt off, showing the tattoos and the scars that the color was intended to hide.

What had happened? Given his age, it had to have happened when he was somewhat young. Hardly an adult, if one at all.

Marshall pulled Kieran’s attention back when he moved off of Tiffany, breaking the kiss despite the omega’s complaints. He shifted away from the bed as he worked off his own clothing.

Kane took Marshall’s place and crawled onto the bed to grasped Tiffany’s hips in his large hands. A pull, and he’d rolled the omega over so she straddled him, her cunt poised above his hard cock.

Kieran huffed a soft laugh at the younger alpha’s impatience. Then again, Kieran had been the only one to knot her. He couldn’t blame Kane for wanting to feel her snug pussy milking his knot.

Tiffany reached between them, her hands small as she grasped Kane’s dick. She rose to her knees as she positioned the blunt head of his cock against her swollen and soaked entrance. She took his length in an easy slide, no hesitation, no worry. Her body swallowed Kane’s cock until they pressed together, and the same lust-filled moan left both of them.

From his angle, Kieran grinned. Tiffany leaned forward, lips straining for Kane’s, begging for a kiss, but that wasn’t what Kieran enjoyed seeing. Instead, he got a perfect view of how stretched Tiffany’s pussy lips were around Kane’s cock and a good look at her ass. He pictured how tight she would be around him, how he’d feel Kane’s dick thrusting into her, how they’d take up every inch of space when he fucked her ass.

They’d own her entirely. Hell, Marshall could press himself past her lips, and they’d fill her in every way possible.

Unable to resist the sight, Kieran moved forward. He positioned his knees on the outside and behind hers, close enough he could feel the heat of her body.

He reached between them, taking the chance to slide his fingers against where Kane was buried deep inside her, feeling the way her cunt pulled tight around his width. Kieran even played there for a moment, teasing, knowing she’d have to stretch even farther when Kane’s knot grew.

A whine left her lips, and Kieran had mercy, moving his fingers from her pussy. He’d gathered her wetness and trailed his fingers away from her cunt until he found her asshole. She went still, and the sound that left her throat was something between a warning and a plea.

Kieran pulled backward and landed a hard slap to her ass. The way it turned pink so quickly was a thing of beauty. “Don’t give me that, girl. You’ll enjoy it.”

Kane chuckled, breathing rough as Tiffany rode him. “She likes to complain, but the last time I shoved my finger into her ass, trust me, she liked it.” Kane’s words broke off for a moment, then a deep growl. “Fucking hell, doll, the way you tighten like that around my dick? You remembering how good it felt?”

Marshall appeared beside Kieran, a small bottle of lube in his hand. Well, wasn’t the doctor always prepared? Kieran took it, then Marshall settled on the bed beside Tiffany and Kane. Marshall wrapped his hand around his dick, stroking himself in slow and teasing motions. It seemed he planned to last a while.

Kieran flipped open the top of the lube with a finger, then drizzled some onto her. Her ass clenched and she pulled forward, but she could go nowhere, not with Kane’s cock so deep inside her, not with Kieran’s heavy body behind her.

Kieran set a hand on her ass, using it to spread her cheeks. He’d bet the sensation of being so displayed was uncomfortable, of having something so private being examined. The way she squirmed said he was right, but each twist of her hips, each time her body tensed and she clenched down, he wanted to do it longer.

Each thing she did challenged him. He wanted to push her until she surrendered, until she gave him everything. Maybe that was why he loved anal, because it was something women only surrendered to someone they trusted. It was something beyond the boundaries of what they thought they wanted, and nothing was more of a turn-on than to be buried inside a woman’s ass, like having some secret part of her.

The thought of having that with Tiffany had his cock leaking, likely onto Kane’s legs. Too bad for him. Sex is hardly a clean business.

Kieran pressed the pad of his thumb directly against her hole. He didn’t tease or coax her into it. He wouldn’t go fast, wouldn’t hurt her, but he wanted her to give in. He added pressure, the slickness of the lube warm between his thumb of her body.

She resisted him, trying to keep him out. Foolish girl.

Kane took that moment to snap his hips up, slamming deep. It made her clench tight, but as soon as she loosened, Kieran pushed his thick thumb into her.

Kieran’s thumb felt huge inside Tiffany, and somehow all her attention remained on that one spot. He didn’t wait, didn’t let her get used to the strange feeling before he pulled it back and forced it deeper. It caused sparks through her, so intense she wasn’t sure if they were good or not.

She rocked her hips, but she could go nowhere. Each movement only made her more aware of how full she was. Kane’s long cock filled her pussy, stroking her walls with each shallow thrust, while Kieran’s thumb fucked her ass in tortuously slow movements. That was who he was, though. He was methodical and steady and unmovable. He showed it as they took her, neither touching her clit.

It meant the sensations tightened inside her, her awareness enough to make her fingers curl against Kane’s chest, her body primed but not satisfied. All she needed was a stroke against her clit and she’d—

A slap to her ass made her tighten, made both Kieran’s thumb and Kane’s dick feel impossibly larger inside her. Kieran’s growling voice told her who’d done it. “You’ve been trouble, omega. I don’t think you’ll get to play with yourself. You’ll have to deal with our playing.”

What? I wasn’t going to— She realized her hand was halfway down between their bodies as if it had a mind of its own.

Tiffany pulled in an unsteady breath, then returned the hand to Kane’s chest.

Kane laughed, low and amused before he stretched, grasping her ass cheeks in each hand. It spread her even wider, and she flushed as she imagined the way she must look, displayed to Kieran, not an inch of her private or secret.

“Well, who knew you could be helpful?” Kieran’s jab lacked they edge from before. Had they worked out their issues?

The question floated away when Kieran withdrew his thumb and something thicker pressed against her ass. She struggled at the pressure, as if struggling had done anything before.

“Relax. It’s just two fingers.”

“See what I mean? Dramatic.” Kane lifted his head to nip at her throat, a playful bite. “Relax or don’t relax. Doubt it’ll stop him.”

Tiffany dropped her head to Kane’s shoulder once he lay flat again. It spread her out over his body and let her try to relax, try to get her body to give in.

“Good girl,” Kieran rumbled from behind her before he added strength to his pressing. Nothing could deny him and that included her, because those two fingers sunk into her ass, filling her more than she’d ever had.

She twisted her head to rest her cheek against Kane’s chest, a broken whine on her lips. To her side, Marshall sat, one leg hanging off the bed, his other knee angled toward them. It gave her a look at his cock, at the way he stroked himself, his palm gripped tight around his length.

“You’re taking them so well,” he praised her. “You look beautiful like that, all flushed and breathless and overwhelmed.”

Marshall’s words soaked into Tiffany, driving her need higher like another set of hands on her. His voice was soft, and his approval reached deeper than even Kane’s cock.

“Fuck, I’ve got to knot her,” Kane shoved out through gritted teeth.

Tiffany ground her hips down, trying to get more of him, trying to tell him yes.

He flexed his hands on her ass, pulling her closer as a growl left Kane’s chest, low and dangerous. His cock twitched, he rolled his hips forward and the telltale pressure of his knot growing sent her over the edge.

Despite having only been knotted once, Tiffany remembered the sensation as if it was already a part of her. The barely-there thrusts of his hips to force the growing bulge inside her, to lock it behind her pelvic bone, teased the primal part of her that knew exactly what she needed.

His knot grew, thickening until he could no longer pull out. It pressed against the sensitive area inside her, against the places made for that. He was thick, thicker than even Kieran, and she whined as her body struggled to accommodate the mass.

Even as she writhed, as she tugged against the knot, against his hold on her, against Kieran’s body, she came again, harder than the first time. She muffled her cry with Kane’s chest, and before she could think about it, bit down on him. The way her teeth closed around the firm muscles of his chest had to hurt, but it was all she could do as he stretched her body and stole her thoughts. Her pussy pulsed around him, lost to the overwhelming pleasure.

Kane didn’t complain. He didn’t shove her away or try to get her to let go. Instead, he gripped the back of her head and pulled her closer, a deeper growl leaving him.

Tiffany released her bite, brushing her lips over the indents she’d left in his skin. She lavished affection on the mark with her tongue and lips.

Even trapped by Kane’s knot, even as her body trembled from the way his cock twitched inside her, the tiny movements as his cum filled her, she tried to relax.

At least, she did until a pressure at her ass brought her back to reality. Kieran had removed his fingers from her, probably when she’d been too distracted by her mind-blowing orgasm, and what pressed against her now were not fingers.

That stole away the ease she’d had, the relaxation. She tensed, flattening her hands against Kane’s chest to rise. “Wait.”

Kieran did, though he didn’t pull away. “You’ll enjoy it.”

“I’m not ready,” she whispered. Even if she’d enjoyed what they’d done so far, that felt too far. She couldn’t stop the swirling in her head that said it would hurt, that said she couldn’t trust him. Would he even listen?

A heartbeat later, he pulled away from her, a chill covering her from the withdrawal. As quickly as it had happened, though, he returned. His weight pressed her down as he fit his hard cock against the crevice of her ass, his hands cupping her cheeks to tighten them around him.

Lube made the glide smooth as he rocked forward and back again. It teased her still sensitive ass and made Kane’s knot tug against her body where it refused to budge.

He brought one hand forward to hold his weight as he leaned over her, caging her between the hardness of his and Kane’s bodies. He caught her ear with his teeth, nipping hard enough to sting. “I’ll give you a pass this time, but trust me, you’ll be begging me to fuck your ass before you know it.”

Tiffany moaned at the friction, at the way his words almost made her ready to try it, to risk it.

A thumb on her cheek had her turning her head. Marshall knelt closer, his hand around his dick, pre-cum beaded at the top and catching the light from the window. He held it toward her like an offer, and Tiffany knew her answer.

She leaned as far as she could, trapped as she was, and flicked her tongue against the slit at the head of Marshall’s length.

Marshall pulled in a ragged breath at the soft stroke of Tiffany’s tentative tongue against his cock.

Sweat lined her brow, her skin flushed and her breathing erratic. She was entirely undone and overwhelmed, pinned between Kane’s and Kieran’s massive bulks.

He’d enjoyed the sight as she’d submitted to the two, the way her lust rose until it crested, until it dragged her under. He was ravenous for her as he stroked himself, and the sensation of his own hand wrapped around his shaft didn’t come close to what he wanted.

He knew how it felt to be buried deep inside her. Her cunt had tightened around him and the base of his cock had tingled as he’d grown desperate to knot her. The cries she’d let out still rang in his ears, needy and wanton.

It had been easier to keep himself under control before he’d experienced the sweetness of her body. Each thing she’d done, each stroke of her body against his only rattled the cage of his alpha side, desperate to have her.

I can do this, he vowed to himself as he leaned closer to let her full, pink lips wrap around the head of his dick. Her lips were soft, giving, and warm against his length. Her seeking tongue traced each detail of his cock, and a moan was her response when another spurt of pre-cum escaped him.

Marshall thrust forward, sliding a hand into her long blonde hair. He used it like a leash, holding her still for him. He didn’t fuck deeply into her mouth because his desire was sated by the act of pinning her.

She was trapped. They hadn’t needed ropes or cuffs or anything but their bodies. She was caged between Kane’s swollen knot, Kieran’s heavy body that still fucked against her ass, and Marshall’s grip in her hair. She couldn’t move, could do nothing but take all they had to give.

And yet none of that frightened her. No stink of fear sat on her, no fearful whines or struggling. Instead, her body responded by her scent increasing, filling the room until he could happily drown in it. He didn’t need air. He only wanted to breathe her in until nothing else existed but her scent and the warmth of her body.

A deep sound left Kieran, his hips snapping forward, each thrust sending Tiffany forward on Marshall’s cock. Marshall chose not to think about why he found that such a turn-on, why knowing the omega who sucked on his dick was knotted by one alpha and had another thrusting against her drove his own need higher, but it did.

He’d been serious when he’d claimed alphas were meant to claim omegas in groups, and his reaction only furthered that belief. Taking Tiffany like that, owning every inch of space, possessing her in every way possible, calmed the beast inside him in a way he’d never experienced before.

A sense of completeness swamped him, especially as Kane shifted his hips up and said, “You’re still so fucking tight around my knot, doll. Fuck, I think you don’t want to let it go, huh? Got a taste and you ain’t giving it up?”

Marshall groaned and held off. Even with the tightening in his balls, the desire to come, to spill onto Tiffany’s tongue and down her young throat, he held off. She was too much, the moment too much. Instinct wanted him to wait, to give her another minute until Kane could pull out, until he could plunge into her soaked pussy so deeply she’d never be free, to knot her and make her his.

A vicious snarl left Marshall’s lips, the sound surprising even him as he forced himself to throw the thought aside. Sure, he’d admitted he’d need to do it eventually. Tiffany wouldn’t accept anything less, wouldn’t be okay with him holding anything back, but that didn’t mean it had to be then.

He was too keyed up, the scents of her and the three alphas too strong for him to grapple his control. So, he forced himself to come, to release into her waiting mouth, to fill it with his thick cum before he had to make a choice about knotting her.

Her eyes fluttered closed on a purr as if the taste was the best thing she’d ever had.

Even as his cock released stream after stream of hot cum, he watched Kieran’s thrusts turn broken and frantic. He pulled back to come, large hands spreading her cheeks so his seed landed directly on her ass. Kieran didn’t wait, though. As soon as the last bit landed, he scooped some with one of his impossibly thick fingers and pressed into her hole.

Tiffany’s mouth opened, but Marshall pressed forward, filling her with more of him even as he had softened.

Kieran used the silence as he gathered more of the stickiness he’d left on her and buried it deep inside her ass. “Next time, girl, I’m going to come inside you. We’re going to fill you up in every hole you have, take you until you’re a crying, cum-filled mess. Until then? Well, I’ll make do like this.”

Even as tired as she was, exhaustion hanging to her features, Kieran’s words had an immediate effect. Tiffany pulled in a breath through her nose, quick and harsh, before she came one last time. It wasn’t the loud, violent thing it had been at first. Had she grown too tired for that? Instead, it ran through her like a weak trickle, her face twisted into lines of something that was too intense to be pleasure.

Marshall pulled his dick from her mouth, since getting bitten wasn’t something he wanted to try. Kieran withdrew his fingers, rubbing his other hand against her ass to help her come down, to assure her they’d finished.

Marshall stroked his fingers through her hair with a gentle touch. “Good job, Tiffany.”

Even though he’d said it for her, it reached more into him. As he stared at her, he couldn’t deny it.

I love her.