Chapter Twenty

Kara woke with a startle, a scream a breath from escaping.

Her lower stomach burned, the scars on fire as if the knife were still plunging into her.

She’d dreamed about it, about the look on the man’s face as he’d carved her up.

Wetness tracked down her cheeks, and Kara brushed it away.

She thanked every fucking god there was that she’d gone to bed in her own room instead of with any of the alphas. After Kane had stayed into late into the evening, Kara and the alphas had straightened up.

It had felt domestic and sweet and altogether weird. By that time of night, Kara had been too tired for anything fun. Instead, a few toe-curling kisses had been her goodnights from the alphas, who had each taken their sweet time to offer the affection. Tearing away to crawl into a bed alone had not been high on her list of good ideas, but she had needed the sleep.

Too bad it seemed her own nightmares wouldn’t let that happen, since it was only four a.m. and, with the way her heart pounded, she wasn’t going to be getting back to sleep.

Kara ran her fingers through her hair, trying to erase the ghost sensations that plagued her.

Her leg bounced, the coursing energy overwhelming her moments before she rose. She pulled on workout leggings, a sport bra and a loose tank top. A bit of time on a treadmill and she could outrun those damned dreams.

She should wake the alphas, but then they’d ask. They’d want to know what was wrong, why she was upset, and Kara couldn’t bring herself to voice that.

Every damned day with them they got closer. They saw more of her, they seemed more important and she already felt scraped raw.

So they could sleep while she dealt with this alone.

Kara crept through the living room space after quietly closing her door behind her.

She made it halfway through the room before a rumbled voice startled her. “Going somewhere?”

Kara pressed her hand to her chest, annoyed that she’d not noticed Cullen standing there. Then again, her heart was still pounding so loudly from her dream that she could hardly focus on anything else.

Another door opened and Reese walked out, boxers slung low on his narrow hips, followed lastly by Damon, who wore sweats and a shirt. Sleep sat in their eyes as they squinted against the brightness in the living room.

Kara looked at the floor. “Just thought I’d go to the gym.”

“Without telling anywhere where you were?” Reese’s words were sharp as he shook off the grogginess. “Damn it, Kara, we talked about this.”

The words bubbled inside her, wanting to come out, wanting to explain. Why the hell do I care to tell them anything?

To cut them off, to gain control again when Kara felt like she had none, she crossed her arms. “I’ve gone for a run myself plenty of times. I don’t need a babysitter.” Push them. Do it enough and they’ll back off. People always do.

A soft growl met her words, and she risked a glance up to find it came from Damon, which she supposed should tell her just how much trouble she was in.

Damon cut the sound off, his glasses missing from his face, making him look almost like a stranger. “How many times do we have to do this before you get it?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” Kara bit back. “I’m not asking you for anything.”

That shut Damon up. The coldness in his eyes felt like a lash to her heart.

“It won’t work.” Cullen’s words were soft, an odd thing in his rough voice. “You trying to push us away, it won’t work.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Yeah, you do. It’s always worked before, right? Someone gets too close, you snarl, and they run off. When are you going to figure out that doesn’t work with us? What was the dream about?”

His words drove Kara a step backward. His room was beside hers. Had he heard her wake up? “I didn’t have a dream.”

He lifted his light eyebrow in a look that said he knew she was lying, could read it all over her face. “Look at you, so tense you can’t even pull in a full breath. Have you ever thought that maybe things would get better if you stopped trying to hide it? If you stopped trying to shoulder all this by yourself?”

Which was exactly what she’d done all her life. Even back before it all went to hell, when she’d lived with Kane, she’d never told him anything about her feelings.

Feelings were shit. Feelings didn’t matter. Just stupid signals in your body that get in the way of what you need to do. So Kara had learned to bury them down where it was safest, and any time someone came close enough to get a glimpse of them, she swiped to keep them away.

“What was it about?” Reese asked this time, the frustration with her seeming to have melted away.

“It was nothing. Just a dream. Dreams happen and they don’t mean shit.”

“They do if they send you running,” Reese said.

Kara combed her hair back with her fingers. “It was about when I was attacked, okay? Just a stupid dream about a night that’s long over. See? Unimportant.”

Cullen walked forward, his steps heavy on the hardwood floor of the room. He was slow enough that it heightened all of Kara’s fears, her anxiety.

When he reached her, he slid a hand behind her neck and pulled her against him. His thick arms wrapped around her, and the heat of his body soothed her.

A soft rumble came from his chest, a gentle sound that seemed to steal all that fire she’d had. It was though it told her that all her snarling wouldn’t do a thing to scare them off, and Kara had no idea how to react to that.

She shuddered, then spoke softly. “I remember the knife, how helpless I felt. Nothing I could do, just waiting for them to kill me, for Kane to show up.”

Cullen’s hand was firm against her back as he rubbed circles, and if she didn’t need the touch so badly, she’d have hated it.

“Makes sense why you always want to run,” Reese said from just beside her, having moved closer as well. “You’re always fighting and struggling because you couldn’t then. You don’t want to trust anyone because of what happened then.”

Kara pushed away from Cullen’s chest, needing the space to say what she needed to say. “It wasn’t just then. In my entire life, what has trusting anyone got me? I have struggled for everything I have, fought to get it and keep it. You keep talking about trust, but fuck, when exactly has trusting people ever gotten me something good? Even if I wanted to—and I sure as fuck don’t think I do—I don’t even know how to do it.”

Reese caught Kara’s chin, his fingers strong and sure as he brought her gaze to his. “You trust us, even if you don’t want to. It’s just what goes on in your head that tells you not to, that makes you fight it, that wears you out this fucking bad. You could have crawled into any of our beds after that dream, could have gotten exactly what you wanted, but instead? Instead you tried to run out of the door just to piss us off, just so you didn’t have to worry about trusting us.”

“How could you know what I need when I don’t even know?”

“What you need is easy, hellion. You need to be taught you can trust us. You need to stop trying to hold on to everything so fucking tight that it breaks you. Let us take some of that.”

The idea was so damned tempting. It seemed easy. Let them help. Could she really not feel like this anymore? Not feel crushed beneath the weight of everything she clutched? It was too good to be true, right?

Instead of saying any of that, Kara only met his gaze. “How?”

Reese ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Let us show you. Trust us, just for tonight?”

I need to say no. One night is too dangerous. What if I can’t trust them? What if I can? What if they show me something I can’t live without and then it all falls apart anyway?

Kara leaped, taking the most dangerous step she’d ever taken, and nodded. “Just for tonight.”

What had she gotten herself into?

Reese wished he was religious right then so he could thank whatever fucking gods he needed to.

Kara trembled as she stood there between the three of them, a ball of anxiety and nerves and want for things she didn’t think were possible. They couldn’t fix it all, especially not right then, but damn it, she needed to figure out that trusting the right person wasn’t so bad, and even Reese could admit that for him to think that was some weird joke from fate.

With Kara, all roads led to sex. He didn’t mind, and using that as the way to her figuring out she could rely on them?

Well, it seemed like a damned fun lesson.

Besides, as much as they’d enjoyed Kara, they’d never pushed her. They’d never really let themselves enjoy her as alphas, to take away all her choices, to take her to that place where she couldn’t think beyond their touches.

And he’d wanted nothing more. After how she’d reacted to the spanking, he knew she wanted this.

He exchanged a look with Cullen, who nodded toward Reese’s room. All the beds were the same size, though the more he considered a future the more he figured they’d need to put in a huge fucking bed when they got back home.

Reese nodded and moved his hand to the back of Kara’s neck, his grip tight enough to set the tone as he walked her forward. Cullen went to his own room, no doubt to grab the bag of things he’d picked up days earlier. At home they had plenty of their own toys, but this wasn’t home.

Nothing a stop at a good sex shop couldn’t fix, though.

Damon followed Reese, and that spark in his eyes, the same one he’d had when they’d spanked Kara, said this fulfilled something for him, too.

The more time he spent around the younger alpha, the more he understood him. Damon wasn’t just submissive, but rather wanted to give Kara what she needed. Often that was Damon’s submission, but other times? Other times was this, taking care of her by taking away the control she held so dearly.

Reese released Kara in the room. “Why don’t you get her stripped down.”

Damon didn’t hesitate before he came forward, pulling her tank top up and over her head. His hands skimmed her sides in reverence before tugging down the zipper at the front of her sports bra. He teased his thumbs over her nipples as he removed the bra, leaving her in only her leggings.

And again, Reese was struck by how stunning the girl was. Her blue hair, her striking eyes, the way the black of her leggings cut across her pale skin. Even her scars only added to how attractive he found her, as if they proved her strength, proved everything she’d survived. It made him all the more determined to take away the weight she shouldered, at least for the night.

I’d do it for far longer.

Reese stripped off his boxers as Damon crouched, pulling the fabric of her leggings down her toned legs.

The tremble continued through her, as if being naked reminded her how real this was.

Cullen entered again, bag slung over his shoulder. His lips curled up at the sight of Kara, and Reese understood that reaction.

The smile didn’t seem to reassure Kara, not when her eyes landed on the bag.

Damon stole her attention and any questions he might have had when he licked up the seam of her thighs. With her legs pressed together, he couldn’t get anything too focused, but it seemed enough, because she gasped.

Lovely sound.

Cullen dropped the bag on the corner of the bed, and the zipper was loud in the silent room. He removed items, digging through before setting a few out.

Anxiety seemed to tear through Kara, and if they weren’t careful, she might just call it quits before they even started.

So Reese went behind her, capturing her hair in his fingers and pressing his lips to her racing pulse. “Relax,” he whispered before tracing his other hand down her front. He moved to her cunt, which was still hidden by her closed thighs.

He was determined, though. He snuck two fingers into the crease there, then pulled up. She gasped, the action causing her to spread her thighs just a hair and angle her hips.

Damon dove in without needing directions. He latched his lips around her clit, the attention hard and focused. Perfect. Reese would love to see her worry when Damon tormented her like that.

Even as Cullen set things up on the bed, Kara only writhed against Reese’s grasp. He gripped her hair tightly, baring her throat, and spread her open for Damon’s eager tongue. She rolled her hips and reached back, digging her fingers into Reese’s side for purchase.

When her moan stuttered, when Reese could see the tensing of muscles a split second before she came, Damon backed off.

The denied orgasm sizzled through her and showed in her frustrated growl.

Reese grinned. “If you can still growl, clearly we haven’t gone far enough. When you’re whimpering and begging, that’s when we’ve gone far enough.”

“Ready,” Cullen said.

Reese turned, finding the straps hooked to the frame of the bed. Perfect.

Kara’s gasp said she’d seen them too.

Cullen moved into Kara’s space, his lips so close to hers that he must have brushed them as he spoke. He pressed something into her palm. “You can squeeze this and it means stop. That’s all you get, though. You always want to fight, to keep control, and that’s exactly what we plan to take away. However, if it gets to be too much, if you don’t like it, squeeze that and we’ll let you go. Do you understand?”

Kara nodded, squeezing the ball once so that the high-pitched noise could be heard in the room. Her shoulders dropped a bit at the sound, as if she were relieved. The fact that she didn’t bitch told Reese everything about her fragile state.

Cullen wasted no time, grasping her around the waist and holding her against him before he moved her onto the bed. Reese went to one side of the bed and Damon the other. They captured her thin wrists and used the straps to bind her. Once they were fastened, she pulled at them as if testing the strength.

She wouldn’t be able to break them, and the moment she became aware, her breathing sped. Not fear, and the pink on her chest was a thing of beauty.

Cullen grasped the blindfold and slid it over her eyes, stealing her sight. She twisted around as if she could see something if she tried, but the mask stayed snug.

Damon danced his fingers up and down her arm, gentle strokes as if to remind her the alphas were there even if she couldn’t see them.

Reese reached down to cup her warm breast and tease the pointed nipple that tipped it. “We’re going to enjoy this, hellion. You will too, even if you don’t think so yet. Without being able to see, you’re going to have to just accept whatever we do. You can’t move, can’t do a thing to stop us.”

Her hand tightened on the ball, but she didn’t squeeze it. It was if she had to remind herself she’d wanted this.

As quickly as he started to think they’d actually managed to unsettle her into silence, her wicked tongue came back to life. “First you want me to look at you, now you don’t. Make up your minds.”

Cullen chuckled before picking up yet another item from the bed. The red ball slid between her lips, silencing her before he reached behind her head to fasten the straps of the gag.

That got her struggling. Funny that it wasn’t being bound, but stealing away her voice. Suddenly she had to just accept. “Don’t you look good like this?” Reese smiled before closing his fingers in a pinch around her nipple until she arched up off the bed.

Cullen took one last thing, a set of headphones. “I’m going to take away all your senses but touch. You won’t be able to do anything but feel, nothing but take what we give you.”

A muffled sound came from her gagged mouth as Cullen put the headphones on her, taking away the last of her ability to predict anything. “You good?” Cullen turned a look on Damon, the conversation private since Kara couldn’t hear it.

Damon nodded before swallowing hard. It was easy to read the kid, especially since he didn’t have a deceitful bone in him. He was uneasy, probably unsure about liking it, but that didn’t change that he did like it.

Cullen’s lips curled into that smile of his, the one that softened his features. “Yeah, I can see you’re good. I knew you’d be in for this once you saw it.”

“What’s the plan?”

Reese released the nipple he’d pinched, knowing damn well the most painful part of that—and the best—was when the blood rushed back into the area. “The plan? We’re going to play with this little omega until she can’t even think about trying to keep us at a distance.”

Kara couldn’t see. She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t speak.

Worse? No one did anything at first. After the pressure on her nipple was released, after one of them teased over the sore peak, nothing.

She strained to hear anything, to use all those well-honed senses of hers to figure something out.

She jumped when something stroked along her thigh, something else against her other. She tried to identify the alpha, to figure out who was touching her, but she couldn’t tell anything.

Something closed around her thighs, pulling them wide, spreading her. Cuffs of some sort? Whatever they were, they bound her legs apart just above the knee, so her legs were bent and her cunt was on display.

She felt so vulnerable. A breeze stroked over her drenched and sensitive clit, the orgasm they’d stolen earlier still roaring through her.

The touches were light—a stroke to her right breast, a caress to her cunt that didn’t touch her clit. They drove her mad with the need for more.

Insults and prodding sat on her tongue, the desire to snap, to gain back some of what they’d taken from her, but with the gag she could do nothing. She could only lie there and take it.

And worse? Her pussy pulsed with need. Each touch was a shock to her system, a surprise she couldn’t predict, and yet each one felt good. Each time she tensed, ready for something bad, she was only given pleasure.

Lips latched around one nipple, soft and sweet. Damon? She didn’t know, but the tongue lapped at the pebbled peak until she cried out through the gag. Another tongue traced her other breast, along the outside curve. A scratch of facial hair had her wondering if it was Reese, but she just couldn’t tell.

Fingers danced along her spread thighs, teasing the soft skin there as her muscles jumped beneath the caress. Fingers found her cunt, pressing against the slit before filling her in a slow thrust.

It was all so much. It was too much, yet none of it hurt her. No matter how much she tried to move, no matter the sounds she made, she couldn’t escape the pleasure.

Lips found her clit, which was swollen and desperate. They didn’t latch on like Damon had, instead offering a reverent kiss. The tongue traced around her nub, fingers pulling the hood away, exposing her entirely. She lifted her head from the pillow, but with the blindfold, only darkness met her.

It made each touch so much deeper. She couldn’t try to diminish her reaction as she normally did, couldn’t focus on anything else. They’d taken everything else away.

She clutched the ball they’d given her, an out she knew she could take, so why didn’t she?

As each stroke of theirs turned her defenses to dust, why didn’t she tap out?

The question burned away when those lips between her legs finally locked onto her clit. They sucked hard, and the orgasm she’d not had earlier swallowed her whole.

She could focus on nothing else as her release surged through her, sparks of pleasure dancing in the darkness behind her eyelids. She pulled against the straps that held her, the sensations racing through her, her cunt squeezing down around nothing, the lips on her not stopping at all.

Just when she thought denying her the orgasm was the worst thing they could do, she realized this was torture.

That tongue that lashed her clit kept going, not giving her the slightest reprieve. At the same time, the other two focused their attention on her breasts, but there was too much to pay attention to, too many sensations to filter through her lust-filled mind.

She shook, writhing against the cuffs on her wrists and the ones on her thighs, but no matter what she did, the lips on her were relentless.

Two thick fingers filled her, fucking her hard, curling up to stroke against her G-spot. The second orgasm was harsh, scraping against her as she tensed again, already breathless.

She cried out from behind the gag, wanting to beg but unable to do so. What Reese had said made sense all of a sudden, and she was almost embarrassed by how fast they could get her to that point.

The lips pulled away from her clit, but those thick fingers still stretched her, rotating and sliding through her drenched and sensitive pussy.

The headphones were pulled free, and she expected the blindfold to be removed next.

Instead, Reese’s deep voice from beside her made her jump. “You look good like this, hellion.” An almost kiss pressed against her lips despite the gag. “But if you think we’re done, we’re not even close to it. The thing is, I want to take you entirely.”

She drew her eyebrows together at the statement. Entirely? What did that mean?

The meaning because clear when something slid across her ass.

She responded, an immediate no perched on her lips, but the gag prevented her from saying anything.

Lips teased over her nipple and a stream of air blew across her clit, silencing her.

Reese kept talking. “You sure as fuck enjoyed it when we played with you. I think you know you’ll like it when I’m buried deep inside your tight ass.”

The lips at her breast released after one hard lick. “Are you afraid?” Damon’s voice sent a shiver through her, the sound delicious after not being able to hear anything. It also gave her the first chance to pinpoint each of their positions.

Reese and Damon had been tormenting her breasts while Cullen was beneath her spread thighs.

Kara against tried to talk, the action automatic before she cursed the gag again.

“Squeeze the ball for yes,” Damon whispered. “Are you afraid?”

Yes.

“Afraid it’ll hurt?”

No answer.

He sighed softly, his fingers stroking over her still damp nipple.

Cullen pressed a kiss to her hip. “We asked you to trust us. Have we hurt you yet?”

Not physically, but damn it, she was afraid this was worse. She could handle a little pain, but what they’d done?

Cullen’s tongue traced the line of her hip in a tease. “If you don’t like it, you can stop it anytime. You aren’t ever going to get a thing you want if you aren’t willing to risk some shit, though. So, last time, squeeze that and we’ll let you go.”

Kara shifted on the bed, her own worries pounding against her skull, her hand gripped tight around the ball. Everything inside her screamed to squeeze it.

End this. Now.

She took a deep breath and loosened her grasp.

Reese pressed his lips to her cheek just above the strap of the gag. “Good answer, hellion.”

She wished she was as sure as he was.

When Kara’s body went still, Cullen groaned. This was exactly what he’d wanted, and finally, he’d have it.

He delivered one more punishing lick up her slit, enjoying that high-pitched whine that she let out.

He rose from between her thighs, no matter how much he didn’t really want to move. Only the fact that he’d have more got him going.

They left the headphones off her. He had a feeling she could use a bit of connection there, with how damned nervous she seemed. She probably needed some reassurance.

Fuck, he liked the idea of that. Given her hard-ass attitude most of the time, the thought of actually helping her, of her using him to stay grounded and steady, sank deep into him.

Reese reached above her and undid where the cuffs connected to the straps. If she thought she was free, she was dead wrong.

He sat her up and rehooked them behind her back. She twisted, her breasts pushed forward due to the angle.

Perfect.

Cullen undid the straps at her thighs, releasing them entirely. They weren’t going to need them, given she’d have three alphas more than capable of keeping her still.

He grasped her hips and tugged her closer, then rolled so she was over him. She gasped through the gag when his hard cock pressed against her cunt. The feeling of all that hot wetness against him made him growl with the need to be inside her, to fill her so deeply she’d never forget them.

He pulled her as he scooted back until he leaned against the headboard. Her breasts pressed to the flat planes of his pecs, the hard nipples yet another sign of how much she wanted it.

She had no control. She couldn’t move, couldn’t help as Cullen shifted her around. She had to rely on Cullen to not let her fall, since she couldn’t even see.

And what he did with that was try to teach her that that she could trust them. Maybe by the end of this, when she was breathless and sated and boneless with exhaustion, she’d realize she didn’t need to keep them at a distance.

He huffed as he realized even he didn’t really believe that. Life with Kara would forever be tearing down the walls she put up. And when Cullen used his grasp on her waist to lift her, when he sank deep into her tight cunt, he thought it might just be worth teaching her it over and over.

She arched and inhaled as he stretched her cunt. The grip of it was the closest thing to heaven he was pretty sure he’d ever get. Reese moved in behind her, using his hands to guide her down onto Cullen’s shaft.

The bed dipped beneath Damon’s weight, and he caught Kara’s chin and brought her face toward him. He rested his forehead on hers, the action sweet, and she responded with a slight nuzzle against him.

Reese took the lube from the bag before he pressed a hand against Kara’s back, forcing her to arch. Cullen kept her still, his length buried deep inside her. It was torturous, to feel her tight around her but not be able to thrust.

Still, he pinned her against him to let Reese work.

Reese’s lubed fingers pressed against her ass, and Cullen let himself peer over her shoulder to watch, enthralled by the sight. Reese was careful but sure as he slid one finger into her. The sensation teased Cullen’s cock, and he groaned at the thought of how she must be feeling, caught between them and so fully taken over.

Damon reached behind her and undid the straps of the gag. Part of Cullen wanted it to stay in place. He’d sort of enjoyed the honesty she had when they took away her words, when she couldn’t wield them like weapons.

Damon was still the nice one, though.

Of course, the gasping moan she released when Reese moved up to two fingers was worth giving her her voice back.

As soon as she let it out, Damon swallowed it down when he pulled her into a kiss.

Reese took the distraction as he stretched her, getting her ready to take his cock. Cullen kept her still, watching Reese, enjoying the way Kara’s body writhed against him.

It didn’t take long before Reese withdrew his fingers. He added more lube and stroked some over his shaft before trading a grin with Cullen.

Reese used one hand to spread her open, then pressed the head of his cock against her.

They all froze, with Damon breaking the kiss. Kara’s panting breaths filled the space, and Cullen felt even more sure.

This was worth fighting for. This was worth having, worth keeping.

This was a future he wanted.

The press of Reese’s cock to Kara’s ass felt like an epiphany, like a moment in time. She had a choice. Would she give up that last scrap of control?

Kara relaxed against Cullen’s chest, surrendering to them, to this, to the thing she’d fought so hard against.

If they broke her heart after this, she had no idea how she’d pick herself back up. Still, that fear was finally not enough to resist it. She couldn’t hold it back anymore, couldn’t pretend she didn’t want this.

Reese pressed into her, the burn of his thick cock enough to draw whimpers from her.

Damon kissed her even though she didn’t return it, the tiny acts of affection like praise that told her she could handle it.

And she let herself believe it. She let herself accept it, gave herself the chance to believe him.

Reese leaned forward and played his lips against her shoulder blade as he kept moving closer, kept sliding into her.

It took her breath away, each inch he forced her to take, especially with how full she already felt. Cullen’s cock twitched inside her, his groans close to her ear as her cunt tensed around him.

“Fuck,” Reese growled out. “You’re so tight. I can’t believe how good you look taking me.”

Kara opened her mouth, wanting to snipe, but Damon chose that moment to nip her. The sting in her bottom lip only melted into yet another caress, sharp and passionate.

Finally, when Kara was sure she couldn’t take any more, when she was ready to tap out, Reese’s body pressed against hers. It meant she’d taken him all, and she could only whine at the way it felt.

Reese’s lips danced over her shoulder, Damon still offering kisses to her that were grounding. She twisted her hands, wrists cuffed behind her, pinned between all the bulk of the alphas.

And she felt…happy.

It struck her so fast, she didn’t have time to freak out, but she felt content. She didn’t need to yank, to fight, to bare her teeth and struggle. Instead, she just was. The coaxing softness of Damon’s lips soaked into her, sweet and gentle. Cullen’s strong, hard body pressed to her front, flattening her breasts and offering stability she’d never had. Reese blanketed her from behind, scraping his teeth over her shoulder, his large hands on her hips.

All of it was perfect.

“Stop thinking,” Reese whispered before he tightened his grip on her and pulled back, then thrust deep into her. It was the first real time he’d filled her, and the hard thrust stole her breath. The tail end of her gasp melted into a moan that surprised even her.

His chuckle said he’d caught it, and she should have known he wouldn’t ever let her live it down. Instead, he repeated the movement, pressing her farther against Cullen to angle her.

The darkness of the blindfold let her focus on the feeling of Reese, especially because each of his thrusts made her move on Cullen’s cock.

As Reese fucked her, hard and deep, Kara gave in. She gave in to them, to the craziness, to it all. Fuck all the nonsense in her head, fuck her fears.

She didn’t feel broken for once. She was there with them, just an omega with three alphas she wanted more than anything.

The alphas’ growls said they were close, and Cullen had started to lift his hips, sinking even deeper into her.

That was good, because each stroke of Cullen’s pelvis against her clit drew her closer to another orgasm, despite how tired her body already was.

Reese sank deep, digging his fingers into her as he came. The stretch of her body when Cullen slammed home and his knot grew, locking into place, told her Cullen had found his end as well.

A hand slid around her neck when Reese pulled free and tugged her down. Her body bent forward, tugging against Cullen’s thick knot, when she found the blunt head of a cock pressed to her lips.

Damon. He didn’t wait, didn’t ask, and instead slid deep into her mouth. His cock was hot and solid against her tongue, filling all her scenes. Without being able to see, with being trapped around like this, Kara lost her fight.

She came, only able to focus on not biting down on Damon’s thick shaft.

A vicious snarl left Cullen when her pussy clenched down, milking his knot, making him spill more into her already full cunt.

Hot seed touched her tongue, and it set Kara’s body off again, another wave of pleasure crashing over her.

Damon pulled his cock free, and Kara swallowed his cum, burning a path down her throat as she recovered, exhausted and more sated than she remembered ever being.

Reese undid her binds and Damon took off the blindfold. The darkness of the room wasn’t harsh against her eyes, though she whined when—once Cullen could pull free of her—they cleaned her up.

An hour later, Kara curled against Reese’s chest, Damon behind her and Cullen in the chair to the side after saying he couldn’t sleep. That hadn’t stopped him from dozing off, a book forgotten in his lap as if he were watching over them.

Kara stared at the alphas—her alphas—and the truth struck her.

Maybe it was how raw she felt after the sex, after giving in to them, after trusting them entirely and coming out the other side unscathed.

She trusted them. She might even need them.

They actually had a future, and Kara wanted it more than anything.