My cock throbs painfully as I carry Lena through the forest path toward our honeymoon cabin. Her small body is cradled against my chest, the delicate scent of vanilla from her skin making my mouth water with each step.
The weight of her in my arms, knowing she’s mine—our pack’s—to claim properly tonight has my alpha instincts roaring with anticipation.
My erection swings heavily between my legs as I walk.
“This place is beautiful, Damon,” she breathes, her eyes widening as she takes in the surrounding woods and the rustic cabin that appears through the trees.
I can barely focus on the scenery.
All I see is her- my omega, my wife, mine to claim and knot until she’s crying from pleasure. My cock bobs with each step, growing harder as her sweet scent intensifies. Behind me, I can hear Gunnar and Max following, their own arousal evident in their heavy breathing.
“I’ve been hard since the fucking ceremony,” Gunnar growls, adjusting himself. “That dress makes her ass look perfect for breeding.”
Max chuckles, a hungry sound. “Her scent’s getting stronger. I think our little omega knows what’s coming.”
“Three knots,” I reply, my voice a deep rumble that makes Lena shiver in my arms. “One for each of her holes. She’ll be leaking our cum for days.”
Lena whimpers softly, pressing her face against my chest. I can smell her arousal strengthening, her pussy getting wet just from our words.
“You like hearing that, don’t you, little wife?” I murmur into her hair. “Knowing we’re going to take turns filling you up?”
She nods, her body trembling against mine.
I shift her in my arms, making sure she can feel the hard length of my cock pressing against her through the thin fabric of her wedding dress.
When we reach the cabin, I push the door open with my shoulder, carrying her over the threshold. The interior is simple but luxurious. I made sure of that when I booked it. A large fireplace dominates one wall, already lit and casting a warm glow over the rustic furniture.
“Can you put me down? I want to look around,” Lena says eagerly.
I tighten my grip on her, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her thigh.
“You can admire the place later,” I growl, my patience at its end. “I’ve been smelling your sweet pussy all day, watching you in this dress, knowing what’s underneath. I’m not waiting another second to claim you properly, wife.”
She gasps at my tone, her pupils dilating with arousal.
I carry her straight to the bedroom, Gunnar and Max following close behind. Their heavy footsteps match my own urgent pace. The bed is massive, custom-made to accommodate all four of us, covered in silk sheets.
I sit on the edge of the bed, positioning Lena on my lap so her back is to my chest. My erection presses insistently against her ass through her dress, and she squirms, teasing me with the subtle movement.
“Gunnar, Max,” I command. “Remove her stockings and heels.”
They kneel immediately, one at each of her delicate feet.
Max lifts her right leg, carefully sliding off the high heel before letting his fingers trace up her calf to the top of her stocking.
Gunnar mirrors him on the left, both of them reverent in their movements as they roll the sheer fabric down her legs, exposing her pale skin inch by tantalizing inch.
While they work, I begin unbuttoning the long row of pearl buttons running down the back of her wedding gown. My fingers brush against her spine with each button, and I lower my mouth to the exposed skin of her shoulder, pressing hot kisses there. I inhale deeply, breathing in the intoxicating blend of vanilla and aroused omega that’s uniquely hers.
“I can smell how wet you got in the limo,” I murmur against her neck, my teeth grazing over her pulse point. “Your pussy was dripping through your panties. Were you thinking about what we’d do to you tonight?”
She shivers, a small moan escaping her lips as Gunnar’s hand skims up her inner thigh, stopping just short of where she’s aching to be touched.
“We need an answer,” Gunnar demands, nipping at her thigh.
“Y-yes,” she whispers, her voice trembling. “I couldn’t help it.”
My cock jerks against her ass, pre-cum leaking from the tip as I continue unbuttoning her dress. I want to tear the fabric apart, to expose her to us faster, but I restrain myself. We have all night, all week, to be rough with her.
This first time as husbands and wife deserves more moments of care and attention.
She squirms again, her perfect ass grinding against my erection through the thin material of my pants. A growl rumbles deep in my chest as I struggle to maintain control.
“Feel that?” I ask, thrusting up slightly against her. “Feel how fucking hard I am for you?”
“Yes,” she breathes, pressing her ass back against me more deliberately now.
I lean forward, my chest pressed to her back as I continue my work on the buttons.
“You’re going to be so well-knotted tonight, little omega. We’re going to take turns rutting you until you can’t remember your own name. Your pussy, your mouth, your ass—we’re going to fill every hole until you’re overflowing with our cum. Would you like that?” I whisper, brushing my lips against her ear.
She nods frantically, her breath coming faster now. I can smell her arousal intensifying, her slick soaking through her panties.
Finally, I undo the last button. I place my hands on her shoulders. “Stand up for us, wife.”
Lena obediently rises from my lap, her legs slightly unsteady.
I keep my hands on her hips as the dress slides down her body, pooling at her feet in a puddle of white silk. She stands before us in nothing but a lace thong, her perfect breasts bare and flushed pink with arousal, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
The three of us stare at her, my cock straining painfully against my pants.
The dying light from the setting sun filters through the window, casting a golden glow on her pale skin that makes her look like something divine.
“Fuck,” Gunnar growls, his eyes fixated on her breasts. “Those tits are perfect for sucking.”
“Look at that ass,” Max adds, his voice thick with lust. “So pretty and round, just begging to be filled with cum.”
“Turn around,” I command, and she does, giving us a view of her round ass, barely covered by the lace thong as I palm my cock. “That ass was made for knotting.”
I turn her back to face me, my hands moving up to cup her breasts reverently.
They fit perfectly in my palms, soft and warm. I squeeze them delicately, testing their weight, flicking my thumbs over her hardened nipples. My cock is getting harder, tenting my pants obscenely as I weigh her tits in my hands.
The scent of her waxed pussy is driving me wild—clean, fresh, and dripping with arousal just inches from my face.
Gunnar’s hands trail down her waist, his fingers digging slightly into her soft flesh. Max stands behind her, his hands cupping her ass, kneading the plump cheeks vigorously.
I release her breasts reluctantly, my hands moving lower, skimming over her flat stomach until I reach the edge of her thong. I run my finger along the waistband before dipping lower, stroking her pussy through the damp lace.
“You waxed yourself so nicely for us tonight,” I observe, my voice rough with desire.
“Yes, I did,” she replies shakily, her thighs trembling under my touch.
I look up at her face, flushed pink with a mixture of shyness and arousal.
Despite having knotted her several times before, she still acts like a pure virgin whenever we’re about to fuck her. It turns me on beyond belief, my cock jerking eagerly in my pants. I cup her pussy more firmly, letting my middle finger slide beneath the lace to dip into her wet, warm hole.
She gasps sharply, her inner walls clenching around my invading digit.
I push in deeper, feeling her slick coating my finger, her heat enveloping me. When I withdraw my finger, a sticky stream of her arousal follows, clinging between my fingertip and her needy cunt.
“Look how wet and eager you are for us,” I say, holding up my glistening finger before bringing it to my mouth to taste her essence. “So fucking sweet. I think I’ll taste you properly before I give you the first knot.”
She nods quickly, her eyes glazed with desire.
“Use your words,” Gunnar prompts, nibbling at her neck. “Tell your alpha what you want.”
“Please,” she whimpers, her voice small but urgent. “Please taste me, Damon.”
“On the bed then,” I command, my cock throbbing with anticipation. “Lie down for us, omega.”
She moves with surprising grace despite her obvious arousal, sliding onto the silk sheets and settling in the middle of the large bed, her eyes never leaving mine.
I stand at the foot of the bed, my fingers working quickly to unzip my pants. My eyes never leave Lena’s body as she lies before me, waiting for instructions.
“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice thick with lust. “And touch yourself. Show us how much you want this.”
As she complies, her thighs parting to reveal her glistening sex, I free my cock from the confines of my pants. It springs forth, heavy and engorged, pre-cum already beading at the tip as I wrap my hand around the shaft and stroke lazily, savoring the sight before me.
Beside me, Max and Gunnar are hastily removing their clothes, their eyes fixed on our omega as she tentatively begins to circle her clit with delicate fingers. The scent of her arousal fills the room, making my mouth water and my cock throb harder in my palm.
Her pussy is a work of art—plump outer lips, perfectly waxed, framing the glistening pink folds within. Her entrance flutters invitingly with each circle of her fingers on her swollen clit, a fresh wave of slick making her shine in the dimming light. The sight of her, spread open and vulnerable for us, has me gripping the base of my cock to keep from coming then and there.
“You’re fucking gorgeous,” I growl, giving myself a few slow strokes. “That pretty little cunt is begging to be eaten, isn’t it?”
She nods, her teeth catching her lower lip as her fingers move faster.
A small whimper escapes her throat when I finally climb onto the bed, positioning myself between her spread thighs. I hover over her pussy, breathing in her thickening scent before placing a gentle kiss just above her mound.
“You smell divine,” I murmur against her skin, letting my hot breath graze over her sensitive flesh. “I’ve been thinking about tasting you all day.”
I lower my head slowly, maintaining eye contact as my tongue makes that first delicious contact with her slit, licking a long, deliberate stripe from her entrance to her clit. The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweet, tangy, and uniquely Lena—and I groan against her flesh.
“Oh god,” she moans, her back arching off the bed.
“Fucking good,” I growl as I swirl my tongue around her clit, applying just enough pressure to make her squirm without pushing her over the edge too quickly. I want to savor this, to make her fall apart completely before I claim her with my cock.
The world narrows down to the exquisite taste of her pussy, the soft sounds of pleasure she makes, and the increasingly desperate movements of her hips against my face. I’m vaguely aware of the mattress dipping as Max and Gunnar position themselves on either side of her, but I’m too consumed with the feast before me to pay them much attention.
I alternate between broad licks across her entire sex and focused attention on her clit, occasionally dipping my tongue into her hole to taste the slick flowing from her pussy. Her thighs begin to tremble on either side of my head, and I grasp them firmly, holding her open so I can see her come.
“Oh god, Damon,” she gasps, her hands finding their way to my hair, fingers tangling in the strands as she tries to guide me where she needs me most.
I comply, zeroing in on her clit with precise flicks of my tongue.
I slip two fingers inside her dripping hole, curling them to find that G-spot. I find it, and her reaction is immediate—a sharp cry and a hard buck of her hips against my face.
The taste of her becomes stronger, her arousal coating my chin as I work her toward climax ruthlessly.
My cock is impossibly hard, hanging heavy between my thighs as I feast on her pussy. I could stay here for hours, drawing orgasm after orgasm from her with just my mouth, but my need to be inside her is growing too intense to ignore much longer.
I increase the pace of my fingers, fucking her with them while my tongue works her clit in tight circles. Her moans grow louder, more desperate, her thighs quivering against my hands. When I feel her inner walls begin to tighten around my fingers, I seal my lips around her clit and suck, hard.
She comes with a scream, her back arching dramatically off the bed.
Her legs try to close around my head, but I hold them firmly open, forcing her to endure the pleasure as I continue to lick and suck through her orgasm. I can feel her cream leaking around my fingers, her body producing even more slick in preparation for what’s to come.
“Damon, please,” she begs breathlessly, trying to wriggle away from my relentless mouth. “It’s too much, I can’t—”
“Shhh,” I soothe, placing one last kiss on her oversensitive clit before raising my head. My face is slick with her juices, and I make a show of licking my lips as I meet her dazed eyes. “I’m going to make love to you now, little omega. Going to fill this sweet pussy with my knot.”
She moans in response, still panting from her orgasm.
I position myself between her thighs, noticing that Gunnar has moved to kneel by her head, his cock jutting toward her face. Max is at her side, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples while his hand kneads her other breast roughly.
I grasp my cock, guiding it to her soaked entrance.
The head slides through her folds, gathering her slick before pressing against her opening. Despite how wet she is, there’s resistance as I begin to push inside—she’s always tight, her body gripping me like a vice no matter how many times I’ve had her.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the head breaches her entrance. “So fucking tight. Going to take your husband’s fat cock now, aren’t you, little omega? Going to be a good girl and take it all?”
“Yes, Alpha,” she gasps, her eyes fluttering closed as I push deeper. “Please, I need you so much. You’ve my love and my life.”
Oh fuck.
I press forward slowly, watching with fascination as her pussy stretches to accommodate my girth. It’s a struggle to fit all of me inside her, but her body was made for this, made to take our cocks and our knots.
I pull back slightly before thrusting forward with more force, earning a sharp cry from Lena as I sink deeper.
The sensation is overwhelming- hot, tight, wet perfection gripping my cock.
“So good,” I groan, finally bottoming out. “So perfect for me.”
I pause for a moment, savoring the feeling of being fully sheathed inside her. I watch as Gunnar guides his cock to her lips, groaning when she opens eagerly to take him into her mouth. Max has moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her nipple as his hand slides down to where her clit is still swollen and sensitive.
The sight of my omega being pleasured by my packmates, her body servicing all three of us at once, sends a surge of pride and lust through me.
I begin to thrust, withdrawing almost completely before driving back in with a force that jostles her entire body and pushes her mouth further onto Gunnar’s cock.
“That’s it,” I growl, setting a faster pace. “Take it like the good little omega you are.”
Each thrust is punctuated by the wet sound of her pussy gripping my cock and the muffled moans she makes around Gunnar’s length. I grab her hips, angling them upward to hit her deepest spots, and am rewarded with a particularly loud whimper.
The sight of her flushed, filled at both ends, her breasts being attended to by Max’s eager mouth, is almost too much. My thrusts become more erratic, more forceful, as I chase my release. I can feel my knot beginning to swell at the base of my cock, catching on her entrance with each thrust.
“Going to knot you,” I pant, sweat beading on my forehead as I drive into her repeatedly. “Going to fill this perfect pussy with my cum.”
Her eyes meet mine, glazed with pleasure and submission while her mouth is full, and that’s all it takes. With a final, powerful thrust, I bury myself to the hilt as my orgasm crashes over me. My knot expands fully, locking us together as my cock pulses inside her, shooting rope after rope of hot cum deep into her womb.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” I murmur as I catch my breath, still locked inside her by my knot. “I love you so much, Lena.”
Gunnar
“There you go, little omega,” I growl as Lena’s hot mouth works my throbbing cock. Her cheeks are hollowed as she sucks with surprising strength. “Take it deeper.”
My fingers tangle in her auburn hair, not forcing but guiding, showing her the rhythm I need. Watching Damon brutally fuck and knot her moments ago has me on edge already, my balls tight and heavy with need. The way her tits bounced with each of his thrusts, the desperate sounds she made—it was fucking art, and now I’m desperate.
Damon is still knotted inside her pussy, his large body partially draped over hers as she lies on her back, facing my cock. His eyes meet mine over her body, a satisfied smirk on his face as he watches our wife service me. The knowledge that her pussy is currently filled with his knot and cum while she sucks me off sends a fresh wave of arousal through me.
She swirls her tongue around the sensitive head of my cock, paying special attention to the slit where pre-cum is already beading. The sensation makes my eyes roll back, a deep groan escaping my throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at that,” I praise, watching her eyes light up with pride. “Such a perfect mouth for alpha cock.”
Her response is to take me deeper, her tongue working the underside of my shaft as she bobs her head. One of her hands wraps around what she can’t fit in her mouth, stroking in time with her sucking. The other reaches up to cup my balls, gently rolling them between her delicate fingers.
The dual sensation has me cursing, my hips jerking forward involuntarily.
She makes a small choking sound but doesn’t pull away, instead relaxing her throat to take me even deeper.
“Damn,” I say my voice rougher now. “Take it all like a good little omega. Show me how much you want to please your husband.”
She moans around my length, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure up my spine. I tighten my grip in her hair, setting a slightly faster pace as I guide her head. My cock disappears repeatedly between those perfect lips, emerging slick with her saliva before plunging back into the wet heat of her mouth.
Max watches from beside Damon, stroking himself as he waits for his turn. The room is thick with the scent of sex—Damon’s release, Lena’s arousal, and the musky scent of aroused alphas. It’s intoxicating, pushing my already heightened senses into overdrive.
“Knotted by one alpha while sucking another’s cock. Such a perfect little omega wife doing her duties,” whispers Max.
I see the flush of arousal on her cheeks at his words. She likes being talked to like this and reminded of her place as our shared mate.
“You were made for this,” I continue, my cock growing impossibly harder in her mouth. “Made to be filled by alpha cock in every hole. You’ll take all three of us tonight, won’t you? Going to let us use this sweet body until you’re leaking our cum from everywhere.”
She nods as best she can with my cock still in her mouth, a muffled “Mmhmm” vibrating against my length. The enthusiasm in her response nearly makes me lose control then and there.
My balls are drawing up tight against my body now, the familiar pressure building at the base of my spine. She must sense it too, because her movements become more focused, more determined. Her hand moves faster on my shaft while her tongue lavishes attention on the sensitive head.
“Fuck, I’m close,” I warn, my thighs tensing as I fight to prolong the pleasure. “Keep going just like that.”
The heat in my groin intensifies, spreading through my lower abdomen as my orgasm approaches. Lena doubles her efforts, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks harder, her hand working my shaft with perfect pressure.
“I’m going to come,’ I growl, my voice strained. “Going to fill that pretty mouth with my cum. You’re going to swallow every drop like a good omega, aren’t you?”
Her eyes meet mine again, and my cock pulses violently as my orgasm tears through me, cum shooting into her waiting mouth in hot spurts.
I grip her hair tightly, holding her in place as I empty myself onto her tongue.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I groan, my hips jerking erratically as the pleasure crashes over me in waves.
She struggles slightly with the volume, a small trail of white escaping the corner of her mouth and trickling down her chin. As the last pulses of my orgasm subside, I loosen my grip on her hair, allowing her to pull back enough to swallow properly.
She gulps audibly, her throat working to take down my release.
Before I can reach to wipe the escaped cum from her chin, she uses her finger to places it on her tongue with a wink.
“Holy fuck,” I breathe. “If I hadn’t just come, that would have done it.”
“Oh, Gunnar,” she says, giggling.
“I love you,” I say, kissing her on the forehead.
“I love you, too,” she whispers.
I shift to lie beside her, my body still humming with satisfaction as Damon moves. Damon rearranges her, rolling her on top of him so she’s straddling his hips, her stomach to his chest.
“Your turn, Max,” Damon says, spreading Lena’s ass cheeks apart with his large hands. “She’s nice and ready for you to take this sweet ass.”
I watch through half-lidded eyes as Max approaches eagerly, his cock standing at attention, ready to claim the last unexplored territory of our omega.
Max
My cock is hard as steel as I stare at the erotic sight before me. Lena is sprawled on top of Damon, her stomach pressed to his chest, her legs spread wide on either side of his thighs. Her pussy, freshly knotted and slowly seeping with Damon’s release, is on full display.
Her ass slightly reddened from where Damon’s hips slapped against her during their fucking, is just waiting for my touch. I lick my lips in anticipation, my cock throbbing painfully as I move closer to claim the one last remaining hole.
I reach out, my hands grasping her ass cheeks, squeezing the soft flesh appreciatively. Her skin is soft. I spread her cheeks apart, revealing the tight pink pucker of her asshole. I groan at the sight, my cock jumping excitedly.
“Look at this tight little hole,” I say, my voice thick with lust. “Your ass is begging to be fucked, isn’t it? Looks like a juicy peach just waiting to be eaten.”
“It is,” gasps Lena as I run my thumb over her entrance, feeling it contract under my touch.
“Do you want me to knot this tight little bud, omega? Want me to stretch it open with my cock?”
She moans, pressing back against my hands.
“Yes, Max, please,” she breathes, her voice shaky with need despite having already come twice.
I lower myself between her spread legs, my face level with her ass. Without warning, I lean in and press my tongue flat against her puckered entrance. She cries out in surprise, her body jerking against Damon, who holds her steady with his strong hands on her thighs.
“Fuck,” Gunnar chuckles from where he’s watching beside the bed, his cock already showing interest again despite his recent release. “Max just wants a taste first, little omega. Relax and enjoy it.”
I circle her rim with the tip of my tongue, savoring the clean, musky taste of her. Her asshole is immaculate.
Clearly, she prepared for this possibility, and I show my appreciation by doubling my efforts, alternating between broad licks and pointed prods against the tight muscle.
Her entrance looks exquisite as I pull back briefly to admire my work, the delicate pink ring glistening with my saliva, clenching and unclenching.
I spread her cheeks wider, exposing her completely to my hungry gaze.
“Look at this beautiful asshole,” I murmur, dipping my tongue back in for another taste. “So tight and perfect, blinking at me like it’s begging for cock.”
My tongue pushes more insistently now, breaching the tight ring of muscle slightly. Lena moans loudly, her face buried against Damon’s shoulder. As I continue to rim her, I notice fresh slick beginning to leak from her pussy and ass, dripping down to mix with Damon’s cum that’s already seeping out of her.
“She’s starting to slick again just from having her ass eaten,” I comment, pulling back to admire the glistening evidence of her arousal. “She’s getting wet from having a tongue in her ass. You like it, don’t you, Lena babe?”
“Yes.”
I circle her rim again, one hand reaching down to stroke my aching cock. The other moves to her entrance, my middle finger pressing gently against the tight muscle.
“Going to get you nice and ready for my cock,” I tell her, slowly working the tip of my finger inside. The heat and tightness that greet my probing digit make me groan.
Her inner walls clench around my finger, resisting the intrusion briefly before relaxing enough to let me push deeper. I continue working my tongue around my finger, lubricating her entrance as much as possible.
“That feels nice,” she says with a moan, and I smile.
“Your ass is a work of art,” I praise as her body accepts my finger to the second knuckle. “It needs to get knotted.”
I curl my finger slightly, feeling the silky smooth walls of her rectum as I begin to pump in and out gently. Her moans grow louder, and more desperate, as a fresh gush of slick coats my finger dripping from her asshole.
“Please, Max,” she begs, her voice breathy and strained. “I need your cock now. I’m warmed up enough.”
Her desperation sends a surge of arousal through me, my cock jerking in response. I withdraw my finger slowly, replacing it with two and scissoring them gently to stretch her further.
“Not yet, princess. Don’t want to hurt you.”
I work her open methodically, my fingers pushing deeper, twisting and spreading to prepare her for my knot. By the time I have three fingers sliding easily in and out of her ass, she’s practically sobbing with need, her body trembling as she pushes back against my hand.
“Please,” she whimpers. “I need you inside me. Need your cock in my ass.”
I can’t ignore her any longer.
I withdraw my fingers and rise to my knees, positioning myself between her spread legs. The head of my cock, slick with pre-cum, press against her prepared entrance.
“Don’t worry baby, I’ll fill your tight ass right now,” I tell her, my voice strained with the effort of holding back. “Going to stretch you open and fuck you until you’re screaming.”
I push forward slowly, watching as her tight ring of muscle stretch around the head of my cock. The pressure is incredible- hot, tight resistance that gradually gives way as I press forward. Inch by inch, her body accepts me, her ass gripping me as I sink deeper.
“Ahh! That feels so freaking good,” she cries out, arching her back for more.
“Fuck,” I hiss, sweat beading on my forehead from the effort of not slamming into her all at once. “So fucking tight.”
Beneath her, Damon has his hands on her thighs, keeping her spread wide for me. Gunnar has moved closer, his hand reaching under to fondle her clit as I continue my slow invasion of her ass.
The combined stimulation has her panting, small whimpers escaping her with each centimeter I gain.
Finally, my hips are flush against her ass cheeks.
I pause there, giving her time to adjust to the fullness, my cock throbbing inside her as I fight for control.
“How does it feel?” I ask, running my hands up her back, feeling the slight tremors running through her muscles.
“Full,” she gasps. “So full. Please move, please fuck me.”
I withdraw slowly until just the head remains caught in her tight ring before pushing back in with more force. She cries out, but it’s clearly from pleasure rather than pain.
I establish a rhythm, starting with measured thrusts.
The tight grip of her ass around my cock is mind-blowing, each thrust sending shocks of pleasure up my spine.
Her legs are spread obscenely wide on either side of Damon, giving me the perfect angle to drive deeper with each thrust. My balls slap against her pussy with each forward motion, adding to the wet, filthy sounds filling the room.
“Your ass is hungry for my knot,” I growl, gripping her hips to pull her back onto my cock with each thrust.
“She’s wet as fuck,” says Gunnar, still playing with her sensitive clit. Lena is moaning uncontrollably now from the dual stimulation.
I increase my pace, driven by the immense pressure building in my groin. Each thrust is harder, deeper, and more primal as my control begins to slip. The sight of my cock disappearing into her tight ass, and the sounds of her breathy moans all combine to push me rapidly toward the edge.
“Going to fill this sweet ass with my cum,” I pant, my rhythm becoming erratic as my orgasm approaches.
Her inner muscles clench around me in response, her body squeezing my cock.
With a final, powerful thrust, my orgasm crashes over me. My cock pulses violently as I come into her ass.
I collapse forward slightly, catching myself using my palms on the bed to avoid crushing her. My cock remains buried in her ass as the last pulses of my orgasm subside, leaving me breathless and utterly satisfied.
“Wow,” she gasps, trying to catch her breath.
“Fuck,” I breathe as my cock begins to swell, knotting her to me. My cum leaks into her well-fucked hole, and the feeling of that makes me happy. “You’re mine. My wife.”
“And you’re my husband. I love you,” she whispers.
Lena
I’m slumped against Damon’s chest, utterly spent and full. His knot pulsates inside my pussy while Max’s stretches my ass, both keeping me stuffed with their cum. Every small movement sends aftershocks of pleasure rippling through me, making me whimper softly.
My body feels used in the most delicious way—marked, claimed, and thoroughly satisfied by my alphas. I’ve never felt so complete, so utterly possessed, and the thought brings a dreamy smile to my face despite my exhaustion.
“I’m so lucky,” I murmur, my voice hoarse from screaming in pleasure. “To be your wife. To be claimed by all of you.”
The words come out slurred, my mind still floating in a haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
Damon’s chest rumbles against me as he speaks, his deep voice vibrating through my body. “We’re the lucky ones, little omega. To have found you, to have claimed you.”
His lips brush against the sensitive spot behind my ear, making me shiver despite his body’s warmth.
He traces the mark on my upper arm gently—the claiming bite he placed there during our mating ceremony. The touch sends a pulse of warmth through my bond with him, a reminder of the permanent connection we now share.
“Remember the night I marked you?” he asks, his voice soft with the memory.
“How could I forget?” I say, smiling. I will never forget the beautiful bath and riding him. Warm water scented with jasmine surrounded us, his teeth breaking the skin of my arm as he claimed me forever. The moment had been simultaneously painful and ecstatic, the bond forming between us instantly.
“You cried,” he recalls, kissing the mark. “Not from pain, but from happiness.”
“I never thought I’d find a pack that would love me,” I confess, the vulnerability in my voice a stark contrast to the sexual activities we’ve just engaged in. “After what happened with…before.”
“We’ll never let anyone hurt you again,” Gunnar promises from where he’s sprawled beside us, his hand reaching out to rest possessively on my thigh.
I wiggle slightly, loving the feeling of being so thoroughly filled by my alphas. The movement causes both knots to shift inside me, drawing a gasp from my lips and a groan from Damon.
“Careful, little wife,” he warns, his hands gripping my hips to still my movements. “You’ll get us all worked up again before we’ve even recovered.”
Max chuckles from my other side. “Speak for yourself. I could go again in about ten minutes.”
Their playful banter washes over me, filling me with contentment as much as their knots fill my body. With careful movements, Damon and Max maneuver me so I’m lying between them now instead of on top of Damon. The shift in position tugs at where we’re connected, sending another wave of pleasure through my oversensitive body.
Damon leans down, capturing my lips in a tender kiss that contrasts with the roughness of our earlier activities. I can taste myself on his lips, and I blush.
When he pulls back, his dark eyes are soft as they scan my face. “You’re beautiful like this,” he says. “Thoroughly fucked and filled with our cum.”
“The perfect omega,” Max agrees, pressing kisses along my shoulder, and Gunnar hums in agreement, his hand trailing lazy patterns up my side.
“The wedding night was everything I hoped it would be,” he says, his normally gruff voice tinged with satisfaction. “And we’ve got the whole week ahead of us.”
“A whole week of knotting you, babe,” Max adds, his lips curving into a smile against my skin.
“I love you,” I whisper. “My alphas, my mates, and my home.”
“And we love you too,” Damon responds, pressing his forehead to mine. “More than you could ever know.”
In this moment, I know I’ve found where I belong.
After years of fear and hiding, of using blockers to mask my scent and keeping everyone at arm’s length, I’ve finally found my pack, my family, my forever.
As the dying light casts long shadows across our tangled bodies, I close my eyes and breathe in the mingled scents of my alphas, Damon’s smoked cedar, Gunnar’s sandalwood, Max’s pine and cinnamon- all mixed with the unmistakable scent of satisfied omega.
For the first time in my life, I feel completely and utterly safe, held in the arms of the men who would tear apart the world to protect me.
“Sleep and rest now, little omega,” Damon whispers against my hair. “We have all night, all week, and all our lives to love you.”
“Okay,” I whisper back, feeling safe in their embrace as I slowly drift off to sleep with a smile on my lips and my heart bursting with love for my new pack.
