I stare him down, impressed with his self-control. I reach for the waistband of his jeans and tug him toward me. I press my palm firmly against his cock, rubbing him through his jeans, and the moan he lets out is almost guttural.
The sound of it sends me into an absolute frenzy. My fingers work deftly, undoing his button and yanking down the zipper. He wiggles his hips as I carelessly yank on his pants in a desperate attempt to free his trapped cock.
When he finally springs free, his cock is turgid and almost purple, leaking pearly drops of pre-cum along his pierced slit. My tongue darts instinctively to taste him, and I open my mouth, inviting him in. The metal is cold and hard, contrasting beautifully with the wet heat of his cock. I flick my tongue at the steel barbell and revel in the way it makes Elias twitch. I lick andsuck before I take him so deep his knot presses against my lips, and my body knows exactly what I need next. There is a deep hollow feeling between my thighs, and I can feel myself heating up again.
I’m still sensitive, but my heat is relentless. My body is craving more. I moan around him and my body squirms, restless and needing another knot.
Elias pops out of my mouth, and I whimper for a moment, but he flips me over onto my stomach and enters me in one smooth thrust, filling me to his knot. I scream into the pillow as he sets a pace that has me gasping and clawing at the sheets. He’s not as thick as Silas, but he makes up for it with sheer enthusiasm.
“That’s it, Blueberry,” he groans, his hips snapping against mine. “My cock loves your tight little pussy.”
His filthy mouth sends another rush of wetness between my thighs. I push my ass up into the air, letting him take me harder and deeper.”You like that?” he asks, his voice rough. “Like being filled by your alpha?”
“Yes,” I cry. I’m beyond shame now. “God, yes.”
Elias abruptly pulls out and flips me onto my back again. Archer slides in behind me, his hands find my breasts and squeeze, rolling them in his palms and pinching my nipples as Elias resumes his relentless rhythm. From this new angle, the slight curve of his cock is hitting that spot that has me seeing stars. As my orgasm begins to build, Elias’s pace becomes frantic. The dual stimulation is almost too much, but my body craves more. Always more.
“Want more?” Archer says low in my ear.
I nod, not knowing or caring what he’s suggesting. I just need them. One of Archer’s hands slides down my stomach, reaching between my thighs and teasing my clit.
My whole body is tingling from the stimulation, and I can feel the slight stretch of Elias’ knot pressing into me.
“Elias,” I beg. “I’m close.”
“You need my knot, baby?”
I lock eyes with him. “Please!”
Elias’s knot pushes into me, and I shatter around him. My pussy pulses hard, squeezing his knot, and I can feel him explode inside me, flooding me with his cum.
My head falls back in exhaustion on Archer’s shoulder, and he trails tender kisses down the side of my throat. My eyes flutter open and meet Silas’s. His expression is one I haven’t seen before; he’s looking at me in absolute wonder. My eyes greedily drink him in, sliding down his massive form, lingering on his colossal cock, already hard for me again.
I take a few minutes to rest and catch my breath while Elias and I are still connected. When he finally softens and pulls out, I whimper at the loss, my body still somehow wanting more. Then Archer is guiding me onto my hands and knees, positioning me over Silas, who now lies on his back. I straddle him, placing my hands on his shoulders and sinking onto his cock with a moan of relief.
“That’s it,” Elias groans, his hands gripping my hips. “Ride him, Blueberry.”
I start to move, slow and sensual, luxuriating in every inch of him. Silas holds my face and kisses me with so much passion, my hips pick up their rhythm. Soon, this new pace has us both panting and needing to break apart from our kiss to breathe. Then I feel Archer grab my hips from behind, his fingers circling my other entrance.
“This okay?” he asks, voice strained with control.
The thought of being filled completely, taken by two alphas at once, sends a fresh wave of heat blazing through me. “Yes. Please.”
Archer coats his fingers with my dripping slick and works me open slowly—one finger at a time—while I bounce up and down on Silas. The stretch burns, but in my heat-drunk state, even that feels good, and my body relaxes around him.
“Ready?” Archer asks when I’m rocking back against his hand.
“Yes.”
He positions himself behind me, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my tight entrance. The pressure builds as he pushes forward, breaching me slowly. The stretch is intense, bordering on pain, but then he’s inside, and Silas is still filling me from below, and I have never been so completely, utterly full.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Too much?” Archer freezes.
“No, " I moan, pressing back against him. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I’m overcome by the sensation of fullness, of being surrounded by these alphas who seem to anticipate my every need before I can even voice it.