Leaning down, Brook sucks one nipple deep into his warm mouth. His lips pop off, and I catch his smirk out the corner of my eyes before he applies the little clamp. My squeal is muffled around Hawthorn’s length.
“Good girl,” Hawthorn says, stroking my cheek tenderly as he eases his thick length from my mouth. “Breathe through it, love. Gods, that’s a beautiful sight. Look at your pretty, clamped nipple.” I don’t want to look, but my head is lowered, and my eyes go there anyway. As a wild moan emerges from deep in my belly, the little heart-shaped bell that dangles from the end of the clamp jingles furiously.
My whole body is pulsing. They have barely started on me yet.
“Watch while Brook clamps the other one,” Hawthorn instructs.
With a wicked smirk, Brook leans down, taking the unadorned, and obscenely swollen tip into his hot mouth, sucking vigorously, once, twice, before his lips pop off. He pinches the tip before applying the second clamp.
My squeal is wrenched from me.
“Breathe through it, Priya,” Hawthorn says. But I do not want to breathe through it. The pain is maddening. My pussy weeps, and my ass pulses and burns.
“It’s time,” Caden says. “I will open her little hole before we put her in place over Brook.”
I have no time to assimilate what is happening. The fiery pain in my nipples is like a lash beating at them in endless waves. His fingers slide out, and his broad cock head presses against my ass . . . and slips in with ease stretching muscles, sinking deeper and deeper until his body is flush against my ass. I groan and try to twist, but they have me securely between them, and I must endure. It burns and stings and brings both fear and intense arousal.
“She took that much better than last time,” Hawthorn says, stroking my hair, cock jerking and leaking close enough for the rich, spicy scent to send me a little dizzy. “There was only a little fuss. I think the nipple clamps have provided an excellent distraction.”
Caden
Her ass is like a vice. This is supposed to be a punishment, but tight inner muscles are already fluttering. As I pull out, her head lifts, and a deep guttural cry of pleasure is torn from her lips. With gritted teeth, I surge deeply, filling her tight bottom until my crotch is flush to her hot ass cheeks. “Gods, she is tight,” I say with a grunt. The oil makes her deliciously slippery. By the third deep stroke, her muscles have no choice but to relax, and I can take her hips and begin to fuck her with the same enthusiasm I would take her pussy.
“Don’t come,” Brook warns Priya. He’s watching her face, an enrapt expression on his own. I tear my gaze away lest I come.
This is a punishment, I remind myself when I sense she’s enjoying it too well. She has been outside the room, not for the first time, alone. My fear for her safety helps me to refocus on what needs to be done. It’s a lot for her to take me here.
It will be a lot more when Brook is filling her hot little cunt at the same time. And I know Hawthorn wants to take her ass soon—she will scream in earnest when he forces that rod in this too tight little hole.
With great reluctance, I pull out. Nudging my head at Brook, who grins, eager to coax the lust-drunk little Omega to sit down upon his length.
“Good girl,” he says, palming her throat as she is bounced up and down on him, setting the little bells on her tits and throat jingling.
“Oh, please!”
Both Hawthorn and I freeze. Brook clamps her around the waist, stilling her just in time before she comes.
It is time.
Brook scoots down until he is flat against the bed. I come in behind, gently pulling her flushed ass cheeks apart until I can see the little winking hole. The bells constantly jingle as she trembles in anticipation. Hawthorn strokes her hair back and cups her chin. “Be a good girl for us, Priya. This is natural for a shared Omega. It is part of our bonding and of us sharing our love for you together.”
I see her soften at his words, her gaze locked lovingly upon our first Alpha. Hawthorn may let me lead her punishment and correction sometimes, but I never doubt his rightful place as first. He is older and wiser, and on the night we first claimed her, reminded me that he’s the strongest among us. We all know what is coming, and we cherish these times where we three can be with her in this perfect way before the laws of chaos come for us again.
For there is only one reason an Omega’s scent does not change, and that is when they need another mate.
I do not know who this fourth Alpha might be, but I know I will beat him bloody before I let him take his place among us. I doubt I will like him even then.
Hawthorn nods to me, and I return my attention to her tight dark place that the Alpha in me enjoys taking. I understand the bite of pain as we take her together will bring the highest kind of pleasure for a lusty Omega like Priya. I press her forward, lifting her off Brook a little way, line my cock up with her ass, and drive deeply inside.
She hisses, and the little bells jingle furiously. Her tightness grips me. I feel her fluttering. “She is close,” I say. “I am also close.”
“Oh Goddess!” Her breathy moan is cut off as Hawthorn fills her mouth with his cock.
Priya
As Hawthorn takes my mouth, my body and mind fly.
Cocks surge deeply, filling my ass and pussy, so tight, pain and pleasure so perfect, I soar straight for that high. They
