Page 77 of Use Me Up

The alpha grunts and slips back into Ellis’s mouth. “Get in here, girlfriend,” he says to me warmly. “If you can handle it, that is.”

The other alpha turns from fucking Ellis’s asshole and says, “Whatever our omega wants, he gets,” to me.

Well.

I guess I’m going to be participating in a fourway. Okay. I can… do that.

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hannah

They tuck me under Ellis, and he slips his cock into me.

There’s no condom, and I think to myself that I’ll just be that girl and get a Plan B, and wow, that’s fucked up.

But then I don’t think much at all, because of how it smells in here.

Ellis’s scent changes with the alphas, and their scents rise and twine with his. It still smells like a summer rainstorm, but there are accents of spices filling the air, notes of vanilla and cinnamon. A chocolate undercurrent and a hint of something deep and dark like bourbon. The air smells decadent, and I am trapped here, stretched and jammed full of Ellis’s insistent driving cock as I am wrapped up in a stream of sweet surrender.

Time stretches and compresses in a way that I can’t quite make sense of. I don’t know how long the alphas take charge of Ellis and fuck him with a relentlessness that still seems tinged with tenderness and care. They are sweet with him, always calling him their pretty boy, always caressing him, stroking their enormous alpha hands over his skin, purring to him, urging his orgasms, filling him again and again with their releases.

Everyone comes a lot.

Except, um, me.

No one seems to be thinking about me in that way, but then, uh, I’m not thinking of me either. I’m floating around in a room that smells like some kind of rain-soaked bakery, and the air is so warm and the alphas are sweating and their sweat smells like baked goods, and it’s…

I’m not complaining.

I have nothing to complain about. I’m buried down here at the bottom of this, looking up at them and feeling incredibly good.

After what could have been several hours or maybe just twenty minutes, Ellis’s cock softens and slips out of me and he begins to yawn around one of the alpha’s cocks. That alpha slips out of his mouth and helps him up so that the other alpha, who is knotted into Ellis, can gather him up, and they can arrange themselves in a corner of the nest against a pile of pillows. Ellis is huge, and these alphas are huge, too, but not necessarily taller than him. Broader though, burlier, and emanating this sheer masculine vibe that’s overwhelming.

Still, it’s odd to see Ellis sleeping on the other man’s chest, cradled there, though there’s that elfiness to him, a gracefulness. He looks sated and pleased and so, so comfortable. The alpha with his cock still stuck in Ellis reverently strokes sweaty dark curls away from Ellis’s brow, looking down on him with a look of such sweet affection that it makes my heart ache.

“Did he call you Hannah?” That’s the other alpha, the one who’s been in Ellis’s mouth.

I’m naked and sitting up in this nest, and I remember to be self-conscious. I wrap my arms around my knees, feeling myself blush as I turn to him. “Uh, yeah.”

“I’m Gatlin,” he says. He’s dark and olive-skinned, with a tidy trimmed beard. His chest is massive and hairy, and his cock is still hard and there’s still a big, big knot.

I yelp out a laugh. “Um, nice to meet you?”

The other alpha laughs, too, from the corner. He’s blond, very handsome, with blond hair on his forearms and chest. His eyes are bright blue. He grins at me, and I feel at ease, somehow. I grin back. He says, “I’m Kane. This is definitely one of the more awkward ways to meet someone.”

“Yes,” says Gatlin. “How are you, nice to meet you, it seems we have an appreciation for Ellis’s cock in common, want to fuck?”

I let out a laugh that is really more like a bray. I feel a little lightheaded. It’s the scents in here, maybe?

“Does she?” says Kane.

I look at him, confused.

“Want to fuck,” says Kane. “Gatlin looks ready to go there. I’m obviously occupied, but the kind of rut we’re in, it’s a doozy. You’re looking at his cock like you might like to take it for a spin.”

I put my hand over my mouth. Oh, my God, I…

I must look really mortified, because Gatlin says, “Stop it, leave the poor beta girl alone, Kane.”