Page 22 of Bonds and Beasts

I nod, small whimpers slipping out with each exhale. The pain in my core is agony now. Slick has soaked through my underwear and coated my thighs.

Dean’s large hands skim up my thighs and hook into the waistband of my shorts.

“Just easing tonight, Dean,” Easton half-growls.

“I know that, Easton,” he snaps back. “I want her fully healed when I knot her for the first time.” He looks at me with sincere, piercing blue eyes. “I want you healthy and happy first.”

I nod, and he slips my shorts off over my waist, taking my panties with them. The thick perfume of my slick fills the room, mixing with their warm alpha scents. Easton groans and reaches between his legs to squeeze himself through his pants.

Why is he still wearing clothes? I reach for him.

“You want this, Sweetheart?”

I nod. He runs his fingers up my inner thigh, gathering my slick before he pulls down his pants. His cock bobs heavily between his legs with a half-formed knot already swelling at the base. He wraps his slick-covered hand around his cock and tugs. A low rumbling starts deep in his chest as he begins to purr. “You’re making such a desperate mess, Sweetheart. It’d be a shame not to use it.”

While I watch Easton stroke himself with my slick as lube, Dean leans down and braces himself on his forearms. “Spread your legs wider for me.” His voice is a low growl. I obey, opening myself as far as I can for him.

“Fuck, beautiful,” is all he manages before surging forward. He captures my clit in his mouth and sucks lightly, making me arch with a strangled cry of pleasure. Easton bends down, reaches under me, and unclasps my bra so my breasts spill free.

He slides one hand behind my neck, giving me steady grounding pressure, while the other gathers a handful of my breast and lifts it to present my hard nipple to his mouth. His teeth scrape over it. I squeak as he nips a little, then soothes the sting with his tongue. He does the same to my other nipple, and the pleasure and faint sting blend together in a dizzying wave of need.

My hand reaches down between my legs, curling into Dean’s hair and pulling him deeper. His tongue dives down and inside, finally adding a little pressure to the place I need it most.

“That’s it, Sweetheart. You like your alpha eating your aching cunt?” Easton asks.

I nod before throwing my head back and moaning. Easton’s fingers find my clit as Dean fucks into me with his tongue.

They pull back, and it isn’t enough. I need their cocks. I must make that obvious because Dean removes his pants and boxers. His girthy cock is leaking at the end and practically purple with want.

He drags it along my slit. “Don’t want you to hurt anymore, Sweet Girl,” he says before pressing into me. His cock slides in, stretching me around him and lighting up every one of my nerve endings.

I gasp deeply. My body feels like it’s expanding and cooling all at once. The pain from a few moments ago is replaced by a thick, satisfying fullness. Dean spreads my legs and seats himself to the hilt.

“Look how good you take me, Sweet Girl.” He clutches my hips, pulls out, and thrusts back in. “So tight.” Another thrust. “So slick.”

Every thrust drags another sound out of me. Easton stands to the side, his heavy length in his hand. I reach for him. My omega wants him, wants both her alphas. Easton steps closer, free hand going to my thigh.

“What do you need, Sweetheart?” Easton asks.

My omega takes charge and pulls away from Dean, flashing my teeth at them.

Stop that, beastie, I internally scold, but she’s not having it.

Dean looks confused but rolls with it, stepping away. My hand reaches out and I tug Easton so that he steps between my legs hanging off the edge of the bed.

“You need both of us, omega?” Easton asks, and I swear I see the flash of his true inner alpha in his eyes, speaking directly to my omega. I whine, but instead of being needy, it comes out demanding. Thankfully, Easton smiles, lines himself up, and thrusts in. No gentle easing like Dean.

He sets a brutal, hip-smacking pace while Dean watches. But after a few minutes, Easton pulls back. My omega doesn’t whine. I feel inwardly satisfied. Dean catches on fast and takes Easton’s place, throwing one of my legs over his shoulder and thumbing my clit as he fucks back into me.

They switch like this until I’m a shaking, wound-up mess. The ball of pleasure at my center grows tighter until electricity cracks through me and I come with a heaving moan, my body shaking and my core squeezing over Easton.

Dean grunts, coming over his fist as he watches. Easton fucks me through my orgasm until his hips stutter and he grunts, spilling deep inside of me. I’m boneless and panting. Dean lifts me into his arms and moves me to the head of the bed before laying down next to me. He pulls up one of the softest blankets. Easton lays down on my other side.

"Is this okay?" Dean asks.

I nod emphatically. The heat spike is over, but beyond that, the nerve pain and most of my shaking has dulled.

Maybe I'll be okay after all.