Not harshly.
Not yet.
Just enough to show her what we can do, to prepare her for the insanity we’re about to unleash upon her.
She whimpers again, the sound adorably alluring.
She knows she can take us. She wants it. She just has to accept it.
“You’re squeezing my cock so damn hard, sweetheart,” Volt says, groaning. “You’re so fucking hungry for my knot.”
“You’re strangling my shaft even more,” I tell her, my lips against her ear once more. “Your tight little ass is begging me to unleash my power, to show you what I can do.”
“Just say the words, Clove,” Volt murmurs. “Tell us to let go and we’ll give you what you need.”
She writhes between us, our wanton Omega giving into the sensuality of the moment, learning how to accept both of us in her tight little holes.
I give her that moment, allowing her to adjust to our assault, waiting for her to tell us to fuck her.
“You’re going to feel so good when you come,” I whisper. “It’s going to make us want to knot you for hours.”
“Days,” Volt corrects, thrusting up into her. “Weeks.”
I hum in agreement, nibbling her throbbing pulse.
She’s falling apart.
Her mental walls are crumbling.
Her body is becoming ours.
The animal inside her is taking control, thriving in this moment of possession.
“Tell us to fuck you, Clove,” I say against her ear. “Beg us and we’ll do whatever you want.”
She starts to shake between us, her climax mounting from the subtle shifts of our hips and my thumb against her sweet spot.
“More,” she breathes.
“Be specific, little one.” I want to hear her say it. I want to hear her unleash her desires on a demanding scream, to force our wolves to dance with hers. “Tell us to fuck you.”
“Beg for our knots,” Volt says, arching up into her on a thrust that draws a gasp from her pretty throat. “Give us your truths, sweetling. Command us and we’ll obey.”
I nip at her neck, not hard enough to bleed, just enough to ground her before she erupts. Because I can feel her pulse between her legs, the indication that she’s about to explode. “Tell us now, Clove, or we’ll stop.” I demonstrate by pressing down on her nub rather than stroking it.
“Fuck me,” she cries out. “Please fuck me.”
Volt growls in approval and I smile against her neck. “You’re perfect, baby,” I whisper. “So fucking perfect.”
I slam into her, eliciting a scream from her that goes straight to my balls.
Volt does the same, the two of us pounding into her with a force that would break a human. But Clove takes us. Fuck, she does more than that. She embraces us. Her hips are moving just as fiercely as ours, her needy little clit throbbing against my thumb as I push her over the edge into oblivion.
Only she doesn’t lose her mind to the sensuous bliss, she demands more with her mouth and with her supple form.
She’s a little sex beast, mewling and bucking and riding us more than we’re riding her.
It’s a sight to behold, one that has my groin tightening with the need to empty myself inside her. To sink my teeth into her flesh and bite. To knot her to completion and make her ours.
I just barely hold onto the lust captivating my mind, that subtle hint of duty lurking inside my thoughts and keeping me just this side of sane.
It fucking hurts.
I want to bellow, to growl, to fucking snarl at fate.
Instead I take it out on her ass, let her feel my pent up need, ravage her to completion and claim her in the only way I can.
Volt curses, his own climax taking him by the balls and forcing him to unleash inside her.
I feel his knot enter her, hear the effect it has on Clove as she shrieks in rapturous delight. She’s shaking, her body taking his pleasure and making it her own.
It tips me over the edge, forcing me to join them as I come in her ass. I just barely grab my base in time, holding my knot steady, not wanting to destroy her too completely.
Because if I shoot my knot up her ass, it will hurt.
She’ll bleed.
And that’s not the kind of blood I want to draw.
Instead, I milk myself, her presence enough to allow me to fully unload in her in a way impossible for anyone else.
Only an Omega can draw this sort of pleasure from an Alpha.
It’s fucking ecstasy.
But it hurts, too.
Because my knot wants to be inside her, to experience her sweet heat to completion.
If I were in her cunt, I’d allow it. I fucking own her.