Claimed by three Alphas

Thorne pulled out slowly.

His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip.

I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss.

Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag.

He looked at Aurelius. "Your turn."

Aurelius grinned. Wide. Feral.

He had already stripped his shirt off. Golden skin gleamed in the firelight. Muscles flexed as he moved closer. His pants hit the floor next. His cock sprang free. Thick at the base. Veins bulging. The knot already half swollen. Heavy. Promising to lock.

He climbed onto the bench between my spread legs. The leather creaked under his weight.

He gripped my thighs. Hard. Fingers digging into soft flesh. Bruises would form later. I knew it.

"Been waiting for this," he said. Voice rough. "Since I scented you in the clearing."

I turned my head away. "Fuck you."

He laughed. Low. "Soon, little omega. Soon."

Cassian still knelt at my head. His hand stayed on my throat. Steady pressure. Not choking. Just reminding me who controlled my breath.

Aurelius lined up. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance. Thorne had already stretched me. But Aurelius felt different. Wider at the base. Hotter. More aggressive.

He did not ease in.

He thrust forward. One hard push. Half his length buried in one go.

I cried out. My back arched off the bench. The straps bit into my wrists and ankles. Pain flared. Pleasure twisted through it. My walls clenched around him. Trying to push him out. Pulling him deeper at the same time.

"Fuck yes," Aurelius groaned. "Tight. Wet. Perfect."

He pulled back. Slammed in again. Deeper. Harder. His hips snapped against mine. The sound echoed in the room. Wet slaps. My slick made every thrust loud. Obscene.

I bit my lip. Tried to hold back sounds. Failed. Moans slipped out. Broken. Shameful.

Aurelius leaned down. His chest pressed to mine. Sweat mixed. His mouth found my neck. Teeth grazed skin. Not biting. Not yet. Just teasing.

"You like it," he growled against my throat. "Say it."

"No," I gasped.

He laughed again. Thrust harder. His knot bumped my rim. Swelling more with each stroke. Stretching me wider. Threatening to lock.

Cassian's thumb brushed my jaw. Gentle. Almost tender. It made everything worse. The contrast. The cruelty mixed with care.

Aurelius sped up. Brutal rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His cock, hard despite everything, bobbed against my stomach. Leaking. Untouched.

"Gonna knot you," Aurelius panted. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my temples.

He slammed in one last time. Deep. Deep. His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. His release flooded hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. Every spurt. My belly tightened. Full. Too full.

Aurelius groaned long and low. His body shook. The knot throbbed inside me. Tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.

He collapsed over me. Heavy. Breathing hard. His knot kept us joined. No escape.

Thorne watched. Arms crossed. Smirk on his face.

Cassian's hand slid from my throat to my hair. He stroked once. Soft. Possessive.

Aurelius lifted his head. Looked at Cassian.

"Your turn soon," he said. His voice was rough from pleasure. "He's still fighting. You'll like breaking that."

Cassian said nothing.

His amber eyes burned brighter.

The knot pulsed again.

I whimpered. My body trembled.

Overstimulated.

Overfilled.

Owned.

And it was only the second alpha.