Claimed by three Alphas

Aurelius's knot held for long minutes.

It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg.

Finally, the knot softened.

Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness.

Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. "Good boy. Took me like you were made for it."

I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams.

Thorne nodded toward Cassian. "Your turn."

Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable.

He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing.

He stopped between my legs and looked down at my wrecked hole. Slick and cum glistened there. Open. Reddened. Still fluttering.

He did not speak.

He never did much.

Instead, he reached down. One finger traced my stretched rim, gentle. Almost careful. The touch made me shiver. My hole clenched around nothing. More slick leaked out.

Cassian's finger slipped inside. Easy. No resistance left after the first two. He crooked it. Pressed against that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I gasped. My back arched. The straps held me down.

He added a second finger, scissoring them. Slow stretch. Opening me wider. Preparing.

His other hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. Soothing. Claiming.

Thorne and Aurelius watched, silent now, arms crossed. Waiting.

Cassian withdrew his fingers.

He unbuckled his belt. Leather whispered. Pants slid down.

His cock emerged. Long. Curved upward. Thick knot at the base, already swelling. Darker skin flushed. Veins prominent. It looked made to hit deep. To stay.

He lined up. The head nudged my entrance. Hot. Slick. Ready.

He pushed in.

Slow. Inch by inch. No rush. No violence. Just steady pressure, filling me deeper than the others. The curve dragged along my front wall, hitting that spot over and over.

I moaned. Could not stop it. Loud. Broken.

Cassian leaned forward. His long black hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the firelight. Only his amber eyes were visible, burning into mine.

He bottomed out. Hips flush. Knot bumping my rim but not forcing yet.

He stayed there. Still. Letting me feel every inch. Every throb.

Then he moved.

Slow rolls. Deep thrusts. Controlled. Precise. Each one aimed to rub that spot, to build the fire slow and steady.

My cock leaked steadily now. Untouched. Dripping onto my stomach.

My hole gripped him, trying to keep him inside.

Pleasure coiled tight. Too much. Not enough.

Cassian's hand slid to my throat again, thumb pressing my pulse. Felt it race.

His other hand wrapped around my cock, first touch there. Firm. Slow strokes matching his thrusts.

I cried out, body jerking against the straps.

He sped up just enough. Thrusts deeper. Knot swelling bigger. Bumping harder. Threatening.

I shook my head. Tears streamed. "No... too much..."

Cassian leaned closer. His breath ghosted my lips.

For the first time, he spoke. Voice low. Rough. Barely a whisper.

"Mine."

One final deep thrust.

His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat flooded me again. Thick ropes of release filled what space was left. My belly swelled slightly. Overfull. Owned.

Cassian stayed buried. Knot pulsing. Hand still stroking my cock in slow pulls.

I shattered.

Orgasm hit hard. White-hot. Vision blurred. Body convulsing. Cum shot across my chest in weak spurts. Hole clenching around his knot. Milking him.

He did not move. Just held me through it. Hand on my throat. Eyes locked on mine.

Silent. Possessive. Complete.

When my tremors faded, he lowered his head. Pressed his forehead to mine.

Still inside. Still locked. Still owning.

Thorne's voice cut through the haze. Low. Satisfied.

"All three of us now. You're marked. Claimed."

Aurelius chuckled. "Welcome to the triad, little omega."

Cassian said nothing more.

He just stayed. Deep. Locked.

Letting me feel it. Letting me know.

There was no escape.