Heatbound

I obeyed the Alpha’s command when he told me to go to my room. Of course I did. He is the Alpha and no one disobeys his orders. Even though every screaming instinct inside me wanted to scream NO,  to strip right there, right then, and beg both men to fuck my dripping pussy open until I couldn’t remember my own name.

I came here to crash at Zuta’s place for the weekend. Just girl time, bad movies, maybe sneaking some of her dad’s expensive whiskey while she pretends not to notice. Relax. Unwind. Not this.

Not waking up in the middle of the night drenched between my thighs, hips grinding mindlessly against the pillow I shoved between my legs sometime in my sleep. Not whimpering “Alpha… please…” like some desperate, broken thing. Not realizing—too late—that the scent pouring off me isn’t just arousal. My heat isn’t ordinary. It’s corrupt, it is full, vicious, clawing heat. And it smells like an invitation. Like mine.

The door slams open so hard the frame cracks.

Alpha Kade stands there, chest heaving, eyes already blown black with rut. His snarl vibrates through the room, low and lethal. “Fuck.” One word. That is all it takes.

He crosses the space in two strides. My fucking Moon Goddess. The smell of my arousal won’t let him stay away. He came back. He could not resist.

My body arches toward him like it recognizes its owner. He grabs my ankle, yanks me down the mattress until my ass hangs off the edge. My sleep shirt rides up; no panties. Slick coats my inner thighs, glistening in the moonlight.

“You think you can perfume my house like this and I won’t claim what’s leaking for me?” His voice is gravelly. He doesn’t wait for an answer. Big hands flip me onto my stomach, shove my face into the sheets that already reek of my own desperation.

I hear him rip his clothes off and feel his heavy, thick cock notch against me—thick, hot, already leaking pre-cum—and then he thrusts. One brutal stroke buries him to the root. I scream into the cotton, back bowing, walls fluttering around the sudden stretch. He doesn’t give me time to adjust. He fucks me like punishment. Like ownership. Each snap of his hips drives deeper, the wet slap of skin on skin obscene in the quiet house.

“Take it,” he growls, fingers bruising my hips. “Every fucking inch, little Omega. This cunt was begging for Alpha cock the second you stepped through my door.”

Tears stream down my face, not from pain, not really. From how good it feels. From how my body melts around him, slick gushing with every punishing drive. I claw the sheets, moaning his name like a prayer. “Kade… Alpha. please—”

He laughs, dark and feral. “Begging already? You’re dripping so much I could drown in you.” His pace turns ruthless. The base of him starts to swell—I feel it, that impossible thickening—and panic spikes through the haze.

“No—wait—it’s too—”

“Too late.” He slams forward, forcing the knot past my entrance in one cruel push. The stretch burns, then blooms into white-hot pleasure so intense my vision blacks out for a second. Locked. Tied. His knot pulses inside me, sealing every drop as he comes in thick, scalding ropes. I feel it flood me—hot, endless, claiming. My own orgasm rips through me like lightning, walls milking him desperately while I sob into the mattress.

He doesn’t pull out. Can’t. Instead, he drapes over me, teeth grazing my neck, rumbling praise against my skin. “Good girl. So fucking full of me already.”

I’m still trembling, still leaking around the knot, when the door opens again.

Marius.

The rogue king doesn’t knock. Doesn’t ask. He just steps inside, nostrils flaring at the obscene mix of scents, Kade’s release, my slick, the raw bite of fresh claiming.

“Already knotted her?” Marius’s voice is silk over steel. “Greedy bastard.”

Kade snarls without moving, knot still throbbing. “She’s mine.”

Marius’s laugh is low, dangerous. “Not if I make her mine first.”

He moves like a predator. Kade growls but can’t do more than pin me harder while Marius rips the sheets aside. My wrists are yanked above my head, tied to the headboard with his belt in seconds, rough leather biting skin. I whimper, oversensitive, dripping Kade’s cum down my thighs.

“Look at you,” Marius murmurs, dragging two fingers through the mess leaking from where Kade still locks me. “Still clenching on his knot and already weeping for another.” He shoves those slick fingers into my mouth. I suck instinctively, tasting both of them. “That’s it. Clean up your mess, little slut.”

Kade finally softens enough to slip free with a wet pop. Cum gushes out, thick, pearly, and Marius catches it on his palm, smears it back inside me with brutal fingers. Three at once. I buck, crying out around the belt he shoves between my teeth next.

“Gonna open you wider,” he promises. “Make sure you feel us both.”

He doesn’t ease in. He spears me. Longer than Kade, thicker at the head, and he fucks like he’s angry, like he hates how good I feel wrapped around him. Each thrust shoves Kade’s release deeper, mixing with fresh slick. I scream around the gag, body jerking with every punishing stroke.

Kade watches, eyes blazing, hand fisted around his reviving cock. “Fuck her harder. Make her scream my name while you’re inside her. I’m going to fuck that sweet pussy again when you’re done.”

Marius obliges. He grips my throat, tilts my head back so I have to look at him while he rails me. “Say it,” he snarls. “Who’s knotting this greedy hole next?”

I can’t speak around the belt, only whine. He rips it free.

“You,” I gasp. “Both—fuck—both of you—”

His knot catches, swells, and forces its way in. Bigger stretch. Deeper burn. I come again, harder this time, gushing around him as he locks and floods me. Pulse after pulse. So much it leaks out around the seal, dripping down to soak the sheets.

They stay like that, Kade at my head now, fingers in my hair, Marius still knotted deep, breathing hard. Growling at each other over my body like wolves circling the same kill.

“She’s bonding us,” Kade rasps, almost reverent. “Feel that? Her heat’s… spreading. Corrupting.”

Marius’s hand slides down, presses against my lower belly where I feel them both, impossibly full. “Then we keep her. Share her. Fight over whose seed takes first.”

I whimper, hips twitching despite the overstimulation. More. I need more. Their scents wrap around me like chains, possessive, jealous, mine.

Kade leans down, teeth grazing my ear. “You’re not leaving this bed until we’ve both knotted you again. Until you’re so full of us you can’t walk. Until every Alpha in a hundred miles knows exactly who you belong to.”

Marius’s knot pulses once more, drawing another broken moan from me. “And when we’re done?” he murmurs. “We’ll do it all over again.”

I arch into their touches, slick and cum and heat and them.