fucked raw by the Alpha we Drugged

We Drugged the Alpha

Chapter 3

The knot locked inside me just as Rylan’s eyes went fully clear.

Gold. Sharp. Furious.

His hands clamped down on my hips hard enough to bruise bone. I was still shaking through the first pulse of his release when he growled — low, deep, and completely awake.

“You little fucking shits.”

I tried to lift off. The knot held me sealed tight. Fresh cum was already flooding me so deep I felt it in my stomach. Rylan sat up in one violent motion, still buried inside me, and the change in angle made me cry out. His teeth found the side of my throat and bit down — not a mating mark. A warning. Hard enough to break skin. Hard enough to make me go still.

Cass and Jonah had scrambled back against the far wall of the den, both of them still dripping, eyes wide. The scent of three Omegas in full heat and an Alpha’s rage mixed into something thick and dangerous.

Rylan’s voice was pure gravel.

“You drugged me. You used me. You took my knot like a pair of bitches in heat and thought I’d just sleep through it.”

Neither of them answered.

He looked at me — still locked on his cock, trembling, blood sliding down my neck from the bite — and the fury in his eyes turned darker.

“You were the one who didn’t want to,” he said. “And yet here you are. Full of me. Shaking for it.”

I couldn’t speak. The heat was still burning through me, and every pulse of his knot against that spot inside me made coherent thought impossible.

Rylan’s hands slid up my back, gripped my shoulders, and flipped us in one brutal motion. My back hit the couch. He stayed buried deep, knot still swollen, and started grinding into me in short, punishing thrusts that dragged against my oversensitive walls. I came again with a broken sound, hole clenching around him, more slick pouring out around the seal of his knot.

He didn’t stop.

When the knot finally softened enough, he pulled out only long enough to grab Cass by the hair and drag him forward.

“You first,” he growled. “Since you were so eager to start this.”

Cass didn’t fight. He was too far gone. Rylan bent him over the arm of the couch, shoved back inside him in one hard thrust, and fucked him with none of the earlier dazed gentleness. It was pure punishment — deep, relentless, the wet sound of it filthy. Cass came twice before Rylan knotted him again, flooding him a second time while Cass sobbed into the cushions.

Jonah tried to back away.

Rylan’s hand shot out, caught him by the ankle, and dragged him across the floor.

“You smiled when you opened my belt,” Rylan said. “Smile now.”

He took Jonah on the floor, one hand around the Omega’s throat, the other holding his hips in place while he drove into him hard enough that Jonah’s cries turned hoarse. The second knot of the night for Jonah locked in place while the Omega came untouched, body shaking apart under the Alpha’s weight.

Then Rylan came back to me.

I was still on the couch, legs weak, hole fluttering around nothing, cum and slick dripping down my thighs in thick lines. Rylan looked at the mess between my legs and something almost cruel settled in his expression.

“You don’t get to come again until I say,” he told me. “And you’re going to take every knot I give you until this heat is burned out of all three of you.”

He flipped me onto my stomach, dragged my hips up, and pushed back inside in one long, ruthless stroke. The stretch was sharper this time — I was already swollen and sensitive from the first knotting. He didn’t care. He fucked me like he was trying to carve his anger into my body, one hand in my hair, the other reaching under to stroke my cock in tight, mean pulls that kept me right on the edge without letting me fall.

“Beg,” he ordered against the back of my neck.

“Please—”

“Please what?”

“Please let me come. Please knot me. Please— I can’t—”

He bit down on the same place he’d marked earlier and finally shoved me over the edge. I came so hard my vision went white, hole clamping down around him just as the next knot swelled and locked. Rylan flooded me again, growling through it, grinding deep until every pulse was forced inside.

He kept us there for hours.

Three Omegas. One furious Alpha. Knot after knot. The den filled with the wet sounds of it, the broken moans, the thick scent of heat and release. Whenever one of us tried to sag or pull away, Rylan dragged us back into place and reminded us exactly who we had decided to use.

By the time the first edge of the heat finally started to loosen its claws, I was barely conscious. My body ached in places I didn’t know could ache. Cum leaked out of me every time I shifted. Cass and Jonah were in the same state — marked, used, thoroughly punished.

Rylan sat back against the couch at last, chest heaving, gold eyes still burning as he looked at the three of us collapsed around him.

“Next time you decide to drug your Alpha,” he said, voice rough and final, “remember how this ended.”

He reached out, dragged me into his lap one more time, and pushed back inside my loose, swollen hole with a low sound of pure possession.

“Because I’m not done with any of you yet.”

And he proved it until the sun came up.