7. Breakfast In The Alpha's Bed (3)

Her mouth descended, lips wrapping around my right nipple in a hot, wet seal. She sucked hard, tongue lashing the sensitive bud while her teeth grazed just enough to sting. The pull shot straight to my core, making my pussy clench around nothing as Thorne's mouth worked below.

He didn't let up, his tongue plunging deep into my slit, then flattening to lap at my clit with rough, insistent strokes. His beard scraped my inner thighs, adding friction that had me writhing against the furs.

Elowen switched sides, releasing my right nipple with a pop before latching onto the left. She hollowed her cheeks, drawing it deep into her mouth, sucking with a rhythm that matched Thorne's assault, pull, flick, bite.

Her free hand kneaded my other breast, pinching the slick, abandoned nipple between her fingers, rolling it until sparks danced behind my eyelids. The dual sensations overwhelmed me: her warm mouth claiming my chest, his relentless tongue fucking my pussy, lips sucking my folds until they swelled under his attention.

“That's it,” Elowen murmured against my skin, her voice a sultry command that vibrated through me. “Cum for your Alpha.”

The words shattered the last thread of control. A deep groan tore from my throat as the orgasm slammed into me, raw and unstoppable. My body seized, pussy spasming wildly against Thorne's face, juices flooding his mouth as he drank me down with greedy swallows.

Waves of pleasure ripped through me, nipples throbbing under Elowen's continued sucks, every nerve alight. I bucked helplessly, thighs clamping around his head while my hands clawed at the pelts, the peak dragging on until I gasped for air, spent and trembling.

Elowen lifted her head, her lips shiny from her efforts, a triumphant smile curving them as she licked a stray drop from her chin. “Good girl,” she purred, tracing a finger over my heaving chest, circling a reddened nipple.

She shifted slightly, her weight still pinning my upper body while Thorne pulled back, his face glistening with my release, golden eyes dark with hunger.

“Now tell me,” Elowen continued, her tone laced with dark promise, “will you love your Alpha to ruin you?”

I turned my head, meeting her gaze first, those dark eyes holding me captive then flicking to Thorne. He had risen to his knees between my spread legs, his massive cock jutting forward, thick and veined, the head flushed purple and leaking precum that dripped onto the furs.

It throbbed with each beat of his heart, a weapon of pure dominance, promising to stretch and claim.

Being fucked by the Alpha was a privilege, I thought, heat pooling anew despite the aftershocks. Hell yes to that. The idea sent a thrill through me, fear and want twisting together in my gut.

I nodded, the motion jerky and nervous, my voice caught somewhere between my pounding heart and the ache in my limbs. Elowen's smile widened, predatory and pleased, as she leaned down to brush her lips against mine in approval.

Elowen's smile lingered, her eyes gleaming with approval as she nodded to Thorne. He didn't need further invitation. His large hands gripped my hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh with bruising force, lifting me slightly as he positioned himself.

The broad head of his cock nudged against my soaked entrance, slick from his earlier attentions, and with one brutal thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside me.

I cried out, the stretch burning deliciously as his thick length filled me completely, splitting me open. He was massive, every inch pulsing with heat, veins dragging against my inner walls as he pulled back only to slam forward again.

The pace he set was merciless, hard, deep strokes that rocked my body against the furs, the bed creaking under the force. Each plunge hit that spot deep inside, sending jolts of pleasure-pain radiating through my core.

Elowen leaned over me, her dark hair cascading like a curtain as her mouth found my breast once more. She latched onto my nipple, sucking with renewed vigor, teeth nipping the tender peak while her tongue swirled in tight circles.

Her hand claimed the other breast, squeezing and tugging, heightening the overload as Thorne pounded into me. The wet slap of his hips against mine echoed in the chamber, mingling with my gasps and her soft hums of encouragement.

“Feel him,” Elowen whispered between pulls, her lips brushing my skin. “Take every inch for your Alpha.”

Thorne growled low in his throat, his scarred chest heaving as he drove harder, faster, his balls slapping against my ass with each punishing thrust. Sweat slicked his muscles, dripping onto my thighs as he claimed me like a beast in rut.

The friction built unbearably, my pussy clenching around him, milking his cock as the pressure coiled tighter. Elowen's relentless mouth on my breast pushed me over the edge her sharp bite on my nipple syncing with one particularly savage plunge from Thorne.

I shattered again, orgasm ripping through me with a scream. My walls fluttered and spasmed around his shaft, juices squirting out around where we joined, soaking his groin. Stars burst behind my eyes, body arching off the bed as waves of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me boneless and quivering.

Thorne's rhythm faltered, his thrusts erratic as he chased his own release. With a guttural roar, he yanked out, fisting his slick cock.

Hot ropes of cum erupted from him, splattering across my stomach in thick, white streaks that pooled in my navel and trailed down my sides. He stroked himself through it, milking every drop until he slumped forward, bracing on his arms above me, breath ragged.

I sighed, a deep, exhausted sound that carried both weariness and profound satisfaction. My body hummed with afterglow, limbs heavy and spent, covered in the evidence of our joining.

I had come to serve the Alpha breakfast, I thought hazily, a small smile tugging at my lips despite the ache between my legs, but instead, I left his room fucked, thoroughly, gloriously so.