CHAPTER TWO: POWER OF A TIGHT BUSSY

Niall Alcott

THEIR pheromones reeked of Alphas. Three Alphas in the same room with an omega battling heat.

My head grew heavy and I stumbled back. "No, I'm not…"

The alcohol wasn't helping matters either. When I reopened my eyes, the dark blonde alpha had gone to take the middle seat.

I watched the three of them, beautiful in their distinctive manners. The one to the left was shorter in height, hence broader in frame. His muscles were wider, defined, veins poking out of every part of his body, and his cock was the thickest, with veins shooting out from the base to the tip.

His short black hair and sharp features rendered him flawless.

Then the one to the right unsettled me most. Those narrowing eyes of his lunged for my soul. Seemingly the oldest, he watched me with a different kind of interest. Taller than the other two, his hair was dark silver and he was built more like a man who had seen many battles.

Narrow waist, tight yet full pecs with evident nipples. His milky skin left him alluring, with his cock rather long and resting along the couch, settled to the left so his balls could breathe.

The room grew smaller and I realised my feet wouldn't move. Their pheromones hit me all at once. In that moment, heat pooled through me.

Like sweat seeping out of skin pores, I felt something wet behind me. I was still wondering what was happening to my body, inexperienced in every sense, when two of them stood.

The one in the middle who had spoken earlier muttered. "I would rather like to watch."

"Take it off." The silver haired Alpha spoke.

I resisted, forcing my body to get out of there instantly. But with their touch, my walls came crashing down.

A single stifled moan escaped me. Shutting my eyes, I fell into the arms of one while the other stripped me. Starting with my shirt, he had it off within seconds.

Four hands on my skin, my body burned like fire. Sweet, electric, it reeled me deeper into their dark world.

My lips parted wide, unable to hold my moans any longer. The wetness was intensifying. Deep inside my mind, where a small conscience still lived, I cursed myself.

This was meant for Alpha Steele.

Yet, I was giving it to these men. They had stirred me into heat.

The silver haired Alpha came before me and pulled my hair back, causing my face to turn heavenward. His tall frame brought his face close to mine and he captured my lips in a fierce kiss.

Hungry like he had fought famine for centuries, he explored the deeper parts of my mouth. His tongue stroked my throat, drawing out my saliva only to use it to wet my parted lips. Leaving me breathless and my head spinning, I jolted when I heard the sound.

My pants, torn apart.

The black haired Alpha was behind me. He had exposed my thong to his eyes.

"Ooh, we have a well-prepared meal." He teased while the silver haired lightly slapped me, drawing more heat to my face.

They were rough in a gentle manner. Just enough to send me to the brink without actually tipping me over.

My cheeks bounced when he spanked them, his eyes squinting as he leaned closer and sniffed deep.

"Fuck, he smells good."

"And he tastes good." The silver haired agreed. "You are missing out." He directed to the one still seated.

My eyes shot to him. He was watching with immense interest. Those hazel eyes of his, bright in the candlelight to the side, held something clear. The beast in him wanted to take over but he savoured the thrill. The ‘almost’ sensation.

He trailed his hands down his own body, letting me watch how his muscles relaxed only to constrict again, his abs parting before pressing back into each other. His cock throbbed, its head nudging into my line of sight. Craving entrance. Craving a hole.

And then the black haired parted my cheeks and gave me a long, slow lick. Every one of my senses heightened in that moment.

The silver haired chuckled. "Take it easy on our feast. He looks like he might faint."

I couldn't care about their mockery of my innocence.

"Ooh, he proved you wrong," said the black haired as my hand dug into his hair and shoved him back between my cheeks.

He ate me like I was a cake given to him without cutlery. Starving, he was nose deep. Sniffing me as he ate me clean. His tongue twirled around the entrance, hitting every nerve and leaving me clenching before he parted my cheeks and poked in.

I shot up, gasping, only to end up pressed against the silver haired who had found my lips his to devour.

They feasted on both my mouth and my ass for what felt like hours, bending me over so that the silver haired sat on the centre sandalwood table, leaving my hole exposed and vulnerable. Behind me, he drew the string of my thong over my entrance and used his finger to poke at it, and when he pulled the fabric away, the roughness dragged my slick with it. He sniffed it and exhaled with satisfaction.

"Now, game time." Said the dark blonde as he approached. He scooped the endless pool of slick streaming down my thighs and cupped it over his cock.

The curved, heavy meat of his throbbed, more blood rushing in, and he raised his head as he gasped.

"Fuck…" Going back to his seat, he began to stroke himself slowly, patiently, waiting for the momentum to build properly.

Behind me, something thick and wide slapped against my cheeks. So heavy it pressed down on my skin.

"I can't…"

His length stroked up and down my entrance as he muttered. "Yes, you can, darling."

"Let me shut him up for you, brother."

Brothers? They were brothers?

Too perfectly in sync, the silver haired gathered every strand of my hair in his grip, pressed his cock to my lips until I opened, and shoved himself down my throat.

My eyes watered instantly as I gagged. Yet there was no mercy.

I had invited this anyway. I had to see it through.

As though they had not already undone me completely, the one behind me slowly thrust in. He took his time, careful in his approach. I had almost relaxed when he kept entering, deeper and deeper, until he filled me to the very end.

My cock throbbed as blood rushed through my length and a chill settled across my back. I felt it, my g-spot. It arrived with a shiver that made my back arch but he pressed me back down.

He thrust in again, groaning behind me. "Ooh, fuck. So fucking…ah, so tight." 

Satisfaction dripped off his tongue.

The alcohol had somehow left my body more prepared than I could have ever imagined my first time to be. My throat gracefully adjusted to taking the silver haired like a morsel I suddenly knew how to swallow. While for the black haired, my hole stretched to accommodate his fat cock.

He thrust in harder, faster, his movement now smooth. His balls slapped against mine while my ass drove back against him. Skin against skin, more chills hit me hard and I began to shiver as a buildup settled deep in my core.

It kept building as I kept sucking, making the silver haired jerk when I twirled my tongue around his head, my saliva painting my nose and jaw.

Then came the urge to release it all.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" I shook, jerking as liquid trickled down my cock.

"Yes, fucking squirt for me. You feeling that, uh?"

He wouldn't stop. He intensified his approach and then the silver haired Alpha pulled out and groaned.

"Fuck, I'm coming." He stroked himself once, twice, releasing warm cum across my face.

The black haired slammed in one more time and I properly came, shaking even harder than before. My thighs nearly gave out.

In the distance, the dark blonde Alpha trembled on his seat, gripping the armrest as he released onto his arm.

Finally, the black haired spurted cum across my back.

But I wanted more of that pressure, wanted it to reach its absolute peak, and I grabbed his cock and shoved him back inside me.

I groaned as my head dropped onto the thighs of the silver haired.

The black haired thrust a few more times, pleasurable pain settling in deep, and when I was satisfied, his cock slipped out of me gracefully.

I sank to my knees on the floor as the three of them came to stand before me.

My head still fuzzy, half-hoping this was nothing more than a dream, a question slipped out of me.

"Who are you?"

My eyes moved through the three of them.

"I am Xander." Said the Alpha with the dark blonde hair. Then he pointed to the black haired Alpha. "This is Cyrus." And lastly to the silver haired. "And this is Lucious."

I had never heard these names within the pack. As though they had read my mind, he continued.

"We are the Caldwell Brothers."

"The Caldwell?" I tasted the name.

I had seen that somewhere…

I had read that…

I had…

I slept off.