Full moan-4

He swirled his tongue around the opening of my vagina, cleaning away every trace he could reach, his breathing becoming just as ragged as mine.

"Does it feel good, Willow?" he murmured, his tongue flicking against my clit one more time. "Does it feel better to have someone be gentle with you after what he did?"

"It feels... amazing," I choked out, my head falling back against the pillow.

The contrast was staggering. Where the Alpha had been a storm of teeth and relentless force, Rox was a slow, steady burn. He didn't answer with words; instead, he buried his face deeper, his tongue flattened as he began to lick me in long, rhythmic upward strokes. He was drinking me in, his throat working as he swallowed the Alpha's mark along with my own rising heat.

He moved his hands from my thighs to my hips, his fingers digging in just enough to hold me steady as his tongue darted inside my opening. He worked it like a finger, mimicking the motion of a slow thrust, swirling around the entrance to catch every bit of the thick, lingering slickness.

"I can't get enough of this," he whispered against my wet skin, his voice vibrating through my sensitive nerves. "You're so responsive, Willow. I can feel your muscles twitching, trying to milk my tongue."

He began to focus his attention back on my clit, but this time he didn't just lick. He took the swollen bud between his lips and began to suck rhythmically, his tongue flicking rapidly underneath in a frantic, humming motion. The pleasure was concentrated, a sharp, white-hot point that started to drown out the dull ache in my hips.

I began to arch off the bed, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. I didn't want him to stop; I wanted him to drain me, to soothe the frantic energy the Alpha had left humming in my blood.

"That's it," Rox urged, his voice a low growl against my thigh. "Just let it happen. I've got you. I'm going to make sure you're completely clean and completely spent before he ever steps foot back in this house."

He increased the pressure, his suction growing stronger and more desperate. The wet sounds of his mouth filled the small room, competing with the heavy thud of my heart. I was reaching that familiar ledge again, the tension in my belly coiling tight, but this time it felt like honey, thick, sweet, and golden.

"Rox... please," I whimpered, my legs shaking uncontrollably in his grip.

He didn't let up. He kept the pace steady and mercilessly thorough, his tongue working with a precision that only someone who had spent years wanting me could achieve. He knew exactly where to press, exactly how hard to suck, until my vision started to blur at the edges.

My eyes snapped open, my heart nearly stopping as the sound of the door closing echoed through the room. I tried to scramble back, my face burning with a new, sharper kind of shame, but Rox’s grip on my thighs tightened. He didn't let me move; instead, he pushed my knees further apart, exposing me completely to the two men now standing over my bed.

"How is it?" Eric’s voice was low, devoid of the anger he’d shown downstairs. Now, it was filled with a dark, clinical fascination.

Rox didn’t stop his work entirely; he just pulled back enough to let out a breathy laugh, his face still slick with my moisture and the Alpha's scent. "Look at it," Rox urged, his voice thick. "See how well-fucked she looks. He didn't hold back at all."

Eric stepped closer, his shadow falling over my splayed body. He wasn't looking at me with disgust, he was looking at me like I was a prized possession, a vessel for something greater than our small, miserable family.

"Good," Eric murmured, his gaze fixed on my swollen center. "Was his seed deep inside of her?"

"Yes, Eric," Rox rasped, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. "It was so deep and raw. He filled her to the brim. I can still taste the power in it."

I felt like I was drowning in the intensity of the room. My brother, the only person who had ever protected me, was now standing there, watching his best friend worship the mess another man had left inside me.

"Good girl," Eric said softly. He reached out, his large hand resting on top of my head, his fingers threading through my tangled hair in a gesture that was strangely comforting and terrifying all at once. "Open your mouth, Willow. This will make you conceive. It’ll make sure the Alpha’s pup takes root."

He held something out—a small, dark vial of concentrated herbs, the real reason he’d likely kept the others away.

"Fuck," I let out, a choked, broken sound, just as Rox suddenly latched back onto my clit, sucking with a violent, hard pressure that sent a lightning bolt of pure sensation through my core. My hips bucked off the bed, my back arching as the double assault of Eric’s intense gaze and Rox’s hungry mouth pushed me straight toward a shattering peak.

I opened my mouth as Eric commanded, my breath hitching as the bitter, earthy liquid from the vial hit my tongue. It burned slightly as it went down, a sharp contrast to the sweet, wet heat Rox was creating between my legs.

"Drink it all," Eric whispered, his eyes locked on mine, watching for the swallow. "This will keep his seed alive inside you. It will make your womb a garden for him."

As the last drop disappeared, Rox’s tongue turned into a blurring frenzy. He wasn't being gentle anymore; he was sucking with a desperate, rhythmic force, his cheeks hollowing out as he pulled at me. The sensation was overwhelming, the bitterness of the herbs in my throat, the weight of Eric’s hand on my head, and the raw, localized explosion of Rox’s mouth.

My internal walls began to twitch and clench, trying to hold onto the phantom fullness of the Alpha while Rox’s tongue drove me over the edge.

"She’s close," Rox grunted against my skin, his hands bruising my hips as he held me open for Eric to see. "Look, Eric... look how she’s pulsing."

"I see it," Eric replied, his voice a low, vibrating rumble. "Let it go, Willow. Take it all. The Alpha’s gift and Rox’s tongue. Give us that pup."

That was the breaking point. The tension that had been coiling since I woke up in that hut finally snapped. I let out a jagged, high-pitched scream, my fingers digging into the mattress as my body was racked by a violent, toe-curling climax. It felt like I was being turned inside out.

Rox didn't pull away; he pressed his face harder against me, drinking in the fresh wave of my release as I sobbed from the sheer intensity of it. I felt every muscle in my abdomen contract, pulling deep, as if the herbs were already working, anchoring the Alpha's legacy inside me.

As the tremors slowly subsided, leaving me limp and gasping, Rox finally sat back on his heels. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, looking up at Eric with a dazed, triumphant expression.

"She's done," Rox panted. "She's primed."

Eric looked down at me, his hand still resting on my head. There was a new, frighteningly calm light in his eyes. "Now we just wait for the sun to go down," he said softly. "Because when he smells what we’ve done, how we’ve tended to his mark, he won’t just take you. He’ll claim this entire house."

"Kiss me," I breathed, my voice barely a whisper as I looked up at Eric’s lips. I had spent years wondering, tucked away in the shadows of this house, what he would taste like. Now, with the Alpha’s scent still heavy in the air and Rox between my legs, the world felt tilted on its axis.

Eric didn't hesitate. His head dropped, his lips crashing against mine in a hard, punishing kiss that tasted of iron and salt. It wasn't the slow, exploratory kiss of a brother; it was the kiss of a man teaching his sister. At the same time, his hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my clit and rubbing with a heavy, rhythmic pressure.

"This is for being a good girl," he murmured against my mouth, his voice dark and rough. "For taking the Alpha’s cock like you were born for it."

"Ah... ah! Go faster, brother," I cried out, my head tossing back on the pillow. The double sensation was too much, the friction of his thumb sending sparks through my already overstimulated nerves. "I so much love this!"

Rox, still on his knees, gripped my ankles and pushed my legs even wider, a proud, twisted smile on his face as he watched Eric work. "She’s so beautiful, Eric," he whispered, his eyes dark with a mix of worship and hunger. "Look at her."

"Hmm," my brother hummed into the next kiss, his tongue tangling with mine as his hand became a blur of motion between my thighs.

Desperate for more, my hand traveled down to the waistband of his pants. I needed to feel him, to know the weight of the brother who had always been my protector. When my fingers closed around him, I gasped. He was big, thick and pulsing with life, but as my mind flashed back to the hut, I knew he wasn't as massive as the man in the woods. Nothing could compare to the Alpha's sheer, bone-stretching size.

"Hmm, hmm..." I kept moaning, my hips bucking against Eric’s hand, my own fingers tightening around him in a rhythmic grip.

Rox leaned forward, his gaze shifting to the curve of my hips and the tight, untouched skin behind my center. "Can we take her ass?" he asked, his voice shaking with a sudden, desperate need.

"No," Eric replied instantly, pulling back from the kiss but not stopping the friction of his hand. "The Alpha would know. He’s marked her womb and her scent, if we break the skin there, he’ll smell the change the moment he walks through that door. We keep her ready for him, and only him."

Eric’s thumb never slowed, circling my clit with a ruthless, steady friction that kept me hovering right on the edge of another collapse. I squeezed his length in my hand, feeling the heavy throb of his pulse against my palm. The room felt small, thick with the scent of the three of us and the overwhelming, dominant musk of the Alpha that still refused to fade.

"You like that, don't you?" Eric growled, leaning down so his hot breath brushed against my ear. "Knowing you're being taken care of while you carry his legacy."

"Yes," I whimpered, my legs shaking in Rox’s firm grip. My body felt like it didn't belong to me anymore; it was a vessel, a prize, a sacred thing being prepared for a god.

Rox leaned in, pressing his forehead against my inner thigh, his eyes fixed on where Eric’s hand was working me. "She’s so wet again," Rox whispered, his voice sounding dazed. "Even after everything the Alpha did to her, she’s still begging for more."

"She’s a natural," Eric said, his voice dripping with a dark kind of pride. He leaned back just enough to look down at me, his eyes dark and commanding. "Keep going, Willow. Stroke me. I want to feel how much you want to stay in this family, even when he takes you away to the pack house."

I moved my hand faster, my breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Every time my brother’s thumb pressed down, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot straight to the core where the Alpha had left his mark. I could feel the heaviness in my womb, a dull, warm ache that seemed to pulse in time with pleasure.

"He's going to be so pleased with you," Rox murmured, reaching up to stroke my hair away from my sweaty face. "When he sees how we've kept you ready... how we've made sure you're soft and open for him.”

"I want to fuck her so badly, Eric," Rox hissed, his voice cracking with the strain of his restraint. "I want to fill her with my seed. I have a vial—a masking tonic. We can use it to hide our scent. The Alpha won’t know. He won't smell a thing but himself."

Eric’s head snapped toward his friend, his eyes wide. "Why didn't you just say that before?" he demanded, the clinical detachment in his voice replaced by a sudden, sharp hunger. "Quick, bring it!"

Rox didn't need to be told twice. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, amber-colored bottle. He ripped the cork off with his teeth and took a long, deep swallow before passing it to Eric. Eric downed a mouthful, his throat working as he consumed the pungent liquid, and then he pressed the vial to my lips.

"Drink, Willow," he commanded. "Drink it all."