His Three Alphas
Lucien stroked himself and watched.
“Look how well he takes us,” Lucien said. “Even when he can barely move.”
Rowan pulled off Dante’s cock just long enough to speak.
“I want it,” he said, looking up at all three of them. “I want all of your cum inside me. Please.”
Dante brushed sweat-damp hair from Rowan’s forehead.
“You will have it,” he promised. “Again and again.”
By the third day, the room smelled like sex and sweat and magic. The sheets were ruined. Their bodies were marked with bites and fingerprints and bruises. None of them cared.