Chapter 209: They were Her Alphas 18+
The knowledge that she is newly pregnant only seemed to fuel their possessiveness.
"Inside and out," Lucan purred against her inner thigh, his feline eyes gleaming with mischief and desire. "We’re going to make sure every part of you is covered in us again."
Felicity could only nod, words escaping her as another wave of pleasure built within her core. After the terror of separation, being surrounded by her husband’s protective presence was everything she needed. Their scent, their touch, their possession, it was coming home in the most primal way possible.
She moaned, her fox ears twitching, the soft fur brushing against the pillow. God, she thought, I’ve missed this, missed them. The kidnapping had left her feeling empty, violated, but now? Now she was theirs again, and the possessiveness in Victor’s eyes made her pussy clench around his invading fingers.
Voss leaned in from behind, his hot breath on her neck as his tongue traced her spine, tasting the salt of her skin. "You smell wrong," he murmured, his analytical mind turning primal. "Like strangers. We’re fixing that." His hands gripped her hips, pulling her ass back against his hardening cock, the rough of his pants scraping her bare skin.
Felicity arched, a whimper escaping her lips as Damien’s mouth descended on her breast, sucking her nipple hard enough to make it pebble under his teeth. The wet heat of his tongue, the sharp nip—fuck, it was overwhelming. Her tail swished wildly, brushing against Ivan’s thigh where he knelt at the foot of the bed, his massive hand stroking his thick shaft, pre-cum glistening at the tip. His eyes burned with that intense, possessive fire, watching her like she was his entire world.
"Look at you, all flushed and needy," Ivan rumbled, his voice deep and commanding. "Gonna fill you up, mark you inside out."
Exile growled from her other side, his strong fingers kneading her ass cheeks, spreading them just enough to tease the tight ring there.
Lucan, ever the tease, nuzzled her inner thigh, his feline eyes gleaming as his tongue flicked out to lap at her juices leaking from her pussy. The taste of her sweet and tangy made him hum in approval. "So wet already, bunny. You missed our cocks, didn’t you? You were never prey, you were the prize."
The low groans of men holding back their urges.
Her skin tingled everywhere they touched, Lucan’s callused fingers pumping deeper and tongue licking her wet lips.
Voss’s lips sucking a bruise into her shoulder,
Damien switched to her other breast with a hungry suckle.
Exile’s grip tightened, one finger circling her back entrance,
pressing just enough to make her gasp.
"Please," she finally begged, her voice breathy and desperate. Inner turmoil swirled. Part of her still trembled from the fear of being taken, but this raw reclaiming made her feel safe, desired, owned. They were her alphas, her protectors, and she craved their dominance like air.
Lucan dove in harder without hesitation, his tongue spearing into her pussy, lapping at her core, truly eating her out, while Victor rubbed her clit in tight circles.
The dual assault had her bucking, her hands fisting the sheets. Waves of heat built low in her belly, her thighs quivering as Exile finally pushed a lubed finger into her ass, stretching her with slow, deliberate thrusts. "Fuck, yes," she moaned, the burn turning to bliss as he added a second finger.
Damien captured her mouth in a bruising kiss, tasting of mint and her own arousal from earlier, his tongue fucking her mouth in rhythm with Lucan’s.
They repositioned her seamlessly, like a well-oiled machine of lust. Ivan pulled her onto all fours, his cock slapping against her cheek, thick, veined, and demanding. "Suck it for daddy," he ordered, his voice laced with that jealous edge. "Show me you’re mine." She obeyed eagerly, wrapping her lips around his tip, the salty tang of pre-cum exploding on her tongue. He groaned, threading fingers through her blonde hair, guiding her deeper as she hollowed her cheeks "If you disappear again, I’m not looking for you. I’m hunting whoever took you."
Voss slid beneath her, his cock nudging her entrance. "Ride me, my angel," he demanded, and she sank down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch her walls. The fullness was exquisite, her inner muscles fluttering around him.
Exile didn’t wait, pressing his cock against her ass, "Breathe, baby," he growled, pushing in slowly. The stretch burned, then bloomed into pleasure as he bottomed out, sandwiched between him and Voss. They found a rhythm, thrusting in tandem, their bodies slapping against hers with wet, obscene sounds. Felicity’s moans vibrated around Ivan’s cock, her tail curling around Exile’s wrist like a leash. Victor and Damien knelt on either side, stroking themselves, their hands roaming her body, pinching nipples, and spanking her ass lightly to make her clench.
Victor praised, his voice rough. "Taking us so well. You’re our perfect little fox, aren’t you? You’re safe because we’re here. Remember that." The words sent a thrill through her; her pussy gushed around Voss.
Lucan watched, edging himself with slow strokes, his eyes dark with hunger. "Gonna paint that pretty face soon," he promised.
The middle of their frenzy built like a storm. Sweat slicked their skin, the air thick with the scent of sex musk, salt,
Felicity’s world narrowed to sensations: the dual cocks pounding her holes, stretching her to the limit; Ivan’s thickness hitting the back of her throat, making her gag deliciously; hands everywhere, rough and tender. Inner thoughts raced. I’m theirs, completely. No one else can have me. The possessiveness fueled her, her body climbing toward release. "Harder," she gasped around Ivan, pulling off to beg. "Fuck me as you own me." They did, Exile spanking her ass harder, the sharp sting making her cry out in ecstasy.
Voss thrust up brutally, hitting that spot inside her that made stars burst behind her eyes. Damien leaned in, whispering dirty nothings: "You’re dripping for us, aren’t you? Gonna come with two cocks buried in you?"