Chapter 49: Double Trouble
Ezra’s growl deepens, vibrating through his chest and into my body where we’re still connected. Canines elongated, eyes blazing pure amber. He’s magnificent and terrifying, every inch the apex predator, and he’s positioned over me, ready to tear apart anyone who tries to take me from him.
I can’t let this spiral. Can’t let the pack fracture over me.
"Hey," I whisper, reaching up to cup his face. "Look at me."
He doesn’t. His eyes are locked on Leo, the challenge written in every line of his body, the way his hands are clenched into fists, in the amber bleeding into his own eyes.
"Ezra." I stroke my thumbs along his cheekbones, feeling the tension thrumming through him. "Please. Look at me."
Maybe the plea in my voice, maybe the calming energy I’m trying to push into him, something breaks through. His gaze snaps down to mine, and the feral intensity in there makes my breath catch. He’s barely holding on, barely human.
I lean up and press my lips to his. Even with his teeth still bared, he stills, a shocked sound rumbling in his chest. I kiss him softly, gently, my lips moving against his in stark contrast to the brutal fucking we just finished. I kiss the corner of his mouth, his jaw, back to his lips.
"It’s okay," I whisper against his mouth. "I’m okay. We’re okay."
His breathing is harsh, panting, his chest heaving against mine. But I feel the moment something shifts. I slide my hands into his hair, the dark strands thick and slightly damp with sweat, and I stroke slowly, soothingly.
"Just breathe." I murmur. "Feel me. Not going anywhere."
Another growl rumbles through him, but it’s different no, less aggressive, more possessive. Protective rather than threatening. I keep stroking his hair, whispering soft reassurances, and gradually, gradually, feel him start to calm.
His eyes flutter closed. His breathing evens out. The tension in his massive body eases incrementally, though he doesn’t move from his position over me, his cock still buried deep inside my pussy.
"Right here, Ezra." I whisper, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
Now that the immediate danger of pack violence has passed, I become acutely aware of our position. His cock is still inside me, still thick and hard, his knot pressed against my entrance, I’m full of his cum, can feel it leaking out around his shaft, coating my thighs. And I need to move, need to ease the pressure, need—
I try to shuffle backward, to ease him out of me.
The sound that rips from Ezra’s throat is intense. His eyes snap open, and his hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. He holds me in place, his cock driving deeper, and I gasp at the sensation.
"Don’t," he snarls.
"Ezra, I just—"
"Stay," His hips flex, grinding his cock deeper, and I moan despite myself. He’s getting hard again, impossibly, his shaft thickening inside my already oversensitive pussy. "Not done with you."
The possessive declaration has me clamping round him, even as I’m aware of the audience.
Leo’s moved closer to the bed, and now I can see him properly. He’s wearing only a towel wrapped around his hips, and it’s doing absolutely nothing to hide his arousal. His cock is hard, pressing against the fabric, creating an obscene tent. He’s panting, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his pupils blown so wide his eyes look black with just a ring of amber around the edges.
He looks feral. Barely controlled. Seconds away from claiming me himself.
And god help me, I want him to.
I want them all. Want to be claimed by every single one of my alphas, want to feel them inside me, marking me, making me theirs in every possible way.
"Leo," I breathe.
Moving closer, never taking his eyes off mine, and the power there makes my pussy clench around Ezra’s cock again. He groans at the sensation, his fingers digging into my hips.
"Whatever you think happened," I say, holding Leo’s gaze, "Didn’t. I’m still—" I swallow hard. "I’m still yours. All of yours."
Leo’s jaw clenches. His hands fist at his sides. "He fucked you."
"Yes."
"Came inside you."
"Yes," I can how thoroughly he filled me. "But nothing else," I reach out my hand toward Leo. "Please."
For a long moment, he just stares at my outstretched hand. The tension is suffocating. Then, slowly, he reaches out and takes it.
His hand is huge and rough. The moment our skin connects, that same click, that same sense of rightness I felt with Ezra.
I pull, and Leo comes willingly, climbing onto the bed. His towel catches on something and falls away, and then he’s naked, his cock springing free. It’s already leaking pre-cum, his knot visible at the base.
He kneels beside my head, his length right there, close enough that I can smell his arousal, musk and pine and something uniquely Leo. His hand is still in mine, gripping tight, afraid I’ll disappear.
"Frankie," he breathes, and there’s so much in that one word. Need. Jealousy. Desire. Possession.
Ezra growls beneath me, and I feel his cock pulse inside me, getting harder. His hips flex, pulling back slightly before sliding forward again, and I moan at the sensation. He’s going to fuck me again. Going to claim me again while Leo watches.
Unless—
"Here," I whisper, turning my head to look at his dick. It’s right there, thick and perfect and leaking for me. "Let me—"
I don’t finish the sentence. I just lean forward and lick the head of his cock, tasting the salty bead at the tip.
Leo groans, his free hand flying to my hair, gripping the strands. "Fuck, baby."
I lick him again, swirling my tongue around the head, loving the shape and taste of him. His knot is already swollen. I open my mouth and take him in, hollowing my cheeks as I suck.
"Yes, yes," Leo gasps. His hips jerk forward involuntarily, driving his thick head deeper into my mouth. "So good, god, your mouth—"
Ezra chooses that moment to pull back right to the tip, and drive forward as achingly slowly as he can. I moan around Leo. The vibration makes his grip tighten in my hair.
They find a rhythm.
Ezra pulls back, his cock dragging against my sensitive walls, while Leo pushes deeper. Ezra thrusts forward, filling me completely, as Leo pulls toward my lips. Back and forth, a perfect synchronisation, both of them using my body, claiming me, marking me as theirs.
"Take his cock, angel," Ezra growls from behind me, his voice pure dominance. "Show him what that pretty mouth can do."
I whimper, trying to push him in further. His knot’s pulsing. I’m fascinated by it. I pull off his cock with a wet pop and lick down his shaft to where his knot is forming. It’s hot and hard under my tongue, and when I suck it, Leo barks out a half-growl, half-whine, completely desperate.
"Fucking perfect," He breaks off with a groan as I suck harder on his knot, my tongue swirling around the swollen flesh. "Going to make me c—"
"Good," I murmur against his skin. "Need you to cum for me."
Ezra’s pace increases, his thrusts getting harder, faster. The tip grazes my g-spot over and over, igniting my core, the knot throbbing against my slit with every thrust, stretching me, teasing me with the promise of finally pushing inside.
"Such a good girl," Ezra chants filthy words into my ear, a never ending stream of praise keeps me pliable. "Taking both of us. Letting us claim you. This is what you were made for, isn’t it? To be fucked by your alphas. To be filled with our cum. To be ours."
"Yes," I gasp, pulling off Leo’s knot to take his cock back into my mouth. "Yes, yes, yes."
I work Leo with everything I have, sucking, licking, nipping gently at his knot. My hand wraps around the base of his shaft, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth. He’s so big, so thick, and I love it. Love the weight of him on my tongue, the taste of his pre-cum, the way he’s trembling with the effort of not fucking my face.
But I want him to yield. Want both of them to lose control.
Relaxing my throat, Leo’s control shatters. He groans, his hips jerking forward, his cock sliding down my throat. I gag but don’t pull back, just breathe through my nose and take him.
"Fuck, Frankie, fuck—" Leo’s voice is wrecked, feral. "Your throat, sweetheart, so fucking tight—"
Ezra’s thrusts become brutal, pounding into me with primal intensity. His knot is huge now, stretching my entrance impossibly wide. The pressure is maddening, the stretch burning in the best way. I keep twisting and turning in the hope I can complete the breach.
"Little brat, desperate for me to knot you—" Ezra snarls. "You’ll cum round my cock while Leo watches."
I’m grunting and begging, desperate for anything and everything they’ll give me.
Leo’s watching us, his eyes wide and feral, pulsing in my mouth, down my throat. I can tell he’s close, can feel it in the way his knot has swollen to full size, in the way his pre-cum is flowing steadily, in the way his whole body is trembling.
I double my efforts, sucking him hard, my hand stroking his shaft. I need to taste him. Want him to claim me the way Ezra is claiming me.
"Baby," Leo gasps. "I’m going to—you need to—fuck, I’m cumming!"
His cock pulses, and then he’s flooding my mouth with his release. It’s hot and thick and there’s so much of it. I swallow frantically, trying to take it all, but some leaks out the corners of my mouth. He tastes like salt and musk and alpha, and it’s perfect.
The sensation of Leo spilling down my throat, combined with Ezra’s pace triggers my own orgasm. I’m carried out of my body on lightening, screams muffled around Leo’s girth, my pussy clamping down on Ezra.
"Fuck!" Ezra roars, and I feel him start to cum again. His cock pulses inside me, pumping more cum into my already full pussy. "Take it, brat. Take all of it."
Goosebumps bloom across my skin as euphoria takes me. Leo’s cum in my mouth, Ezra’s cum in my pussy, my own orgasm rolling through me in endless pulses. It’s too much and not enough and absolutely perfect.
Leo finally stops pouring into me, I release him, gasping for air. His cum coats my lips, my chin. He reaches down and scoops it up with his thumb before bringing it to my mouth.
"Open," My jaw drops, and he pushes his digit past my lips. I suck it clean, and he groans.
"Such a good girl," he murmurs, his voice rough and satisfied. "Took our cum so well."
Ezra’s showing no sign of moving, happy to brace on top of me. His satisfied rumble vibrating the bed beneath us.
"Ours," he growls against my skin. "You’re ours, Frankie."
"Yours," I agree, my voice hoarse.
Leo leans down and kisses me, tasting himself on my tongue. When he pulls back, his eyes are still feral, but there’s satisfaction there too.
"We’re not done with you," he promises. "Not even close."
I look past him to where Jax, Corrian, and River are standing, all of them hard, all of them watching with hungry eyes. My pussy impossibly grips again at the thought of taking them all, of being claimed by every single one of my alphas.
"I’m not done with you either." I whisper.
I’ve never felt more perfect in my life.
