Chapter 185: Condoms (R18)
Emily slammed hard onto the bed, her body bouncing once with a sharp, breathless gasp that reverberated through the dimly lit bedroom like a siren’s call to chaos. She knew that her fate would be this. It wasn’t too difficult to guess that.
The plush mattress compressed deeply and luxuriously beneath her petite yet curvaceous frame, sturdy springs creaking loudly and protesting against the violent sudden impact that announced her arrival as their plaything.
"You all are bad people! Why shouldn’t you respect my decisions?!"
"Respect? If we are to respect you, how will we take your respect?" Ivory smirked.
"Madwoman! You are all madwomen! Mad alphas!"
The five alphas towered imposingly above her like unstoppable forces of primal nature unleashed, their towering forms radiating an overwhelming, palpable aura of raw unbridled power that filled the room, their eyes gleaming with a fierce predatory hunger so intense it pinned her trembling body in place without needing a single commanding touch.
"We weren’t planning this, but you haven’t left us any choice," Hellen sighed.
The spacious bedroom’s air hung oppressively heavy and utterly intoxicating from the start, saturated completely with their individual rut pheromones blending into a heady, overwhelming cocktail that assaulted every sense.
Ivory’s fiery chili heat scorched the senses first with spicy intensity, Reyes’s sharp cedar steel edge grounded it all with a bite that lingered, Ana’s exotic desert oasis freshness tempted like the alluring promise of sun-warmed sands after a storm, Hellen’s sweet honey citrus bloom asserted lush vibrant control over the mix—making Emily swallow audibly.
All of it laced thickly and pungently with the salty sharpness of their fresh sweat pouring freely now, and the deep musky evidence of their surging arousal building to explosive peaks, overpowering entirely the subtle fading sweet scent woven delicately into the rumpled sheets cradling Emily’s below.
What had truly ignited this raging storm back downstairs at the dinner table, turning teasing into torment? It was Emily’s desperate, evasive cop-out hurled in panic.
"You’re all the best—you tie! You all are the best in knotting me!"
No single favourite ever named among them. No clear victor crowned to soothe their egos. Pure, seething fury had erupted instantly in response.
Reyes’s face had twisted savagely into a mask of raw outrage first thing, her massive fists balling up tight at her sides until knuckles turned bone-white with strain.
Ana’s piercing eyes had narrowed immediately into dangerous, lethal slits that promised swift and merciless retribution without question.
Ivory’s once-playful, mischievous grin had warped cruelly into something truly demonic and utterly insatiable, teeth flashing.
Hellen’s jaw had locked solid like unyielding granite carved from stone. Even the more reserved ones among them—which were none, to be honest—had unleashed those deep, guttural growls from the depths of their chests that vibrated menacingly through the entire room like thunder rolling in.
"Absolutely no ties allowed here in our world," Hellen had snarled with cold finality cutting the air, her powerful arms scooping Emily’s squirming body up effortlessly like the lightest fucktoy imaginable and carrying her straight through the halls to the bedroom without pausing or uttering another word of warning.
"We’re going to fuck every last bit of the real truth out of you relentlessly, Emily, until you scream your true favourite’s name loud and clear for all of us to hear, over and over again until it’s burned into your soul."
"Strip this naughty little liar down completely right now—let’s get every inch of her perfect body ready and exposed for everything we’ve got coming her way tonight, and glove up—condoms on from the start, no exceptions," Ivory commanded with authority.
Her voice dropping seductively to that gravelly, lust-drenched purr which sent uncontrollable shivers racing all the way down Emily’s spine like electric fire.
"Do it yourself," Reyes snarled.
"Then, don’t you want her? Well, fine—I will strip her and knot her!" Ivory’s left hand already kneading and massaging the enormous throbbing bulge straining desperately against the front of her tight pants, the metal zipper visibly straining and threatening to burst open under the mounting pressure.
"Reyes, I will help you—but this little idiot has to be taught a lesson."
Reyes and Ana lunged forward aggressively like starved wolves finally closing in on their fresh, helpless prey, their rough callused hands seizing fistfuls of Emily’s flimsy clothing with absolutely no gentleness or care spared in the moment.
"You were talking about condoms, right? Fine, we will use them. I bought a lot of condoms fo you," Hellen snarled.
They ripping open condom packets during Emily’s clothes tearing ceremony, sheathing their cocks in taut latex before any skin met skin. Reyes’s powerful, work-hardened palms ripped the thin blouse completely apart in one explosive, savage yank that tore seams audibly.
The buttons flying off wildly in all directions and pinging sharply against the distant walls like celebratory gunfire exploding on New Year’s Eve.
It fully exposed the lacy black bra straining underneath, those glorious lush omega tits spilling over the inadequate cups in soft creamy quivering swells that jiggled enticingly hypnotic with every panicked heave of her chest.
Emily’s pink nipples already stiffening traitorously into hard aching peaks under the sudden rush of cool bedroom air kissing her skin.
"Oh, fuck me sideways right here, just look at these massive greedy udders you’ve got, Emily—they’re practically begging and throbbing for our rough hands to claim them even after that pathetic weak-ass dodge you threw at us downstairs like you thought we’d buy it," Reyes husked out in a low throaty voice overflowing with wicked hungry appreciation.
Her fingers mauling and squeezing one heavy breast roughly possessively while her callused thumb ground merciless teasing circles over the ultra-sensitive nipple peak.
She twiste and pinched them just enough to make Emily’s back arch involuntarily high off the bed and mewl out pitifully in that intoxicating mix of sharp pain and surging building pleasure she craved deep down.
"P-please, I didn’t mean to say it exactly like that—I swear on everything I was just trying to keep the peace—" Emily’s trembling desperate plea cracked and broke midway through her words as Ana delivered a sharp resounding slap directly across one of her plush trembling thighs.
The crisp stinging sound echoing loudly through the room like the crack of a whip in the night, leaving behind a blooming vivid red handprint stark against her pale flushed skin.
Ana wasted not a single second, hiking Emily’s short skirt up high over those wide fertile breeding hips with her fingers, just enough to snag and hook the delicate edges of her flimsy soaked panties perfectly.
Then she ripped them to absolute tattered shreds in a single savage determined yank that sent the ruined fabric fluttering away pathetically like the defeated flags of a lost hopeless battle.
