The heat peaked at dawn.
It rose inside me like a tide, unstoppable, drowning every thought except need. My skin burned. My hole clenched and leaked without pause. Slick soaked the furs beneath me, dark and spreading. Every shallow breath drew the alphas' scents deeper, making my cock throb painfully against my stomach.
Thorne noticed first. He knelt beside me, green eyes dark with hunger.
"It's time," he said simply. No question. No gentleness. Just certainty.
Aurelius moved to my other side, golden skin glistening with sweat. One finger traced through the slick on my inner thigh, lifted it to his lips, tasted. His groan was low, rough.
"Fuck. You're dripping for us. Ready to take everything."
Cassian said nothing. He stripped silently, positioning himself behind me. Long black hair fell forward as he gripped my hips, lifting me onto my knees, ass raised, chest pressed to the furs.
Thorne lay back first. His pierced cock stood thick and heavy, the metal rings catching the faint morning light filtering through the stone slits.
"Straddle me," he ordered.
I obeyed without hesitation. Heat had stripped away every ounce of resistance. One leg swung over his hips. I sank down slowly. The pierced head breached me, the Prince Albert ring catching on my rim, the frenum bars dragging along my walls. Inch by inch, the stretch burned, but pleasure drowned it. I moaned low, hips rocking instinctively.
Thorne gripped my waist, holding me steady.
"Good," he growled. "Now hold still."
Aurelius knelt before me, cock nudging my lips.
"Open."
I obeyed. He pushed inside, filling my mouth until the head bumped the back of my throat. I sucked hard, desperate, tongue circling the thick veins.
Cassian pressed against my back. His curved length slid alongside Thorne's, the head forcing past my already stretched rim.
I cried out around Aurelius. Muffled, desperate. My body jerked as the double stretch overwhelmed me, slick gushing in forceful waves to ease their invasion.
They waited a heartbeat. Let me adjust. Then moved.
Thorne thrust shallowly, Cassian matching him from behind. Their cocks rubbed together inside me, friction insane. Every ridge, every vein pressed relentlessly, piercings dragging across my walls.
Aurelius fucked my mouth in steady rolls, hand fisting my hair, guiding me deeper.
"Take it all," he panted. "Every fucking inch."
The heat crested.
Pleasure built too fast, too high. My cock leaked steadily onto Thorne's stomach. My hole fluttered and clenched around the two inside me, trying to pull them deeper.
Cassian leaned forward, chest pressing to my back. One hand wrapped around my cock, stroking in perfect rhythm with their thrusts. Firm. Precise.
Thorne's knots began to swell. Cassian's followed, thick and insistent.
They thrust harder. Deeper.
The knots caught on my rim simultaneously.
Thorne growled. Cassian exhaled sharply.
They pushed.
The double knot forced past my rim in one brutal surge.
I screamed around Aurelius. Tears streamed. The stretch was beyond anything, burning, tearing, perfect. My walls parted impossibly. Slick flooded out. My belly tightened as both knots locked inside, swelling huge, sealing everything in place.
Thorne came first, knot throbbing violently. Hot release pulsed deep, flooding me.
Cassian followed seconds later, knot pulsing in counter-rhythm. Thick ropes joined Thorne's, filling every spare inch.
The pressure. The fullness. The relentless throbbing.
It shattered me.
Orgasm hit like lightning. My cock jerked in Cassian's hand. Cum shot across Thorne's chest in weak, desperate spurts. My hole clenched hard around the double knot, milking them both. Slick gushed in rhythmic waves with each pulse.
Aurelius thrust once more, deep into my throat, and released. Thick heat flooded my mouth. I swallowed convulsively, choking, swallowing again.
They held me there.
Thorne and Cassian locked deep, knots throbbing in tandem, tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.
Aurelius stayed buried in my mouth until he softened, then pulled out slowly. Cum dripped from my lips, down my chin.
Thorne's hand stroked my back. Rare gentleness.
"You took us," he murmured. "All three. Locked."
Cassian pressed his forehead to my shoulder, voice quiet and rough.
"Mine."
Aurelius wiped my face with his thumb, smearing cum across my cheek like a mark.
"Ours."
I trembled between them, overfilled, overstimulated. Knots still locked, heat still raging.
But the craving had quieted, just for a moment.
Replaced by something deeper.
Surrender.
They stayed buried.
Knots pulsing.
Owning me completely.
The heat would rise again soon.
I knew it.
They knew it.
And when it did, they would take me again.
Deeper. Harder.
Forever.