Chapter Six

Drake

D rake had tried to stop himself from coming up here. He knew that he needed to be the smart one, and Amara was going to bring them nothing but trouble. But after witnessing the guys fingering her in the bar, making her cum and him having to smell it from across the room . . .

Who the fuck could resist that?

He had barely contained himself in the booth he had secluded himself in.

On top of that, knowing what was going on the moment they took her upstairs, he couldn’t resist anymore. The bottle had shattered in his grip, and he knew then and there that he was in deep shit. He sat there for a moment longer, wrestling his emotions between what was the right thing to do and what was pure instinct, while the bartender cleaned up the mess. But once he was alone again, imagining what they were doing to her, picturing what he could do to her, he took off up the stairs. He completely lost control, and before he knew it, he found himself standing outside Zeke’s bedroom.

The sounds of their fucking, the smell, drove him mad. He slammed open the bedroom door and began to unbutton his jeans as he took the sight in before him. It made him feral. Amara was naked, being impaled by Zeke as she sucked Knox’s dick. Tears rolled down her face, making a mess of black streaks under her eyes from her makeup. Knox had her hair in his fist while Zeke’s fingers dug into her curvy hips. It was more than he could take. His dick was so hard it was throbbing painfully.

He shoved his pants and underwear down and fisted his dick for some relief. There was something about the way she came the moment she locked eyes with him, Knox’s cock hollowing out her cheeks. It snapped his resolve, and he shucked off his shirt. He was going to make a fucking mess of her. He didn’t need his shirt to get ruined in the process.

He didn’t allow himself to think twice before he kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants gathered at his ankles. His footfalls thundered as he made his way toward the bed.

“So nice of you to join us,” Knox said as Drake climbed onto the bed.

“Fuck you,” he growled angrily.

Knox grinned at him as he slid down the bed beneath Amara. He yanked her off Zeke’s dick, causing Zeke to hiss and her to whimper, and then he slammed her down on his cock. The way Amara threw back her head in a gasp caused precum to gather at the tip of Drake’s dick. Her back bowed, and her fucking beautiful tits jutted out, the nipples tight peaks that begged for him to close his mouth around them. He wondered just how sensitive she was by now because, like him, he knew the guys liked to destroy their ‘toys’.

Knox slid his hands from the collar of her neck, over her tits, and down to her ass where he gripped tightly. “I’m taking her pussy,” he proclaimed with a flex of his jaw like he was barely hanging on and she hadn’t even moved yet. He spread her ass, and Zeke headed to the nightstand. “Zeke’s taking her ass, but her mouth is free.” He glanced up at him with a wicked, toothy smile. “She’s very good with it.”

“Princesa,” Zeke said with a grin. He took the lube from the drawer and spread it all over his cock. Despite cumming just moments before, he was still hard and clearly gearing up for another go. “Why don’t you show Drake what he’s been missing out on, hm?”

“Swallow his cock, little bunny,” Knox purred. “While I fuck this pussy and Zeke takes that ass.”

Amara looked at him with hazy eyes, and she didn’t hesitate to take his dick into her mouth. Warmth spread all over his length, and her bottom teeth slightly grazed the underside. He shuddered at the way it felt.

She turned her tear-stained face up to look at his once again. At this angle, it looked like her eyes were begging like a starving street dog for scraps. He wanted nothing more than to grab her hair and slam all the way down her throat. The sight of his cock being swallowed by her was almost too much for his control, but he gritted his teeth instead.

Knox began to slide her back and forth on his cock, testing the waters so to speak, and when she moaned around his dick, he let out a groan of his own. The vibrations went straight to his tight balls and right up his spine.

Knox had been right; she definitely knew what she was doing. She swirled her tongue around his tip and then sucked down his shaft, making his dick throb against her tongue.

His control slipped, and he grabbed her head, shoved it down his length, and held her there. Big tears and streams of saliva dribbled down as Knox groaned below her. She must have clenched around him.

Zeke climbed onto the bed behind her, and Knox slowed down. He could only watch as Zeke dripped a generous amount of lube onto her ass. Goosebumps rose over her slick skin as he spread it around.

“Ready, Princesa?” Zeke asked.

Amara nodded with Drake’s cock in her mouth, but Drake watched with rapt interest as Knox completely stilled inside her and wrapped his arms around her back, holding her down.

Zeke nudged at her ass, and she tensed, his dick popping from her mouth. “Is it going to hurt?”

“Yes,” Knox said, and Drake could tell that the sadistic fuck liked the fact that it’d cause her a little pain. “But you can take it. Push out as he pushes in.”

Zeke grabbed her hips and started to insert the tip. She winced, and Drake didn’t know why he did it because he could give a rat's ass about her pain, but he reached between her and Knox and began to circle her clit to help ease the pain that was about to come. Tears welled in her eyes and made a path down her flushed cheeks, which he brushed away with his free hand.

As Zeke whispered sweet nothings to her in Spanish, she began to relax, but not for long. Zeke pushed in further until he was fully sheathed, and her entire body went rigid and trembled from the intrusion. It turned him on that she was completely full, but he applied more pressure to her clit to ease the pain because none of them were small.

“It hurts,” she breathed .

“Just relax. Concentrate on my hand,” Drake murmured.

She closed her eyes, pushing a few tears down her cheeks, as she let out a shaky breath. After a minute ticked by, her spine slowly relaxed and her breathing quickened as she chased a release.

Knox whispered in her ear, encouraging her, “This cock was made to fill every one of your fucking holes.” He started to move her back and forth, sliding her along both of their cocks. “When we’re done, you’ll be a mess with all of our cum. It’ll be a damn beautiful sight.”

Zeke began to move himself, and the two found a rhythm that Drake matched with his fingers. “Fuck,” she moaned.

“How does it feel to be so fucking full?” Drake asked as he stroked himself with his free hand. It didn’t feel nearly as good as her mouth did, but he was determined that she cum before he shoved it back down her throat.

“So good,” she replied. Her beautiful eyes met his.

“Yeah it does,” Zeke growled. “So fucking tight.” He gripped her hips tighter for emphasis.

“Fuck yeah, she is,” Knox said before he took one of her nipples into his mouth and bit down. She cried out, and with a few more pumps of their dicks and strokes of Drake’s fingers, her cry became a scream of ecstasy. She shattered around them, and all three men moaned at the damn beautiful sight of it.

When she came down from it, a heavy breathing mess, Drake moved to her mouth once more, gripped her head, and guided her to his length. She was moaning as her tongue slid along his length.

“Fuck,” Drake said through gritted teeth. On her next moan, he pushed his dick further down her throat, wanting to feel every damn vibration of it. She took it without protest like she was hungry for it. Needy. Greedy. She sucked harder, faster, and he found himself anticipating his turn to fuck her pussy. Would it feel even better than this?

Mental images of it formed in his mind, and he grabbed the sides of her head and fucked her throat hard as if punishing her for the situation they were in. He shouldn’t want her pussy, but god damn it, it was all he could think about. He was rough, relentless, but she took it without complaint.

Within a matter of seconds, she was cumming again. Her body shook violently, and she was having trouble holding herself up, but they weren’t done with her yet. Neither Knox nor Zeke eased their rhythm, and neither did he.

Large crocodile tears raced down her face. He’d remember this moment for the rest of his fucking life, her mouth at his mercy. Her pussy and ass at theirs. Her body being used for their own damn pleasure. The way she moaned against him, the way she writhed as she came.

He thrusted his hips upward, making her gag, but she didn’t stop him. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he praised, each word punctuated with a thrust. He gathered her hair in a hand so he could see it for himself.

Their thrusts got harder, more frantic, and the headboard was banging against the wall. The mattress was squeaking in time with their chorus of moans. They were all sweaty, and she was so wet that he could hear them slamming into her holes. His wolf was loving it, eager to never let the sound end.

He was lost in the moment. He reveled in how good her hot little mouth felt, and already, he could feel the pressure building in the base of his spine. He should not be enjoying this as much as he was, but if he didn’t get a turn with her soon, he’d be cumming down the back of her throat instead.

The sight of Knox’s eyes glowing snapped him back to reality though. The bastard’s fangs elongated in his mouth, and Drake knew what he was about to do.

“Knox, no!” Drake growled, but it was too late.

Knox lurched forward and sank his teeth into the curve of Amara’s left breast, just below her heart. His teeth pierced her skin, marking her and claiming her as his.

Amara yanked off of Drake’s cock and screamed Knox’s name in a moan so deep it sounded animalistic. It sent her over the edge, and she came so hard that her scream became silent. Knox slammed her back onto him, stilling inside her while his teeth were still clamped over her heart, and he filled her with his cum.

At the same time, Zeke began cursing loudly in Spanish, stilling as well as he came inside her ass. His head was tipped back, blessing to the ceiling in words that Drake couldn’t understand but could only imagine.

Amara tried to pull away, but Knox had a hold on her. He wouldn’t let her go. Drake knew without a doubt that he wouldn’t do so until she marked him back. And she fucking fell for it. She roared, her eyes flashing before she was suddenly biting into the side of Knox’s neck, marking him with her bite.

Drake didn’t know what to do. He was stunned still, but he did know one thing. This was fucking bad. This was really bad.

Only when she released Knox’s neck did he let go of her, wearing the cockiest grin Drake had ever seen while her blood dripped down his lips. He was proud of what he had done, and that pissed Drake off. Once a shifter’s mark was in place, there was no going back. Knox had just fucked everything up for them, and he didn’t even care .

Drake growled angrily, grabbed Amara by the neck, and yanked her off of the guys. She cried out as he slammed her against the mattress, cum leaking from both of her holes. The sight of Knox’s bite mark infuriated him, but he couldn’t tell if it was because he was pissed or jealous that he hadn’t marked her himself.

He moved between her thighs and slammed into her pussy relentlessly. Her eyes were wide, her mouth hanging open in a silent moan. He pounded into her, not caring if he was being too rough. He was so angry that he didn’t give a shit. This was her fault, and he was going to punish her for it.

He clamped a hand around her throat, not enough to kill her but enough to show her how mad he was. Her nails raked down his arms, breaking the skin and drawing blood.

“Dude, relax,” Zeke said.

“You’re going to break her,” Knox added with a chuckle.

But neither made a move to stop him despite their words.

“I’m not going to break anything,” Drake admitted, rage dripping through every word as he bit them out. “She’s loving this. Aren’t you?”

She nodded against his hand, making him smirk. She didn’t need to verbally answer. He could feel her pussy ripple around his cock.

Drake’s eyes fluttered for a moment at the feel of her. She felt too damn good, better than he imagined she would. He knew he shouldn’t be doing this. It wasn’t smart, but he couldn’t help himself.

His eyes flew open when his gums pricked and his canines ached to emerge so that he could mark her too. But he wasn’t stupid. He would never let it get that far.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, her hands going to his back as if to draw him in closer to her. He didn’t allow her to. He didn’t want there to be any misconception about what this was. This was just sex, a means to an end. There would be no emotional connection or ‘bonding’. She meant nothing to him.

Or so he kept telling himself over and over again with each pound of his hips against hers.

He felt the return of the tingle in his spine, but he kept his rhythm. He knew she was close, too. Her legs were quivering around his hips like trembling leaves in a fall breeze. “Be a good girl and cum for me.”

Her back arched off the bed, and a strangled moan escaped the back of her throat as she did what she was told. The sight of her coming undone sent him over the edge. His fingers had to leave bruises as he dug them into her curves and pumped all of his cum into her sweet, tight pussy.

When he was finished, the only sounds left were his and Amara’s deep breathing. Only then did he survey her body. A red mark was circling her throat, and puncture marks from his fingers marred her hips.

He bowed his head, realizing what he had done and what she could take it to mean. Immediately, he pulled out of her and climbed off the bed. He quickly snatched his clothes from the floor and exited the room, slamming the door shut behind him.

He was angry with himself for being so damn weak. He should have been able to resist her.

Snarling at himself, he stomped to his room and headed for the shower, hoping she would be gone by the time he was done. After he turned the shower on, he stepped under the spray of cold water and punched the tile, not enough to crack it but enough to feel the pain in his knuckles .

Knox fucking marked her. Claimed her as his. It meant she was going to be around, and having her around would not only make things difficult for him, but she’d mess up everything they worked so hard for. Their independence. Their dreams. Their jobs. Their anonymity.

Everything.

And he fucking hated it.