Chapter 38 Syra

Thorus is standing right in front of me, and he is the first to claim my mouth. He drags my body against his and kisses me so hard it hurts, but it's a good kind of pain, the kind that leaves no question about who is in charge. He holds me tight, flattening my breasts against the hard expanse of his torso. Lower down, I feel his massive erection throbbing through the leather of his loincloth and the patchwork fabric of my gown.

When he has drunk his fill of me, Thorus tugs my head back none too gently. Then, with his fist still clutching my hair, he turns me around so the other two alphas can have a taste. Brik's kiss is rough and hungry. Markus's is deep and soulful. They both make my heart flutter and my slick flow.

My heat cycle ended several days ago, and I would say there's no way my estrus could be starting again so soon, but the way these alphas are making me feel, I'm not so sure.

As long as I am with them, I fear I am doomed to be in a permanent state of arousal.

They are my affliction, and my cure.

When Markus and Brik are done kissing me, Thorus turns me to face him again, and he tugs my head back so that I am looking up into his dark, stern face. All around us, the crowd is chanting loudly, but I barely even hear them. All my attention is on Thorus.

"Little one," he whispers. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

I'm beyond ready. Were it not for Thorus's fist in my hair, I would already be on my knees in front of him, and he would already be in my mouth. I don't even care that a crowd is watching us. I want him inside me. I want all three of my mates inside me.

Thorus nods in satisfaction at my answer, then his eyes shift away from my face, and he looks at the two younger alphas standing behind me.

"Remove her gown," he growls.

Markus and Brik close in on either side of me, two alphas moving as one. They grab the shoulders of my gown and pull in opposite directions. There is a whisper of ripping fabric as the garment peels away from me in two clean halves, and just like that, I am naked.

With one exception.

My necklace.

Thorus lifts the pendant and inspects it.

"What is this?" he asks.

"My fathers gave it to me," I tell him. "It was my mother's before she died. She wore it through her navel, for fertility."

"And tomorrow, you shall wear it through yours," Thorus says. "I will perform the piercing myself. May the power of the Source make your womb a fertile place to accept my seed and the seed of my brethren. We three shall breed you day and night, Syra. We shall not rest until your belly is big and round with our offspring growing inside it."

Beside me, Markus and Brik both rumble in agreement with their pack master's proclamation, and my insides go all quivery and ticklish.

"I want that," I whisper.

I want it more badly than I've ever wanted anything in my whole life. I want the alphas to impregnate me. I want to bear their young. I want to be the mother of their babies.

"Good," Thorus says. "We'll begin shortly. There is just one thing we must do first…"

He takes me by the shoulders and slowly turns my body, as if showing me off to the crowd of watching eyes.

"Brothers and sisters," Thorus roars. "I have come with my pack brothers Brik and Markus to claim this omega before the eyes of the Tribe. To bind her spirit to ours and increase our numbers with the seed of our loins. Do you accept our offering and grant us this claim?"

The crowd explodes into cheers.

"You are a hero," Thorus whispers behind me. "The proud omega huntress. They love you."

"I don't need them to love me," I say. "Only you."

"We love you," he purrs, understanding that my you was plural.

He slowly guides me around the perimeter of the circle, presenting me to the cheering crowd, then he turns me so that I am facing the center of the dais, facing the two younger alphas who are standing there waiting. They have both removed their loincloths, and their hard cocks are jutting proudly. Hot arousal shivers through my body.

Behind me, Thorus speaks.

"Markus, Brik… as your pack master, I command you to prepare this female for breeding."

He pushes me toward them, and they take me in their arms, pressing into me from both sides, rubbing their naked bodies against my own. They kiss me on the sides of my neck where they marked me. They fondle my breasts. I reach down and touch their hard erections. I stroke them. Their precum stains my fingers.

As if by some unspoken signal, they both start to lower themselves, gradually kissing their way down my body. In front, Brik kisses my breasts, my belly, my lower abdomen, my thighs. Behind me, Markus works his way down my spine. He kisses the dimples on either side of my tailbone. He kisses the mounds of my buttocks.

Thorus circles us, watching.

"That's it," he says. "Prepare the omega well. I want her dripping before I put my cock inside her."

The truth is, I already am dripping wet, but the alphas seem intent on making wetter still.

Kneeling in front of me, Brik jams his face against my crotch and licks my folds, lapping up the warm slick that is leaking out of me in such abundance. Behind me, Markus spreads my ass and tongues my rear hole. They both growl as they feast on me, and I stand between them moaning, my hands atop their heads for balance.

Thorus continues to circle and watch.

He unfastens his loincloth and lets it fall to the floor. His long, thick penis swings free, and his laddered piercings glimmer in the candlelight. He wraps his fingers around his shaft and begins to stroke himself.

His eyes are on my face, studying my reactions.

"Do you like that?" he asks. "Does it feel good to have your alpha mates worshiping you with their tongues?"

"Yes," I answer. "It feels so good."

"Do you wish to come, little one?"

"Yes. Oh Source, I want to come so bad."

"You heard the omega," Thorus says to Brik and Markus. "Give her what she wants."

Brik shifts his focus to my clitoris. He sucks it between his lips and strums it hard with the tip of his tongue. At the same time, he slides two fingers deep inside me and begins to stroke my sensitive inner place, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my center.

Meanwhile, behind me, Markus doubles his efforts, working his soft, wet tongue all up and down my crack.

Thorus continues stroking his hard cock.

"Come for us, little one," he purrs. "Show the Tribe how well you come for your alphas."

I obey my master's command. Markus and Brik make it impossible to do otherwise. My climax crashes through me. It rocks me like a storm. My legs tremble from the force of it, and I have to clutch the alphas' hair to keep myself upright.

I howl and moan with pleasure. I beg for more. My alphas give it to me. They don't stop eating me until I am on the very point of collapsing. Then they stand up and hold me between them, panting and weak. Their hard cocks brush against my belly and my bottom.

"Hoist her up," Thorus commands.

The two younger alphas lift me. They hold me between them, with my back to the floor, my face to the ceiling, and my legs spread wide so their pack master can examine their handiwork.

"Well done," Thorus growls. "You have prepared the omega well. The time has come to breed her."

He steps between my open thighs and cradles my ass with his huge hands. The shaft of his cock strokes my vulva. His piercings glide against my wet folds. I shiver in anticipation.

He tenses his abdomen, and his cock lifts slightly. Then he relaxes, and it falls onto me again. His tip thumps my clitoris and I let out a gasp of pleasure. He performs the maneuver again, and again, spanking me and teasing me with his hard shaft.

"Is this what you want, little omega? Do you want your alpha's big hard cock between your legs?"

I bite my lip and nod.

"Say it," he growls. "Say it loud so the whole Tribe can hear."

"I want your cock!" I cry. "I want it inside me! I want you to fuck me and knot me and fill me with your seed!"

Thorus purrs approvingly.

"Good omega. You shall have all those things."

He moves back until his tip is positioned against my entrance. Then he pushes into me, slow and deep, filling my wet heat with his hard arousal. My pussy swallows him with ease. It has had plenty of practice over the past ten days.

"Holy Source," Thorus breathes. "I love the way your tight little cunt grips me, Syra."

"And I love how your fat cock stretches me," I tell him. "I wish I could keep you inside me forever."

"Ah, but what about Markus and Brik? Surely you do not wish to exclude them, little one."

"I have other holes."

He grins. "So you do, Syra, and they shall all be filled before this night is through. But for now, I want you to shut up and take this alpha dick like a good omega."

He pulls back and thrusts, penetrating all the way to my deepest epicenter. His girth stretches me. His piercings caress my inner walls with delicious friction. My pussy clenches, grabbing hold of him like it doesn't ever want to let go.

"That's it," Thorus purrs. "Take it, Syra. Take every inch."

He plunges again, and again, fucking me hard and deep. My body jolts under the force of his thrusting. My breasts bounce. His smooth, heavy balls slap against my ass, which is drenched with my slick. The air around us is thick with the heady scent of sex.

I let my head fall back, and I stare at the crowd watching us from the shadows. Their chanting has been replaced by other sounds. Grunts and moans and the steady clap of skin striking skin.

Thorus and I are not the only ones mating.

I wonder if Hines is doing it with her mates right now while she watches me. Probably so. It sounds like pretty much the entire crowd is joining in at this point.

I sigh and look at the two younger alphas who are holding my body up so Thorus can mate with me. Now that their pack master is supporting my lower body, they each have one free hand with which to touch me. They capture my jouncing breasts and squeeze them. They knead my soft flesh with their strong fingers. They pinch my erect nipples until I squeal with pleasure.

The flurry of sensations is overwhelming. Thorus is still thrusting away between my legs, thrusting at an upward angle that makes his cockhead buff against that special place on my front wall.

I can feel another climax bubbling up inside me, a sweet pressure that seems to grow and expand until it reaches its breaking point and explodes through me in waves of pure bliss.

I shudder and moan in my alphas' arms.

Thorus does not finish inside of me, however. Not yet. His cock withdraws from me with a wet sound. He motions for the other two alphas to turn me, displaying my dripping sex to the watching crowd, letting everyone see how thoroughly he has gaped me.

A few days ago, I probably would have died from embarrassment. Tonight, I do not even blush.

Let them see me, I think. Let them know who my pussy belongs to.

My three alpha mates, and no one else. My pussy is for them alone. It is theirs to share, theirs to touch, theirs to lick and breed and knot—just as their three cocks are mine, mine to suck and stroke and take deep inside my body.

"Set her down," Thorus says. "I want her on all fours. I'm going to have that tight little ass."

Markus and Brik follow their pack master's order and place me on my hands and knees in the center of the dais. I'm still a little shaky from the intense orgasm I just experienced, so they remain kneeling on either side of me for support. Meanwhile, Thorus moves around behind me and gets into position. After a moment, I feel his strong hands clutching my hips.

"Source," he murmurs behind me. "Just look at that perfect little ass. I don't think I'll ever get over how gorgeous you are, Syra—every inch of you is beautiful."

He spreads my cheeks apart and lays the underside of his shaft against my cleft, then he pumps his pelvis a couple times, gliding his piercings against my exposed skin. My entire backside is already well-lubricated from the slick that's been pouring out of me. So is his shaft.

He presses his tip to my hole and starts to ease himself into me.

While everyone watches.

I ought to be ashamed, but I'm not—only excited. I want everybody to witness this. I want them to see how well I can take my alpha pack master's cock. I want them to see how he fucks me into submission.

Which he does.

He takes things slowly at first, making sure my tight hole can handle his immense girth, but he gradually increases the pace and intensity of his mating, and soon he is pounding into me from behind. His taut pelvis slaps my ass with each thrust. His long cock drives into me deeper than deep.

Thorus's fingers clutch my hair, and he tugs my head back roughly as he continues to fuck me.

"Good omega," he growls. "You have learned to take a cock well. Now, are you ready to be shared by your mates?"

"Yes!" I gasp, my voice breaking with need, as I look back and forth between Markus and Brik. "I want you inside me. All three of you at the same time."

Thorus wraps his powerful arms around my middle and pulls my body against his. Then he slowly leans back, until he is lying face-up, and I am reclining on top of him, with my legs spread, and his dick buried deep within my ass.

It is Markus who climbs between my open thighs.

There is no fighting between him and Brik. No jostling for position. No jealous rage. They have learned how to share me, and they seem to enjoy it as much as I do. A few times over the past ten days, I have had sex with one or the other of them individually while the other two were away on some task. But most of the time, our matings are a group effort, and Markus and Brik are both team players.

They are practically family now. They are pack brothers.

Thanks to his role in the events at the prison, Markus has been pardoned of his past crimes, and his status within the tribe has been reinstated. Thorus invited him to join his pack, and Markus accepted the invitation. There was never any doubt that he would.

He still does not have his piercings. Tomorrow, he will receive new ones along with me, but tonight he is bare. His shaft is smooth and hard sliding into my pussy, which Thorus has so thoroughly prepared for him.

Slick gushes out of me as Markus shoves his cock home.

"Oh, Source," I moan. "Markus, you feel so big and hard inside me."

"And you feel so wet and hot, my Syra. I love the way your wet pussy hugs my hard cock."

"I love it too," I murmur. "Will you come inside me, Markus? I want you to do it. I want you to make a baby inside me."

"We shall give you many babies, Syra. As many as you desire."

He begins to thrust harder and faster on top of me. He grunts and growls like a wild beast. I reach down and touch the flexing muscles of his ass. The crowd in the shadows roars and cheers as he pumps me.

I almost feel like cheering too. I have two alphas that I love buried deep inside me, their cocks firm with a desire they feel for me alone.

But there is one more thing I still need.

One more alpha.

"Brik?"

"I am here, Syra."

I tilt my head back and find him standing over me, his eyes gleaming in the candlelight, his hard dick in his hand.

"I need you," I cry. "I need you inside me. I need all three of you inside me at the same time."

Brik flashes that cocky smirk that never fails to make me burn for him.

"And you shall have it, my needy little omega. Our cocks are yours to command."

Moving in tandem, Thorus and Markus carefully roll over, keeping my body trapped between them. When they finally finish turning, Markus is the one lying on his back in the center of the ring, and I am straddling him, riding his cock the way I did that morning in the mausoleum.

The difference is, this time, we are not alone.

Instead of being surrounded by dead bodies, we are surrounded by a crowd of living, breathing alphas and omegas. Some of them are breeding. All of them are watching.

And I have another alpha inside me, his hard pierced cock impaling me from behind.

All of it feels incredible—the sharing, the watching, the warm candlelight on my bare skin.

My pleasure is almost complete.

Almost.

Brik is standing in front of me, still every bit as naked and aroused as he was when I looked at him a moment ago. He steps forward, straddling Markus's body with his feet, and he bends his knees until his pelvis is level with my face. He brushes the tip of his penis against my mouth, staining my lips with his sticky precum. Instinctively, my tongue darts out to lick him. The flavor is warm and salty.

"Open wide," Thorus says behind me. "Open wide for your alpha."

I open, and Brik enters. His cock breaches my lips, and his hard shaft slides warm and heavy across my tongue. He places his hands on the sides of my head and begins to thrust, slow and steady, mating with my mouth the way his two pack brothers are mating with the other parts of my body.

I keep my eyes open and stare up at Brik as he uses me for his pleasure. I want to be good for him. I want to be his good little omega.

Even when the tears come, I keep my eyes open.

With his thumbs, Brik brushes away the wetness from my cheeks. He purrs, and I can feel the sound rumbling down the length of his shaft and deep into my throat.

"Source, you feel so good," he groans. "Is this better, Syra? Is this what you wanted?"

I moan in confirmation.

And I surrender myself to the sharing.

After a while, it becomes difficult to discern where I end and my alphas begin. It's as if our bodies have joined into one thing. One writhing mass of tangled limbs and slippery skin. I lose track of how many times I come before my mates finally pump me full of their seed.

Markus was the first to knot me that morning in the mausoleum, and he is the first again tonight. His gland swells inside me, locking our bodies together. His tip is nestled against the back wall of my vagina, and when he comes, it feels like he is coming directly into my womb.

I come with him.

Thorus is the next to finish, and his climax prolongs my own. His knot stretches me. His semen floods my bottom with liquid heat.

Finally, Brik unloads into my mouth. His cream spreads across my tongue, sticky and warm. I swallow it down, then draw back gasping as aftershocks of my own orgasm rumble through my body.

"Open," Brik commands. "Tongue out."

I open wide for him, and he swipes his tip against my tongue, smudging it with the last dribbles of his seed.

"Good omega."

He stoops and kisses me on my seed-stained lips.

Then I feel Thorus's lips brushing against the helix of my ear.

"There is one final thing we must do, little one."

"I know," I tell him. "I'm ready."

Thorus brings his hands around the front of my body and grabs my breasts, holding my body steady. Then he places his teeth on my shoulder, on the side where Brik marked me, but a little lower down.

He bites.

I cry out as his teeth puncture my skin. It hurts, but I savor the pain.

I am marked now. Triply marked by my mates. They are the most amazing alphas I have ever met, and I am the link that holds them together. The bond that joins us can never be broken, not even by death.

As the pain fades, the alphas guide me down onto the carpet of moss covering the dais, and we snuggle together, naked, knotted, and tired. I doze in my alphas' arms, feeling safe, protected, and adored.

But most of all, I feel complete.

Wefeel complete.