Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

BELLA

"Your making this harder than it needs to be," the woman called Alana chastises me. I just glare at the prissy blonde, trying to ignore the throbbing in my skull as she yanks a brush though my tangled hair.

Alpha Liam hired her to get me ready for this evening's festivities, and I can already tell she's hating every moment of it. I'm basically sitting here like a wet noodle, fresh out of the shower, scowling and not lifting a finger to help her pluck and primp me to within an inch of my life.

I don't even want to go to this fucking thing. The thought of a wedding makes me cringe, especially after I was almost forced into one via blood ritual.

Alana grumbles as she begins to dry my hair, blasting me with heat and tapping my neck every so often with the end of the hairdryer, causing me to wince. The corners of her over-lined lips tug up in satisfaction every single time.

I'm about ready to take the hairdryer and see how far up her perky little ass it can possibly go. She's a waif of a woman, with long skinny limbs and brittle blonde hair that doesn't match her dark brows. On some, it might seem like a look, but on Alana, it's nothing short of a travesty.

"You really should be grateful you're even invited to an event like this. The Giovannis are influential people. You should feel honored to witness their mating."

"I'm fucking thrilled." My mouth stretches into a smile while I purposely keep the upper half of my face blank. "Can you tell?"

She frowns, yanking yet again on my long strands before reaching for the curling iron. "Ungrateful... I'd kill for an invitation. They say it's going to be the mating of the season." Her voice is wistful and for a moment, I pity her and her small life.

"They literally say that about all of them. Too bad it'll never be you up at the altar, huh."

She scowls, but doesn't bother denying it. She's a beta, but she clearly envies my omega status. She's got that look in her eyes that tells me she craves attention.

She finishes my hair like she was hired to do instead of giving me advice I never asked for. "All done, you can put your dress on, just don't mess your hair up while your at it; your alphas will have me fired if you walk out there looking anything less than perfect."

Snorting, I stand up from my vanity mirror and shoo her from the room. She leaves in a bustle of hair products and mumbled curses. Leaning back against my door, I glare at the dress splayed on my bed. Another monstrosity, this time in the lightest blush pink it almost looks white.

Wearing white to a wedding seems distasteful. But I'm sure my fathers carefully picked it out specifically for that reason. They'll do just about any petty thing to assert themselves over me, no matter the situation.

I'm dreading this mating. I know the Giovannis. Three alpha sons, about thirty years old by now. There was a time when we were younger that I considered all three of them my friends. But it could never last. They soon grew up just as ruthlessly as the rest of us. They became a made man the year they turned eighteen—too early in my opinion, but ever since, their pack has been sniffing out eligible omegas.

A part of me is honestly shocked that our packs never tried to mate me with them. Thank fuck for my suppressant pills. I have a feeling that's the only reason I slipped past their radar.

I'm assuming their new omega is some sort of rich girl who runs in similar circles. I wonder if I know her. In school back in New York, we were all pretty tight, and I was pretty much a sociallite throughout my teens and twenties. There's a good chance I'm about to attend the mating of someone I used to be close with.

I pity the poor girl. I'm not sure how I plan to stomach this ordeal, but as I slip the dress on, I can feel myself sinking back into that robotic fluidity that I've honed over years and years of sitting quietly beside Mama while the alphas ran the whole fucking world.

Like a good little De Luca bitch.

My hands tremble as I take a long look at myself in the mirror. My cheeks are bright pink, flushed and hot. I rub my thighs together, feeling the tingle travel up higher and higher. I'm aching, and dread wars with need inside of me.

Of all days for my heat cycle to rear its head, it had to be today. It had to be the day when eligible alphas from all over the country and abroad will fill this estate to the brim.

I'm out of pills, out of time, and out of fucks to give.

I just hope I don't have to kill some motherfuckers tonight.

There's no series of words in the English or Italian language that can accurately describe how much I don't want to be at this mating. I'm fucking seething. Mama sits next to me on my right, and it's the first time I've laid eyes on her since this whole ordeal started.

It takes everything inside of me to stay in this seat instead of dragging her out of this fucking place. Of course, the wedding is being held at our estate, so really we didn't even have to leave home.

As De Lucas, people come to us .

I flick my eyes to Mama, trying to be as discreet as possible, not wanting to bring any attention to the fact that I'm looking her over. She looks skinny—too skinny and there's a slight bruising beneath her eyes that I've never seen before. She looks exhausted. I bite the inside of my cheek and curl my hands into tight fists. It kills me to see her this unkempt and I have to wonder if anyone else here sees it too.

She hasn't said a word to me—barely even acknowledging my existence and I know that can't mean anything good. Since the moment I sat down in this seat in the front row between her and Alpha Liam. I've kept my mouth shut tight, despite my need to scream like a banshee. A million different scenarios plague my mind's eye until I feel myself shifting uncomfortably in my seat.

I've been so angry with Mama for most of my life. It pissed me off that she was content to stand by while Rosa was sold off to that Russian pack, with barely a chance to say goodbye. Not to mention all the years she watched in silence while I was tested, trained, beaten and talked down to by the alphas. While they honed me into a killer since my cunt wasn't useful to them yet.

I knew she could see the bruising on my skin every time the alphas had their men beat me when I did something wrong during training. I remember coming home from the shooting range sometimes with blisters on my fingers and tears in my eyes.

Mama would wipe them from my face and tell me to toughen up before Alessio saw. For so long I thought she was just being cold and ruthless like them, but now I am beginning to realize that she suffered too. She's married to the monsters—forced to share a bed with them every single day of her life. Forced to watch her daughters be abused and used over and over again. She must have felt so fucking helpless.

The ceremony is a grand affair, opulent and lavish in a way that only mafia royalty can pull off. The gardens of our estate have been transformed, strung with twinkling lights and adorned with cascading arrangements of white roses and lilies. It's like stepping into a fairytale, but the sinister undercurrent is impossible to ignore.

The guests are a who's who of powerful families from around the world—a dozen alpha packs all primped and preening in their finest. Their hungry gazes crawl over my skin and I shudder, feeling exposed and vulnerable despite my demure dress.

But it's not just the strangers eyeing me like a prime cut of meat. I can feel the tension rolling off my own alphas in waves—Silas, Hector, Sam, and Dante are a live wire of barely contained aggression. Well, Sam isn't an alpha, but I can feel his eyes all the same.

I dare a glance over my shoulder to where they're sat across the aisle. I meet each of their familiar eyes one by one. Their nostrils flare as they catch the scent of my impending heat, eyes flashing with possessive need. Hector licks his lips, and Dante cracks his knuckles. I squirm in my seat, thighs clenching together as I try to will my treacherous body into submission.

But there's no hiding it. My heat is coming, announcing itself to every alpha in a hundred foot radius.

Panic claws at my throat as the realization hits me. This isn't just an uncomfortable social obligation anymore. It's a showcase, and I'm the prized filly being paraded before a pack of salivating alphas.

The wedding march begins, the haunting notes echoing through the garden. I tear my gaze away from my alphas and force myself to face forward as the bride appears at the end of the aisle.

She's a delicate little thing, swathed in yards of white lace and silk. A veil obscures her face, but I recognize the slight tremble in her hands as she clutches her bouquet. I know that tremble. It's the tremble of an omega walking to the slaughter, of sealing a fate she never chose.

As she takes her place beside the eldest Giovanni son, the other two standing slightly behind him, just as eager. I finally place her. Natalia Rossi. We went to finishing school together, back before my fathers removed me and sent me to training. Back when there was still a sliver of hope that I might fulfill my duty and unite our families.

Natalia was always soft. Gentle. Everything an omega should be. And now here she stands, about to be bound for life to three men who will break her like a tame horse, until she's nothing but a pretty, empty shell.

There are no priests at this wedding. Just one of the elder Giovanni alphas. He holds a familiar athame in his hands, and he's wearing a mask over his face, and an expensive suit. A shiver rolls through me as I remember the night my own pack tried to trick me into a mating. When I stood in the center of a circle of masked men, an athame slicing into my palm, readying to bind myself forever.

I must have tuned out, because in a flash, the ritual is over. Natalia and the three alphas have all swapped bloody palms and recited their vows. Tonight, she'll be fucked by each of them, hard, fast and unforgiving until she submits completely.

The crowd erupts into applause as the mating ceremony concludes, but the sound is muffled in my ears, drowned out by the pounding of my own heart. I feel faint, dizzy with the potent mix of dread and arousal coursing through my veins.

As the newly mated quartet makes their way back down the aisle, Natalia's eyes meet mine for the briefest of moments. In that split second, I see myself reflected back—the same desperation, the same resignation. But there's something else too, a flicker of defiance.

It stirs something inside me, that tiny spark of rebellion. It's the same spark that led me to embrace the life of a killer, to risk everything for a chance at freedom. I may be trapped here now, surrounded by alphas on all sides, but I won't surrender. Not like Natalia. Not like Mama.

I've been dancing for hours and my feet are on fire. I feel like I need to take a long hot shower and scrub my body until my skin is raw after having all of these strange hands on me.

Alessio ordered me to dance with anyone who asked and to keep a smile on my face the entire time. I had no choice but to obey, though every graze of fingers against my lower back, or ever whiff of wiskey on the breath of men that are old enough to be my father made we want to hurl. I even danced with a Giovanni for a while, and his hadn't been an exception. Despite the fact that he's just recited his vow to love his wife forever, it didn't stop him from inviting me to a guest room for a quickie.

I'd feigned a blush and said no thank you, trying to be as diplomatic as possible—knowing that if I were to offend him on his wedding day, Alessio would make me pay dearly. It would embarrass him and I just can't take the chance that he might take that anger out on Mama when the lights go down tonight.

I can feel the eyes of my men on my back at all times—never wavering even for a second.

My men. Are they still mine?

As the reception swings into full gear, I find myself caught in a dizzying whirlwind of dance partners. It seems every eligible alpha in attendance is eager for a turn with the unmated De Luca omega, especially now that my impending heat is becoming impossible to ignore.

First up is Enzo Caruso, a cocky young alpha from Chicago. His hand rests low on my hip as he pulls me close, the spicy scent of his cologne invading my senses. "You look ravishing tonight, Belladonna," he purrs, his lips brushing my ear. "I bet you'd look even better spread out on my bed." I force a coy smile, stepping on his foot just hard enough to make him wince as I twirl away.

Next is Raphael Santoro, a smooth-talking alphahole from a Miami pack. He dips me low, his wandering hands grazing the side of my breast. "What do you say we slip away for a bit, sweetheart?" he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck. "I promise I can make you feel real good." I grit my teeth, digging my nails into his shoulder as I right myself.

On and on it goes, a parade of arrogant alphas all vying for a piece of me. Lorenzo Bianchi cops a feel of my ass, Juan Esposito tries to drag me into a dark corner, and Raul Giovanni, the groom himself, has the audacity to suggest I join him and his new bride later tonight.

"Natalia's a sweet little thing," he leers, his grip on my waist bordering on painful. "But I have a feeling you could teach us both a thing or two."

I can barely suppress the snarl that rises in my throat. How dare he proposition me on his wedding day, in full view of his mate? But I swallow my rage, plastering on a saccharine smile. After their mating tonight, he'll regret that invitation.

I stumble off the dance floor, my head spinning and my skin crawling with revulsion. I need air, need space, need to get away from the suffocating press of alpha pheromones before I snap.

I weave my way through the crowd, ignoring the knowing smirks and whispered innuendos that follow in my wake. Let them gossip, let them speculate. They have no idea the fury that simmers beneath my carefully crafted facade.

I finally excuse myself with a polite nod. I take off towards the restroom, but end up bypassing it entirely. I don't know where I'm going, but as long as it's far away from here.

I pass hallways I haven't been down in years, not caring how loud the clacking of my heels are. At the end of the hall on the second floor, I see a light. I make my way towards it, only to find a door cracked open. It's a cigar room. The maids must have left the door unlocked in the hustle and bustle to get the wedding thrown together. The lights are dim and warm and a small fire still burns in the corner fireplace.

I take a seat on a chocolate-colored leather couch and kick off my heels. My feet throb and I ache to rub them, but I know from experience that it'll only make them swell. Looking to my left, I see a small square package, and before I can talk myself out of it, I knock a fat cigar into my palm. I know I shouldn't, but after the day I've had, I really need something to take the edge off, and right now I can't stomach alcohol.

I light the tip and suck in—setting the lighter aside as I recline back on the couch. I smile to myself as I picture how furious Alessio would be if he were to find me in here like this. Blue hair, shoes off with a cigar hanging from my lips?—

"What's wrong with this picture?" drawls a deep voice from the doorway. I jolt in my seat, almost dropping the cigar in my lap.

Silas and Hector slip into the room with hands slung casually in their pockets. The look particularly delicious tonight in their expertly tailored tuxedos. As much as I've been known to get the warm tingles in my nether regions whenever they wear casual attire, I can't lie and say I didn't get instantly wet the moment I laid eyes on my dapper men. Even now, I can't stop my eyes from roaming their bodies from their polished shoes to the top of their gelled back hair.

Silas saunters over, plucking the cigar from my fingers and bringing it to his own lips. He takes a long, slow drag, holding my gaze as he exhales a plume of smoke. "Since when do you smoke, princess?" he asks, one brow arched.

Hector chuckles, settling himself on the opposite end of the couch. "I think our little omega is full of surprises tonight." His tone is light, but there's an edge to it, a tension that sets my nerves on end.

I cross my arms, jutting my chin defiantly. "It's been a long day," I say, my voice clipped. "I needed a break from all the bullshit out there."

Silas scoffs, flicking ash onto the polished hardwood. "Looked to me like you were having a grand old time, letting all those alphas paw at you on the dance floor."

I bristle, my temper flaring. "You know damn well I didn't have a choice. Alessio ordered me to dance with anyone who asked."

Hector leans forward, his elbows on his knees. "And did he order you to let them grope you too? To whisper filthy things in your ear while they pressed up against you?"

I flush, equal parts anger and embarrassment. "I didn't... I wasn't..." I sputter, but Silas cuts me off.

"Face it, sweetheart," Silas cuts me off, his voice low and dangerous. "You loved every second of it. All those big, bad alphas fighting over you, ready to throw down just for a chance at your sweet little cunt."

My mouth falls open in shock at his crudeness. Silas has always been blunt, but this is a new level of vulgarity, even for him.

Hector nods, his eyes glinting with a predatory light. "Can't really blame them, can we? Not with the way you smell right now, so ripe and ready for the taking."

I swallow hard, suddenly aware of just how vulnerable I am—alone in a secluded room with two very pissed off alphas, my heat pheromones saturating the air between us.

"I didn't... I don't want any of them," I manage to choke out, my voice barely above a whisper.

Silas crushes out the cigar, rising to his feet in one fluid motion. "Is that so?" He stalks towards me, crowding into my space until I'm forced to tilt my head back to meet his gaze. "Then who do you want, little omega? Huh?"

His hand comes up to grip my chin, firm but not painful. I whimper, my lips parting on instinct. "Does it even matter anymore, Sai? You don't want me anymore. I lied to you, remember? I tricked you. I'm a backstabbing bitch, just like you warned your brothers I was, right?"

Hector rises from the couch, coming to stand beside Silas. They exchange a loaded glance before turning their intense focus back to me. The air crackles with tension, the simmering anger and lust creating a heady cocktail that makes my head swim.

"You're right," Hector says, his voice rough with emotion. "You did lie to us. You betrayed our trust in the worst possible way."

I flinch at his words, tears pricking the corners of my eyes. But I refuse to let them fall, refuse to show any more weakness than I already have.

Silas's grip on my chin tightens fractionally. "And yet..." He exhales, the sound ragged and pained. "And yet, even now, even after everything... Our bodies still crave you. We still want you with a fucking intensity that terrifies us."

I suck in a sharp breath, my heart hammering against my ribcage. "Silas..." I whisper, my voice trembling.

He shakes his head, jaw clenched. "It infuriates me, you know that? How even when I'm so goddamn angry with you I can barely see straight, all I can think about is burying myself inside you. Claiming you, marking you, making you ours in every way possible."

Hector growls low in his throat, the sound sending shivers down my spine. "It's like you're a fucking drug, Bella.

I tremble under the intensity of their combined gaze, arousal and trepidation warring within me. "I never meant for you to get hurt," I manage to whisper. "I had to make an impossible choice."

Silas scoffs, releasing my chin only to fist his hand in my hair, forcing my head back. "And look where that got you. Right back here, caught between us, your body begging for our knots even though you know you shouldn't."

He leans in close, his lips a hair's breadth from mine. "Tell me, Bella," he murmurs, his breath ghosting over my skin. "Is this what you wanted? To be the prize in a room full of rutting alphas, all ready to tear each other apart for a chance at you?"

I whimper, my body responding to his proximity despite the turmoil in my heart. "No," I gasp out, my hands coming up to clutch at his lapels. "No, that's not what I want at all."

I'm lying to myself. Always fucking lying.

"Then tell us what you do want," he purrs, his lips brushing the shell of my ear. "Tell us who you belong to."

I shudder, caught between them, drowning in the intoxicating blend of their scents—whiskey and leather, smoke and spice. It would be so easy to give in, to let them take what they want, what my treacherous body craves.

But I can't. Not like this. Not when there's still so much unsaid between us, so much anger and hurt and betrayal.

I plant my hands on Silas's chest, summoning every ounce of strength I possess to push him back. He stumbles, more out of surprise than any real force, his eyes widening as I wriggle out of Hector's grasp.

"I don't belong to anyone," I say, my voice shaking but resolute. "Not to my fathers, not to the other alphas out there, and not to you. Not anymore."

Silas and Hector exchange a loaded glance, their nostrils flaring as they scent the air. My heat pheromones are growing stronger by the second, filling the small room with the intoxicating aroma of a fertile omega in need. I can feel it building inside me, a molten ache that radiates from my core, setting every nerve ending alight with desperate want.

"You may not think you belong to us, Bella," Hector says, his voice low and rough with barely restrained desire. "But your body seems to have other ideas."

I whimper, rubbing my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the throbbing between my legs. They're right, as much as I hate to admit it. My body is crying out for the touch of an alpha—no, not just any alpha. It wants them, Silas and Hector, but also Dante and even Sam.

Silas takes a step closer, crowding into my space once more. The heat of his body washes over me and I have to bite back a moan. "Here's the deal then," he murmurs, his breath hot against my ear. "We'll give you what you need, take the edge off so you can think straight. But in return, you promise that no other alpha touches you. Not tonight, not ever. You're ours, even if you won't admit it out loud."

My heart pounds as Silas's words sink in, his proposition hanging heavy in the air between us. I'm torn, caught between my pride and my body's overwhelming need. The rational part of my brain screams at me to refuse, to stand my ground and prove that I'm not some weak-willed omega slave to my biology.

But the ache inside me is growing more intense by the second, clouding my judgment, weakening my resolve. And beneath the anger and the hurt, there's a part of me that still yearns for them, that craves their touch and their affection despite everything that's happened.

"You want to fuck me in exchange for exclusivity?" I ask dubiously.

I laugh bitterly, shaking my head. "So that's what it takes, huh? A quick fuck and suddenly I'm yours again, off limits to anyone else?" I step back, putting some distance between us. "It doesn't work like that, Silas. You can't just snap your fingers and expect me to fall in line."

Hector frowns, a muscle ticking in his jaw. "This isn't about ownership. It's about keeping you safe. Do you have any idea what could happen if one of those knotheads out there got their hands on you right now?"

I bristle at the implication, even as a small, traitorous part of me thrills at their possessiveness. "I can take care of myself," I snap, lifting my chin defiantly. "I've been doing it for a long time now, no thanks to any of you."

Silas's eyes flash with anger and something else, something raw and pained that makes my breath catch. "You think we don't know that? You think it doesn't kill us, knowing what you've had to endure? What we couldn't protect you from?"

He rakes a hand through his hair, the carefully gelled strands falling into disarray. "Christ, Bella, you have no idea how much we..." He cuts himself off, jaw clenched so tight I fear his teeth might crack.

"You can't even say it yourself," I say with a bitter laugh. "You can't even admit for one second that you might have been wrong about me. That maybe, just fucking maybe, my fathers orchestrated this entire thing, and we're all marching along like good little soldiers."

Hector moves quickly, so fast I barely have time to register that we're nose to nose. His hand snakes behind my head and he fists my hair tight. "Then fucking do something about it, Belladonna. Fix this shit before I say fuck it and rip the throat out of every fucking male in their house until it's only the five of us left reign over the fucking ashes."

But before I can form a coherent thought, Hector surges forward, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss. I gasp into his mouth and he takes the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue sweeping inside to claim me. It's raw and desperate, a clash of teeth and lips and pent-up desire finally unleashed.

I moan, my hands fisting in his lapels as I pull him closer, my body molding to his like it was made to fit there. Silas growls low in his throat and then he's there too, his lips trailing scorching kisses down the column of my neck, his teeth grazing my pulse point.

"Tell me to stop right now, or we're going to fuck you on every surface of this room," Hector growls against my lips.

I should tell them to stop. I should push them away and walk out of this room with my head held high. But as Hector's hands skim down my sides and Silas's teeth nip at my throat, I can't find the strength to resist. My body is on fire, every cell screaming for their touch, their taste, their knots stretching me wide.

"Don't stop," I gasp, arching into them. "Please, I need you both so badly..."

That's all the permission they need. Hector crushes his mouth to mine again as his fingers find the zipper of my dress, tugging it down with one swift motion. The delicate fabric pools at my feet and I step out of it, kicking off my heels.

Silas's hands are everywhere, skating over my ribs, cupping my breasts, teasing my hardened nipples through the thin lace of my bra. He unhooks the clasp with deft fingers and the scrap of satin joins my dress on the floor.

"Fuck, look at you," he rasps, his gaze raking over my nearly naked form with blatant hunger. "So goddamn perfect."

I flush under the heat of their combined stare, my skin prickling with goosebumps. Hector walks me backwards until the backs of my knees hit the plush leather couch. He gives me a light shove and I fall back onto the cushions, breathless.

I sink back onto the buttery leather, my heart pounding as Hector and Silas loom over me, their eyes dark with primal need. Hector leans down, capturing my lips in another searing kiss as his hands roam my body, caressing every curve and hollow.

Silas kneels between my spread legs, hooking his fingers in the lace of my panties and dragging them slowly down my thighs. I lift my hips to help him, shivering as the cool air hits my heated core. He tosses the flimsy fabric aside, his gaze zeroing in on my wetness.

"Already so wet for us," he murmurs appreciatively. "Such a needy omega."

He leans forward, swiping his tongue through my slick, and I cry out at the contact, my hands flying to tangle in his hair. He groans against me, the vibrations making me buck my hips against his face. Hector swallows my moans, kissing me deeply as his fingers pluck at my aching nipples.

They work in tandem, Silas's clever mouth driving me higher as Hector maps my body with reverent hands, his cold rings like heaven on my hot skin. It's overwhelming, the dual assault on my senses, and I can already feel my orgasm building, coiling tight in my belly.

"That's it, baby," Hector encourages as he breaks the kiss, his voice rough with desire. Silas redoubles his efforts, his tongue swirling around my clit as he thrusts two fingers deep inside me, curling them just right to hit that sweet spot that makes stars explode behind my eyelids. I arch off the couch, crying out his name as my orgasm crashes over me, my inner walls clamping down on his fingers.

He works me through it, his touch gentling as I come down from the high. But there's no respite, no chance to catch my breath, because then Hector is hauling me into his lap, positioning me so I'm straddling his thighs.

I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my soaked center, only the fabric of his slacks separating us. He grips my hips, grinding me down against him as he captures my mouth in a filthy kiss, all tongue and teeth and desperate hunger.

Silas rises to his feet, shedding his jacket and shirt. His chest is a sculpted work of art, all hard planes and rippling muscle, his tattoos stark against his olive skin. My mouth goes dry at the sight of him, my spent body somehow sparking back to life with renewed desire.

He steps up behind me, his hand snaking around to cup my breast as he molds himself to my back. I can feel the thick ridge of his cock nestled against the curve of my ass and I moan into Hector's mouth, rocking back against him.

Hector's hands slide down to grip my ass, lifting me just enough for his cock to spring free from his pants. He's huge and hard, the thick head already glistening with pre-cum. I reach between us, wrapping my fingers around his length and positioning him at my entrance.

With one swift thrust, he sheathes himself fully inside me, stretching me deliciously. I cry out at the sudden intrusion, my nails digging into his shoulders as I adjust to his size. He stills for a moment, letting me acclimate, before he starts to move, rolling his hips in a steady rhythm.

Behind me, Silas presses searing kisses along my neck and shoulders, his teeth grazing my skin. Hector fucks me hard and fast, thrusting up into me before slowing again. In a flash I'm being spun around in his lap with his cock still buried inside me.

I lick my lips as Silas frees himself from his slacks, his impressive length springing forth. He steps closer, fisting his cock and running the thick head along my lips. I part them eagerly, taking him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his girth. He groans, tangling his fingers in my hair as he starts to thrust shallowly.

Hector pistons into me from below, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise as he slams me down onto his cock over and over. The dual stimulation is overwhelming, the feeling of being so utterly filled and stretched in both holes making my head spin with lust.

They find a rhythm, working in tandem to drive me wild. Silas fucks my mouth as Hector pounds into my aching core, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely through the room.

I can feel a second orgasm building, my inner walls starting to flutter around Hector's pistoning length. He snarls, his thrusts growing erratic as he chases his own end. "Fuck, I'm gonna knot you," he grits out, his grip on my hips tightening. "Gonna pump you full, make you fucking ours."

His words send me over the edge, my climax slamming into me with the force of a tsunami. My body convulses, inner walls clamping down on Hector's thick cock as waves of ecstasy crash over me. I moan around Silas's length, the vibrations making him curse and tighten his grip in my hair.

Hector roars as my pulsing heat milks his own release from him, his knot swelling and locking us together as he spills himself deep inside me. The stretch is exquisite, the feeling of being so completely claimed by this alpha overwhelming in the best possible way.

Silas pulls out of my mouth, fisting his cock furiously as he nears his own end. With a guttural groan, he erupts, painting my face and breasts with thick ropes of his cum. I lick my lips, savoring the salty musk of him on my tongue.

For a moment, we stay locked together, chests heaving, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax. Hector peppers soft kisses along my neck and shoulder, murmuring words of praise and devotion against my sweat-dampened skin.

Fingers fist in my hair again, and my head is yanked back until it's resting on Hector's chest. His lips graze my temple, his hot breath fanning over my skin as he hisses, "Like I said, omega. You belong to the fucking Carbone pack, and I'll tear out the throat of anyone who claims otherwise."