Chapter 3

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I wake up before sunrise on an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by warm bodies. I'm naked. One alpha holds me from behind, his hard cock poking my thigh through the thin linen of his underpants. Another man is pressed to my front, his nose in my hair. My face is tucked to the base of his throat, and I breathe in the strange scent of his skin. He doesn't smell like an alpha does. There's no musk or salt. He smells like earth and fresh grass in the spring. The third man lies at the foot of the bed. He's hugging my leg, his nose in the hollow under my knee.

They're deeply asleep. If I'm quiet, maybe I can slink out. I encircle the wrist of the alpha behind me and move his arm. It's heavy, but then it falls behind me when I shift my hip. The alpha sighs but doesn't wake up. I carefully pull my leg from the third man's embrace.

Slowly, I sit up and look around the room. In the dim morning light, the room is eerie. Their soft snores are the only sounds disturbing the complete stillness. My cloak hangs by the door, my clothes lie in a small pile on a nearby table, and my shoes stand under it. Through one window, I can distinguish a corner of another building. A barn? My horse must be in there.

I can go. I can crawl over the mattress, slip into my shoes, grab my clothes, and sneak out to the barn. Maybe they'll wake up, but maybe not.

Their huge bodies radiate warmth. They wear linen sleep pants, but their torsos are bare. The three alphas are sculpted like the statues of gods in the palaces downtown. Even asleep, they look inhumanly powerful. Immortal.

Go now. They can wake up at any moment. Go.

I…can't.

Looking at their peaceful faces, at their imposing bodies, I remember the pleasure I felt when they took me. The greatest pleasure of my life.

The leader hums from his sleep and moves his arm. He encircles my waist and rubs my belly with his broad palm. He doesn't open his eyes.

And I, the fool I am, I lie back down. I snuggle into his lap, and he strokes my stomach. He's so warm. I strain my neck to press my face back against the other alpha's throat and breathe in his delightful scent. Then I stretch my leg, sliding it under the third alpha's arms, and he hugs it again, nuzzling my calf.

They all cling to me in their sleep, and I feel strange. I'm not afraid. My heart is light even as I think of my lost freedom and my silver. It's as if I can't be unhappy with the three alphas surrounding me.

They're all touching me, a big dick is pressing into my thigh, close to my hole, and I ache again. Thinking of the glorious fuck in the forest, I bite my lip to keep myself from moaning.

I ache more than ever before.

My hole loosens, slick trickling out. My shaft is hard, my balls drawn up, and even my nipples itch for a touch. They're tight, the flesh underneath them throbbing. I've never felt anything like it. The empty ache in my hole grows and grows as I lie unmoving. It seems to spread, reaching deeper into my belly until I feel it in my womb.

Since Gerald first laid his hand on me, I've been horny all the time. But never have I felt a need like this. And with every heartbeat, every breath, it only gets worse. Anguished, I whimper, and a shudder goes through me.

The leader tightens his hold on me and rocks his hips, making me cry out with need.

They're all awake now, stroking my naked body. I shiver, my hands shaking, and I'm about to beg them, but I can't form words.

Finally, the alpha behind me opens his pants, and a hot naked dick presses between my ass cheeks. I reach back and guide it into me, moaning with relief.

Oh yes.

"He's drenched with slick."

"The scent. I need to fuck him too."

"He can take all of us. He wants it." The leader kisses my neck and grazes his teeth along my jaw. "You do, don't you? You want all our dicks?"

"Please." My voice is just a broken whisper, but they hear me well enough.

"What a gift. Such a young, pretty omega, and so horny."

One of them licks my balls, and another takes my nipple into his mouth. I cry out with joy from the sweet sensation. It must be what I need because when the leader thrusts his huge cock deeper and the other alpha sucks on my nipple, the most satisfying climax spreads through my entire body.

The alpha growls into my chest, sucking harder, and I must be dreaming because it feels almost as if he's sucking something out of me.

"It's milk. It's him."

But that's not possible—only omega fathers have milk.

"All the demons in hell. It's him!"

The third alpha swallows my cock while the leader fucks me harder. My other nipple bursts with sensation, and this time, I feel it distinctly. Something is coming out of my nipples when the man sucks them.

The leader buries himself deep in me, filling me with cum. It's like I'm still coming, the pleasure never-ending. He pulls out and rolls me onto my back.

The second alpha, who's been sucking my chest, scrambles up and settles on his knees between my spread legs. He fills me with his monstrous cock, and it feels even bigger than before, harder, the bulging head stroking my insides most deliciously.

The other two latch onto my nipples and suck.

"Yes, it's him. Our little mate. So generous and beautiful."

I do have milk. Overnight, my chest filled out. And they drink it.

I should be scared because my body has changed in ways it shouldn't, but the pleasure is such that it doesn't allow any other thought to enter my head.

With two wet mouths pulling on my chest, a big cock pumping in my hole, and greedy hands stroking all over my body, I'm as happy as I've ever been. The joy might drive me to insanity.

By the time the third alpha takes his turn inside me, I can't move my arms or legs. My whole body is tingling, waves of ecstasy are washing over me and crushing me, and my head is empty. In and out, in and out. More. Deeper. Again. My belly bulges and my groin and crease are all covered with juices. Wet suction on my chest never ceases, and my nipples are sore. They bite them and lick, and I twitch and mewl.

Later, I'm lying in the middle of the bed, exhausted. My asshole gapes open, cum pouring out. My nipples are drawn out and sore, clear liquid pearling at the tips. My limp cock is covered with drying seed. I don't even think of leaving this place. I wouldn't make it to the door.

Gentle lips kiss my skin. Up my legs, along my arms, over my heart and ribs, around my bellybutton. Open-mouthed kisses rain all over me, and senseless joy fills my heart.

"Our little mate," the leader says. He weaves his fingers into my hair, combing through the strands.

"We need to feed him," the second alpha says. "I'll cook."

"I'll wash him," the third one declares.

They tend to me for the entire morning, and I feel like a prince as I slowly regain my strength. I try to think, try to understand what's happening, but it's like my mind is in a haze of lust and happiness. I stare at the alphas, learning their features and admiring their bodies, and a strong sense of greed and ownership grows in me. They are my alphas, which is silly because they've captured me and are keeping me hostage.

Or are they?

Have I tried to leave?

At the thought of leaving, my stomach turns.

No. I can't go away. Ever.

I'm never alone—at least one of my alphas is always with me. They're guarding me, not because I'd ever want to run away, but because the forest around us is dangerous, and they worry about me.

Hale is the oldest. He's wise and gentle, with kind, amber eyes. I love his deep, gruff voice and how it rumbles through his chest when he cuddles me to his heart. At night, I often stir with his lips on my nipple. He opens wide and takes my tit into his mouth, and I'm half dreaming, half awake, as he drinks my milk. He doesn't speak much, but when we're alone during the day, he sings for me. He's always holding my hand or cradling me in his lap, and I feel treasured.

My second mate's name is Graeme. He tells me stories about the forest and mountains and teaches me everything about berries, mushrooms, and herbs. He's demanding, passionate, and loves the taste of my cum. I adore it when he sucks the cum out of me while Hale or Wyot fuck me.

Wyot is the youngest. He makes me laugh and fucks me the hardest. He's rough and likes to bite my neck when he comes deep inside me. Wyot is the best cook, and he's the happiest when I enjoy the food he's prepared for me. My cheeks and thighs have filled out, and my mates praise me that I'll be a healthy and strong papa for their young.

They take care of me. They feed me, bathe me, and they fuck me every day. I'm their hole, and I'm always wet and open. Their cocks are so huge, my body has changed for them. My hips have widened, and my hole is big and loose. I have so much slick and cum in me most of the time, I don't wear pants around our home and need to sit on a sheet when we eat dinner together.

I don't mind at all.

In the mornings, they're gentle. They fuck me lazily, each waiting patiently for his turn. My chest swells overnight, and the abundance of milk makes me ache. They drink it as they make love to me, and they kiss me all over when they're done. My nipples are big like animal teats from all the sucking, but I like them that way.

They go hunting during the day and sometimes even at night, but one of them always stays and keeps me company. Graeme and I walk in the nearby woods, picking berries and mushrooms, or I go fishing on the lake below with Hale. We make love in the grass or on the sandy shore by the water. When Wyot stays, we bake bread and fuck on the kitchen floor, basking in the heat from the oven.

When the other two come back from their hunt, they're demanding and rough. They fuck me on my knees or hold me up for each other so they can each stake their claim on my body. Each day, I come ten times or more.

I'm always ready for my mates whenever any of them wants me. When my hole is sore, which happens less and less, I open my mouth and throat for them and drink their seed. It fills me with pride that I alone can satisfy all three of my alphas.

Before we sleep, I nurse them. I love it when they drink the milk from my chest. I don't ask where it came from or why. I offer them my swollen nipples, and they suck them, making me feel glorious all over. I like it best when one of them fucks me while the other two suck and bite my nipples, making the milk gush. Sometimes I come so hard that I faint, but they don't stop. They take turns using my limp body, so I wake up after a while with yet another cock pumping in me.

I never feel empty anymore.

I told them about my past. Hale asked about my family and whether they might miss me, so I told my alphas everything. In my weakest moment, I was afraid they would banish me after finding out I used to be a whore.

But Hale keeps combing his fingers through my hair and never utters a word of judgment.

Graeme brings my hand to his lips. "None of those men fucked you as well as we do, did they?"

I don't have to lie. "No. I never used to be satisfied and happy in an alpha's embrace. Not until you found me."

Wyot kisses my bare stomach and grazes my skin with his teeth. "You're ours now, plump and well-fucked. One day, we'll put babies into your belly. You won't ever need anyone else."

My alphas want to breed me. Omegas can't have children from their first heat, but my alphas say that I will. They tell me that I'll be healthy and happy, and I trust them.

Hale says I'll give them three sons, and Wyot teases me that my belly will fit five. It's strange how they talk about it as if I'm supposed to carry many babies at once like animals do. But I'm not afraid at all. Nothing bothers me when I'm with them. I want to give them sons—as many as they want. Sometimes when we fuck, I get delirious and beg them to breed me already. The thought of all three of them planting their seed inside me arouses me like nothing else.

There must be some strange magic in my alphas, in their unusual scents and their creamy cum. Maybe they've put a spell on me so I would give them my body and carry their young. If so, I'm glad they chose me. I probably can't think clearly anymore, maybe I never will again, but I don't care because I'm happy.

I don't think about my money anymore. I have no use for it.