There's a surround sound of growls echoing through the living room. My eyes flash from Darrell, who grips the fireplace with white knuckles. Dash tries to push past Mitch, and Mitch turns to face me, like I’ve become his next meal.
“Lolli. You need to run,” Colson says through gritted teeth, gripping my hand so tight, that if I even tried to run, I couldn’t.
“Let go.” I stand up, trying to pull my hand away from him. Instead he pulls me closer to him as he stands, lifting me off the ground.
“I can’t. I tried.” He inhales, pressing his nose to my neck. He runs, carrying me upstairs, then kicks my door shut. I watch as he locks the handle. But when did that get there? I didn’t have a lock before.
My back hits the bed as a squeal leaves me, my body bounces from the motion. Firm hands find my hips as my body melts into the mattress. His fingertips trail against the waistline of my shorts, and in one swift motion, I’m completely exposed as he throws my shorts and panties over his shoulder. A low hiss leaves me as the chill of the room hits my bare sex. “Lolli, I’m so sorry.”
“Don’t be.” I sigh, feeling the burn through my body. Each second feels like an eternity as I watch him strip. There’s a banging at the door. The others shout for Col to stop, but we don’t listen. Col climbs over my body. “I need to be inside you,” he growls, nipping at my skin as he pushes my shirt up.
My skin burns at the need for him to be inside. Hooking my legs around his waist, I help guide him into me. I’m not sure why, but as he slides into me, I feel him grow, not longer, but wider. Stretching me more than he did last time.
Colson grips the sheets by my head and lets out a long guttural growl as he begins, fucking me hard. Our bodies smack together as I feel the power behind it. They said he was an Alpha. And now I know why, I can feel it inside me, his power building, begging to consume me.
Each thrust brings him closer to me, filling me with a coolness, smothering the fire within, the carnal desire to let go. “I’m gonna..” My sentence breaks off as I scream out, digging my nails into his back, arching up into him.
“So fucking tight,” Colson snarls. I feel the weight of him laying over me, pushing me further into the mattress. “I’m going to mark you,” he says, with a gravelly voice. So close to my ear, it vibrates through my whole body. Mitch said the same thing before. I don't know what that means exactly, but I welcome it.
Instinctively I turn my head to the side, baring my neck for him. “Not there, Lolli.” He pushes off me, just enough to dip his head further down, biting deep into the underside of my left breast.
“Colson!” I scream out his name, as I feel the tightness between my legs. Colson stills inside of me, filling me with his essence.
When my orgasm begins to come down, I still feel the need, my body begging for more. I’m not sated like I was when Mitch fucked me in the park. The others are close, and my body craves them. I need them to complete the circle. I’m not even sure what that means.
My bedroom door is kicked in, splintering wood all over the floor. “Colson!” Darrell’s voice explodes in my room. I moan as I watch Darrell’s stern face as he sees me in a compromising position.
“Too late,” Colson says, not moving. I feel his knot inside of me. I was definitely still in my heat cycle. Because Colson now has his knot.
“Did you mark her?” Darrell comes around the side of my bed where my head is. I arch back, looking up at him, but I’m pulled forward at the waist as Colson moves me so he can stand up. We’re connected, and there’s nothing anyone can do until his swelled knot goes down.
Darrell grabs my hair and turns my head side to side. “She has a mark, but it’s not fresh. Who did that?” he asks me. “Who marked you?” He pokes the spot where Mitch bit me, days ago.
I look over at Mitch who smiles from ear to ear. “I did,” he says with pride.
“Fucking shit.” His hands wander down my body, leaving a trail of fire in his wake. When he gets to my breasts, he squeezes them and pauses. My breath catches as I feel his hands on me, caressing me in the most delicious way, and all be damned if it doesn’t feel amazing. “Colson.” Darrell looks down at my breast to see a fresh set of teeth marks there.
“Sorry. I couldn’t control it,” Colson says. “She’s not just yours,” he snaps.
“I’m fully aware. We discussed this. No marking until she knew what it meant.” I feel Colson slip out of me. His knot no longer keeps us together.
“I need more,” I plead, batting my eyes up at Darrell. My fingers move between my legs as I begin rubbing myself, feeling Colson’s warm cum and mixing it around.
“Dash,” Darrell growls. I look over at Dash, who looks eager as he moves to stand between my legs. “Take her. Mark her. When you’re finished, holler for us.” Darrell lets go of my breast, and I whimper from the absence of his warm hands. I feel strange, knowing now that I will have all of them. The need to be with them all is taking over, and I am both excited and confused.
Dash strips his clothes from his body. I reach between us, taking his cock in my hand and guiding it to my pussy. “Fuck me, Dash. Make me yours.” My body is overwhelmed, and I feel like I could split into a million pieces.
“You’re not just mine though, Ronni. I have to share you, remember. I didn’t get the first mark like I wanted. I wanted to make all your firsts mine. All of them,” he growls as he pushes into me with anger. “You couldn’t wait to fuck them all could you? Letting them each fuck your slutty pussy.” He’s harsh, rough, and aggressive.
“No. And I’ll fuck your dad too,” I say, taunting him. Although the thought of being with Darrell, while I’m here with Dash, gives me an odd feeling. Like I want them all, but I’m also scared of what it’ll be like to have the man who was like my father between my legs.
“Not until after you're full of my cum. I want him to feel how much cum I empty into you. How stretched out I make your pussy with my thick knotted cock.” I let out a cry as I feel him stretching me more than the other two did. Almost to the point of hurting. “That’s right, scream for me. Give me your tears.” Dash thrusts into me, almost like he’s full of hatred. Like he hates that he has to share me.
“I always had a feeling,” I say between thrusts.
“About what?” I feel his fingers dig into my hips.
“That you would be mine.” I may have dreamed about Colson being my husband. But deep down, I knew Dash would be mine. My body craves him, even if I never wanted to fully admit it, I knew.