“Take her!” Vash growled, much louder now.
Lucas hunched near a small recess within the rocky walls. Leaning, he eased his wrist back and let out a relaxed groan. “Does she feel like salvation?”
Rae felt the swell of Killian’s cock fill her to the brim. She’d thought the pregnancy might have stretched her out, but two years without sex had brought her back to a near-youthful state. As he cut his hips back against the humid air, she felt the pain of him pushing against her thin walls.
She knew they’d break her again—the alphas needed to break. But this time, there would be no illusion surrounding it. She knew she was theirs. For better or for worse, they sacrificed everything together. Every pump that Killian gave her was a reflection of their vow, and it was the very reason the public regarded her in such high terms. The impishness echoed throughout all of humanity, and she wondered if the public could now feel the freedom that came after their torment. Not yet, maybe. Someday, they would understand.
“Punish me,” she whispered, eyes shutting.
Killian held her arms back and chattered his teeth with delight. “Alphas, join me inside her. She feels as soft as a lamb.”
Rae smiled and allowed her legs to fall across his shoulders. Lucas quickly ducked to the side of Killian, kissing the tops of her feet while massaging his thumb against her tightened backside. Every hole had to be explored. With every twist of his finger, she loosened, and he slipped in deeper and deeper.
Rae flinched and caught her breath. Pain rose into her chest, but she remembered to focus on her breathing. Whenever things got tough, breathing helped her through it. Over time, she had forgotten the principle of pleasure. Most people would seek out pleasure to avoid pain in order to satisfy biological needs.
Not her. Instead, she found the middle path, as some women did, riding between pain and pleasure. She would consent to her beatings from her pack, knowing her satisfaction came from her acceptance. The pain would often wash right through her, carrying new instructions. At the end of the day, everyone had a role to play. She was proud of hers.
“I am yours,” she stated.
Lucas tilted his head back as a smile cut across his face. Slowly, his teeth snapped back into a harsh bite. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he moaned.
“You like that I’m caught, don’t you?” she asked.
Vash came behind her, teasing her hair back into a ponytail. He tugged her head until she was looking directly in his eyes. He answered for Lucas by saying, “Only when it’s us doing the catching.”
“I’m your trophy,” she panted, tongue rolling out like a red velvet carpet.
When Rae was open enough, Lucas fucked his hips forward. Her walls collapsed around both of the men, and her mouth closed from the pressure of Vash’s thick mass. Each of them seemed to feel the warmth of her at once as they let out their low cries, hands clasping her lower appendages tighter.
Rae felt her skin flush. They were so in love, and yet, the men’s compliments only made her more self-conscious. Distance could sometimes do that to people. The stakes had become higher, and her words, though trivial, felt like they held weight. The one thing none of them had said yet were the very words that bonded them together, even more than the sex that appeared as an outward glue to their union. It was those words she said next that inspired them to really let her have it.
“I love you,” she said. “I’ll always love you. You three are my home, the pack that made me understand there was more to the world.”
The lust wasn’t what guided them anymore. It was so much more than that, something so heavy and honest that it scared the shit out of Rae. It didn’t matter where she came from or who she used to be. She was someone different, a woman far away from her younger self. But no matter what she was, her family depended on all four of them now.
“Stare at me while I take you,” Killian said through quick and heavy breaths.
Rae obeyed. She kept her eyes fixed on the dark hue of his eyes, falling into the vastness of their love. Every memory turned into deep emotion.
“I’ll never leave you,” she moaned, tightly clutching around his thick forearms.
“Oh, darling,” Killian muttered, gaze falling on her erect nipples. “It’s in your nature to leave.”
The two others hovered over them. “It’s in our nature to follow,” Lucas said. “That’s why we were hard on you. You needed to learn that the world is a vile place.”
“Vile,” she moaned.
Killian thrust three more fingers into her wet mound. “And the worst part must be knowing that we’re as sick as the rest.”
Rae grunted and spread her thighs apart as slick covered his hand. Taking control, she urged his fingers in deeper. “You’re wrong,” she said. “That’s the best part.”
Every cavity used. No parts spared. She was built from a different mold than most girls. Most girls would cry, but she found her place in the darkness of her own heart. She walked the halls of punishment and trauma, the eyes of staring men penetrating the very core of her being. This was practice. This was patience. And, as their cocks stretched her and molded her holes to resemble open wounds, she found her heaven.
It was above everything. And bright it was—so bright! But somehow, it had been built by devils.
How could that be? She wondered. But she knew the universe was built much like an elaborate clock. It spun, clicked, and purred when it needed to. At the very least, she found the men who regarded her as the center mechanism.
Pumping and claiming, the men threw her. They bent her when they wanted to break, pinched when they yearned to punch. An alpha’s urges were supposed to be violent, but every form of punishment given was carried out with a level of humility and respect.