ChapterTwenty-Eight
Alex
The day after Thanksgiving feels bleak. Frigid air pressures the windows of the upstairs apartment at Somerville Carriage House. Doing the deed here makes sense. It’s a controlled environment where each of us can feel safe accomplishing our plan. As far as I know, the boys are downstairs figuring out which one of them is about to come up here and nail me into the bed.
Despite the heater in the room, I shiver uncontrollably, goose bumps rippling all over my body while I dig my toes into the silk sheets beneath me. My fingers flutter to the blindfold covering my eyes as I try to imagine which one of them will win. And how will I know? All of them have been in my mouth at some point, but without a real point of reference, I won’t be able to discern between their cocks.
Footsteps echo just outside the door. My heart hammers in my chest while I drop my hands to my sides and grip the sheets. We agreed I should be naked, but now I’m regretting the decision, my breath rolling in anxious waves as the footsteps near. Are those boots on the hardwood floor?
He reaches the carpet, his footfalls softening to a rhythmic pat as he approaches the bed. The bed squeaks slightly, and I feel the mattress dip with his added weight. Warm lips greet my cheek and then a hand settles between my thighs, causing me to shudder. Following his lead, I lie on my back, stretching my legs out to expose my naked body.
Other than his steady breathing and the rustling of his clothes, he doesn’t make a sound. Fabric thumps to the carpet. The bed creaks. A wrapper crinkles, and then there’s a beat of silence before his hands return to my thighs. His fingers slide over my folds and prod my entrance, quickly lunging into my channel.
Just remember to relax, Soren’s voice circles my mind. Go somewhere in your head for a little while.
I’m trying so hard to get my muscles to quit clenching, but I can’t. The shivering fit worsens when he settles between my legs. He nudges my pussy with his cock as he grips my shoulder with one hand and holds my left leg up toward my chest with the other. He pierces me swiftly and then unleashes a series of vivid thrusts that make me cry out.
Pain radiates through my core. Pressure builds in my gut as he pumps swiftly, not making so much as a grunt as he fucks me. That’s when I realize what’s happening.
I’m being broken.
After this, I’ll have nothing left to barter. I’ll just be another dumb bitch that these alpha jerks can toss around. I never stopped being their toy, not even when each of them expressed concern for my well-being and safety. It hurts to think I’m still a pawn, but I try to retain my hope, sitting in the rightness of this decision.
It’s my choice. I didn’t pick the person, but I picked the action. And when I break it to my mother that I’m no longer a virgin, she’ll have nothing to give Osmond. I cling to these thoughts while digging my nails into the sheets on either side of my body.
The headboard slaps the wall while the unknown alpha splits me open. Fluid soaks my inner thighs and the sheets beneath my ass as the pain intensifies. I hear a soft grunt and then nothing as he proceeds, lifting my knees to position over his shoulders.
Fuck, I want to know.
I reach for the blindfold, but my journey is halted by the guy grabbing my wrists and pinning them to the bed. God, I hope this is Lev. Anyone else would just make me feel shame. But Lev? He would make me feel proud. He’s the only one who bothered to offer me a way out.
He’s earned this.
After a few more pumps, the wretched act is over. He dismounts my body, gathers the sheets, and wipes me down. I’m left shivering just as hard as when he walked into the room. I roll to my side, fold over my knees, and whimper.
Is that really what it feels like? None of it was pleasurable, the pressure in my stomach so bad that I thought I would throw up. If I take off the blindfold and look at my body, will it appear different? Am I supposed to look different? Will it feel weird when one of them fingers me?
Voices drift from the hallway. Footsteps accompany the dissenting voices, and I realize that it’s the guys arguing with each other as they file into the room. I can make out their positions around the bed, but I don’t dare attempt to remove the blindfold or unfold my body.
“You losers wouldn’t even know what to do with her,” Soren accuses. “You’re not going to make her feel good. I’m the only one who can do that.”
Parker scoffs. “Yeah, right, pretty boy. She doesn’t want soft. She wants rough.”
“Oh, like you would actually know?” Tomas retorts. “Because you’ve spent so much time with her?”
“I’m going first, whether you like it or not.”
Lev groans. It’s such a distinct sound, that moody tone drawing close as he leans over the bed. “Is she sleeping?”
“God, that makes it hotter,” Parker says.
“Roll her over,” Soren instructs. “Let’s see if she’s awake.”
A small squeak erupts from my throat when I feel hands on my body. Now that I know Lev is near, I try to determine if I can match his touch with that of the stranger who just fucked me. It’s hard to tell when so many hands are roaming my body.
And it doesn’t help that it’s turning me on either.
“Soaked,” Soren whispers. He nuzzles my ear as his fingers cup my pussy. “You like being claimed like the slut you are, don’t you?”