Feral Bonds: Claimed By Rogue Alpha Brothers

Warning: Mature content in the chapter

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Evaline:

The aftershocks were still rippling through me, leaving my chest heaving, my skin flushed, and my body twitching with the echoes of the second orgasm. My arms ached where they were bound, but the ache was drowned under the heavy, molten heat still pooling low in my belly.

And then... warmth.

A mouth brushed over mine, soft but unyielding, claiming me before I had the chance to even take another breath. My heart pounded as I tried to recognize who it was. But when lips parted mine and a tongue slid between them, my heart lurched.

I tasted myself.

Not the sharp tang of Draven's darker, spiced essence, nor the subtle sweetness that always clung to Oscar. No, this was me. My own taste smeared across his lips, spread on his tongue, making it impossible to tell who it was.

A groan broke from my throat, muffled into the kiss - half frustration, half surrender.

The man chuckled lowly into my mouth, the vibration passing into me as he cupped the back of my head, holding me firmly in place. His grip was strong, steady, commanding. I could do nothing but melt into it, my body arching weakly as the kiss deepened, tongues tangling, his taste and mine mixing into something that stole my breath.

When the kiss finally broke, my head was spinning, lips swollen, chest still heaving as if I hadn't been given air. Before I could even gather my bearings, strong arms slid beneath me.

I gasped as I was lifted off the couch, my bound wrists brushing against his chest.

The sound of footsteps followed, firm and unhurried. Then the creak of a hinge. A door opened, closed. My ears strained, my heart racing.

Then... softness.

The sheets beneath me were cool, making me shiver as my overheated skin met them. A low sigh left me as I shifted, the faint chill was a shocking contrast to the heat radiating through my body.

I didn't have time to savor it.

Because they were both there.

Mouths, hot and insistent, trailing over my body again, stealing any sense of space or time. Lips grazed my belly, my sides, my breasts, my throat - greedy, claiming, tasting every inch of me.

Then a mouth found mine again. I recognized it instantly... the same one from before. The same faint taste of myself lingering on the tongue as it slid against mine, deepening the kiss until I was gasping, moaning into him, giving up all hope of separating one man from the other.

My body arched helplessly into the kiss, and that was when I felt movement between my legs.

The sheets dipped as someone settled lower, spreading my thighs gently but firmly. My breath caught when I felt his skin brushing mine, hot and bare. At some point, while I had been lost in the dizzying kiss, the other one had shed his clothes.

My mind spun at the realization.

And then I felt him.

The thick length of him pressed against my folds, hard and unyielding, sliding slowly over my slick heat. He rubbed deliberately over my swollen clit, teasing, sending sharp sparks racing through my already overstimulated body. My hips jerked involuntarily, chasing the sensation.

Being pregnant made my body more sensitive than ever. Every brush, every touch, every press of his length over my folds had me gasping, thighs trembling, belly tightening faintly with the strain of pleasure.

The head of his length nudged against me again, sliding easily through the wetness coating my folds. My body clenched in anticipation, knowing what was coming, helpless against the instinctive need to be filled.

And then... he pressed forward.

The blunt tip slipped inside me with sinful ease as my body yielded without resistance. A strangled moan tore from me as I felt him stretch me, fill me, sink deeper, inch by inch. My head fell back against the sheets, lips parting in a wordless cry as my body adjusted around the thick intrusion.

It was almost too much - pregnancy had made me tighter, more sensitive, every nerve ending sharper. The sensation was overwhelming, drawing a helpless whimper from my throat.

A mouth swallowed that sound.

The same mouth, the same taste, pressing hard against mine as if to silence me, as if to claim me entirely. His tongue tangled with mine, rough and demanding, while below, the other man's hardness seated fully inside me with one final thrust.

I was filled completely, stretched around him, my body fluttering helplessly in response.

He didn't linger.

The moment I adjusted, he pulled back only to drive into me again - slow at first, deliberate, making me feel every thick inch of him. My thighs started trembling violently as the rhythm built, each thrust pushing deeper, dragging against every sensitive place inside me.

My bound wrists tugged desperately above my head, my chest heaving, breasts bouncing with each roll of his hips. My belly shifted faintly with the force of it, a reminder of the child inside me, but even that only heightened the sensation, made me more aware of how utterly consumed I was by the two men around me.

The one kissing me groaned into my mouth, cupping the side of my head, keeping me pressed against him as if he couldn't bear to let me go.

The one inside me was moving faster now, hips snapping against mine, his length sliding through my slick heat, every thrust rubbing against the swollen bundle of nerves inside that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I broke the kiss with a cry, my head thrashing against the pillows.

I couldn't tell who it was.

Was it Oscar's playful cruelty that had him pounding into me this way, or Draven's dark hunger that made him claim my mouth so mercilessly? My bonds blurred it all, the taste, the heat, the rhythm, leaving me lost, floating, drowning in pleasure.

Another thrust hit deep, and I shattered again.

My body clamped around him hard, the orgasm tearing through me with brutal force. I cried out, raw and breathless, my back arching high as I clenched around him while trembling uncontrollably. My belly tightened faintly again, heat spilling through me in wave after wave until I collapsed back against the sheets, boneless, gasping.

But he didn't stop.

Even as I trembled and broke beneath him, he kept moving, relentless, each thrust drawing out the pleasure, keeping me trapped in the spiral of sensation.

And above me, that same mouth descended again, swallowing my moans, claiming me with every heated stroke of tongue.

I couldn't tell who was who.

And maybe... I didn't want to.