Chapter 143 Fucked raw by four alphas (R18)

Chapter 143: Chapter 143 Fucked raw by four alphas (R18)

Thrill and passion flooded through Noah’s mind as his eyes rolled back in the sweet, overwhelming moments of love washing over him. Killian hovered right at his face, kissing him deeply and bodily while Noah lay spread on the bed, body arched upward, taking in every sensation they drew from him.

He felt at peace, even as the heat and slick between his thighs tormented him so fiercely. It was still far better than dwelling on the darker things lingering at the edges of their lives.

Just as a moan began to rise in his throat, Lysander silenced it with a fondling grip at his neck—almost as if he meant to choke him, yet the pressure stayed delicate, controlled, never truly strong.

"You can’t moan out now," Lysander murmured. "I want it when I’m deep inside you... or when I’m licking you up."

His free hand slid to Noah’s thigh. Noah’s face went nearly white with incredulous longing. Lysander’s fingers drifted lower, found the wetness waiting there, and grinned. He began to stroke Noah’s cock with the other hand, leaving Noah’s mouth free at last.

"Now you can moan, baby. I want to hear you squirt for Daddy."

Lysander quickened the pace, working the upper pinkish shaft and circling the sensitive tip until precum beaded and spilled freely.

Eugene watched the scene with dark, hungry eyes. He bent and stripped off his shirt, leaving only rigid muscle on display. Noah gulped down an invisible lump in his throat.

Why the fuck were all of his men so ripped?

Eugene saw Noah writhing as Lysander stroked him harder. It was becoming nearly impossible for Noah not to thrash his legs or let the long moans escape. At the same time Damian busied himself elsewhere. While Lysander worked Noah’s cock—tip growing pinker by the second—Damian settled at Noah’s ass, where the slick had turned even juicier. He couldn’t help but lean in and lick.

The more Noah watched them pleasure him, the more he wondered if they were somehow under the influence of his pheromones. He remembered how those scents could once turn people mindless toward him. Yet his pheromones had stayed calm for days now. What had happened to their destructive edge? He could no longer tell.

Noah’s eyes flew open the moment he realized Damian’s fingers were inside him. He hadn’t expected two fingers to settle so easily, but the wetness made the stretch effortless. The thrusts that followed were pure bliss; the fingers fucked his ass so thoroughly that he shuddered like a leaf in a storm.

The dual pressure—on his cock and deep in his ass—threatened to unravel him completely. Just as he gasped, Eugene caught Noah’s hands and guided them gently onto the hard ridges of his abs.

"Come on, baby boy. Explore. I know you want to. Touch however you like."

The invitation was pure temptation. Even though Noah hovered on the edge of orgasm, he wanted more—wanted it tripled—and he especially wanted Eugene.

His hands trailed downward over the sculpted muscle. Eugene tipped his head back with a soft gasp.

"Yeah... go lower, love."

The voice alone nearly turned Noah into a helpless fool. The fact that he wasn’t one yet only made the hunger sharper; he wanted to be dominated so thoroughly he would come as if his life depended on it.

His exploring hands reached the waistband of Eugene’s boxers and found the long, hard bulge straining the fabric. Noah licked his lips, the sight utterly thrilling. He cupped the hot flesh through the cloth and began to massage it. Eugene’s patience snapped; he shoved the boxers down and freed his cock, letting Noah look and admire the thick golden length that was longer than expected.

Noah swallowed hard, then nuzzled along the sides, breathing in Eugene’s stronger, more masculine scent. A moment later he licked the shaft and took it fully into his mouth, sucking hard.

Lysander’s handjob had reached a breaking point. Noah’s cock throbbed on the edge of surrender; he was dangerously close to spilling.

The suction on Eugene’s cock broke as Noah’s eyes flew open and he began to gasp.

"Fuck—fuck—shit—it’s coming right now—!"

Hot, wet liquid poured across his stomach in thick pulses, splashing up onto Lysander’s face and coating his mouth. Lysander only grinned and licked it away like ice cream, savoring every drop while Noah shuddered through the aftershocks.

Before Noah could even recover, Damian’s fingers intensified their rhythm. Noah’s ass clenched hard around them and he gasped again. His cock, somehow still hard after the first climax, surged toward a second. He lifted his head, eyes squeezing shut, mouth falling open as another flood of orgasm crashed through him from every direction. Fresh cum splattered across the alphas around him; more slick poured from his body—clear proof of the pleasure they were wringing out of him.

They were far from finished.

"Turn that lovely ass around."

Eugene’s turn. Noah rolled onto his stomach. Eugene smirked, stroking himself once before lowering his mouth to the clenching pink hole. The sudden wet heat made Noah completely helpless; he moaned crazily, hands and body shaking as he grabbed for Lysander without even realizing he had closed his fingers around the other man’s cock. Lysander’s lips curled into a dark smile.

"Want Daddy’s cock now? You should have said so..."

Lysander lined up behind Eugene. Damian mirrored him on the other side. Killian, who had done the least so far, licked his lips and stroked himself slowly while he watched Eugene eat Noah out with thorough, greedy focus.

At last Eugene pulled back. Killian moved in first, settling between Noah’s spread thighs.

"I’m going to teach him how a proper orgasm is done."

His cock—harder than Noah had yet felt—found the slick, juicy entrance and thrust deep in one smooth motion. Noah shook hard around the sudden fullness, a broken sound tearing from his throat as the stretch and heat flooded every nerve.

Killian set a steady, relentless pace, each thrust driving deeper than the last. Lysander leaned in to claim Noah’s mouth again, swallowing the next moan, while Damian’s hands stroked over Noah’s back and sides, grounding him even as the pleasure threatened to scatter him completely. Eugene watched with dark satisfaction, already hard again, waiting for his turn to reclaim the hole Killian was claiming so thoroughly.