Chapter 144 Fucked raw by four alphas II (R18)

Chapter 144: Chapter 144 Fucked raw by four alphas II (R18)

Nothing mattered more than what he was getting. As Killian drove into him, Noah barely registered the stray thought of Marcus slamming into his mind—the poor guy trapped in deep sleep, probably tormented somewhere far away—while he himself was being filled and rimmed by four men, taking a heavy, thick cock with every thrust.

Fuck, yeah. Killian’s cock was everything.

Noah’s face pressed forward into the sheets, ass tilted high and elevated so Killian had full access from behind. He took everything the alpha wanted.

"You love doggy, don’t you?" Killian growled, voice rough with pleasure. "This style is your favorite, little kitten." His free hand reached around and found Noah’s cock—soft from the earlier orgasms but still responsive. He stroked it back to hardness while delivering a powerful thrust that rocked Noah forward.

Noah felt his insides cry out for a moment of rest, yet he refused to give it. He needed to ride out this heat, to satisfy the burning cycle that had claimed him. It was his natural rhythm, even if the last one back at school had felt different. This body—Ashton’s body—seemed to run on an erratic schedule, almost unpredictable. He wondered whether the real host had ever kept proper track of it. The distraction lasted only a second before a hard thrust slammed against his deepest ridges and dragged a helpless gasp from his throat.

Killian’s final thrust was the hardest yet—deep, relentless, overwhelming. Noah’s neck arched as Killian locked against him, both of them caught in the same sharp ecstasy. Heat flooded Noah’s hole as Killian came, emptying every drop inside him.

Noah’s eyes widened. No protection. The thought hit hard. He didn’t know much about omegaverse biology, but he had heard that males could get pregnant. He was an omega. This man had just released his seed deep inside him. Would it take?

Fuck. Fuck.

It was already done. A thick knot swelled at the base of Killian’s cock, locking them together just as the last pulses faded.

"Shhh. Relax, little kitten. Let the knot deflate on its own." Killian’s voice softened. "I love you, baby." He pressed a slow, sexy kiss to Noah’s throat, then licked the sweat from the back of his neck.

"I would forever hold on to you, my love. Never leave your side, no matter what."

Killian’s teeth ached with sudden need. His gaze fixed on the unmarked curve of Noah’s neck. Before Noah could fully understand what was happening, sharp fangs sank in. Pain flared bright and sudden; Noah groaned.

"I’m so sorry—please—I didn’t know when it happened." Noah’s gentle voice cut through the haze, calming him even through the sting.

"That’s normal," Killian murmured against the fresh mark. "Mate bonding. It’s what we’re doing right now, after all."

He stayed still until the knot finally softened and slipped free. Lysander’s cock twitched in open interest the moment Killian pulled away. Noah, surprisingly, felt no real exhaustion—only a restless energy still humming under his skin.

Lysander slid in easily. Noah rode him for a while in the same position, but soon grew restless for something different. Lysander lifted him without effort, guiding Noah’s legs to circle around his neck. He pinned him against the wall, still holding his full weight, and began thrusting hard and fast. Their combined weight slammed into the plaster, yet neither of them felt it. Noah moaned openly while Lysander kissed him, fucking him raw against the wall.

Noah watched Lysander’s face through the blur of motion. Those eyes shone a vivid red, shifting right before him. Fangs were already fully extended. Lysander didn’t wait for climax this time. He bit down on a free stretch of skin, the pain sharp and electric—like a drug flooding Noah’s veins. Pleasure crashed harder than before. Lysander’s thrusts turned almost dangerous, driving deep until he shattered inside him.

"I’m going to cum inside you," Lysander growled, the words an order. "Fill this sexy ass with my seed, baby."

"We’re both going to cum together right now."

The command landed perfectly. Orgasm hit them both like a tidal wave. Noah spilled again across their stomachs while Lysander flooded him, knot swelling and locking them together once more. Lysander stayed buried deep, stroking Noah’s purple hair with unexpected gentleness.

"This means so much to me, darling—us finally bonding the right way, without any disturbance. This is pure bliss. I know things aren’t right with Marcus, and this isn’t the ideal time... but we couldn’t leave you in this kind of discomfort. Don’t feel bad. You’re an omega. It’s necessary that you get laid during heat—especially with the kind of pheromones you carry. They could make anyone lose their mind and sanity if left unchecked."

The knot eventually loosened. Eugene stepped closer, smirking softly when he saw how spent Noah looked. He clearly didn’t want to push him further into exhaustion.

"Don’t worry. I won’t demand a turn right now. We can do it another day."

Noah’s eyes widened in quiet gratitude. He smiled at the understanding. A second later his legs buckled. Eugene caught him before he could fall.

"Damian’s coming with a bowl of water. I don’t think you can manage a full bath yet, so I’ll clean you up here."

Eugene took the bowl from Damian. Damian settled close, resting his head lightly against Noah’s while Eugene tended to the sensitive places—gently wiping Noah’s ass, cock, and stomach clean of the evidence of everything that had just happened.

Noah flinched once. Eugene sent him an apologetic look.

"It’s all right. It was a lot, wasn’t it?"

Noah shook his head weakly. "It wasn’t too much... but I feel so weak. I just want to sleep."

Eugene nodded. When the cleaning was finished he looked around for clothes. Lysander returned carrying a soft blanket and draped it over Noah. Noah had already insisted on sleeping beside Damian, so the other alpha climbed onto the large bed and pulled him close, cradling him carefully against his chest.

Exhaustion finally claimed Noah. The last things he registered were Eugene’s gentle kiss against his forehead and a quiet declaration of love—then his mind went dark and quiet.