Bound to the Crimson Brothers (Triplet Alphas × Wheelchair Omega )

Chapter 5 First Rut

First Rut

I wake up choking on Alpha rut.

Cassian’s knot is still inside me, thick and pulsing, his teeth buried in my mating gland.

Rowan’s already hard again, grinding against my thigh, eyes glowing demonic red.

Silas is shaking, rut fever full blast, licking the sand leaking out of me like its f*****g ambrosia.

“Round three,” Cassian growls against my skin, the knot finally going down enough to pull out with a wet pop.

I whimper at the emptiness.

Rowan flips me onto my stomach, yanks my hips up.

“Ass up, baby.”

My arms give out. Face in the sheets.

Silas slides underneath me, lines his c**k up with my mouth.

“Open wide.”

Rowan slams in without warning.

I screamed around Silas.

They find a rhythm: Rowan pounding my hole, Silas f*****g my throat, Cassian kneeling beside us just watching, stroking himself slow and filthy.

“Look at him,” Cassian says, voice wrecked. “Look how f*****g pretty he breaks.”

Rowan pulls out, flips me again, throws my legs over his shoulders and slides back in deeper.

“Gonna knot you so many times you’ll feel us for weeks.”

He does.

Three knots in a row.

Each one bigger, hotter, longer.

By the third I’m speaking in tongues, babbling their names, begging in broken sobs.

Silas takes his turn next.

He puts me on his lap, facing away, makes me ride him while Cassian and Rowan hold my legs open so wide my hips burn.

Every bounce shoves him deeper.

Silas bites my neck, knots me, grinds up hard.

“f**k, you’re milking me so good.”

I came again, dry, body shaking apart.

They carry me to the shower somewhere around dawn.

Hot water. Steam. Three mouths everywhere.

Cassian presses me towards the tile, fingers me open slowly while Rowan sucks bruises down my spine.

Silas drops to his knees, spreads my cheeks, eats me out like he’s starving.

I come just from his tongue.

They wash me like I’m something precious and fragile and theirs.

Dry me with towels softer than anything I’ve ever touched.

Carry me back to bed.

I’m wrecked.

Covered in bites, bruises, come.

Legs still useless.

But every other inch of me is on fire.

Cassian spoons me from behind, knot pressing against my thigh like a threat and a promise.

Rowan in front, thumb brushing my swollen lips, kissing me soft and slow.

Silas curled between my legs, head on my stomach, fingers tracing every mark he is left like he’s reading braille.

“You’re ours,” Cassian says again, his voice raw and final.

This time I just nod.

“Yeah,” I whisper. “I am.”

They fall asleep wrapped around me so tight I can barely breathe.

I stare at the ceiling mirror.

See what they see.

A ruined boy drowning in Alphas.

Flushed, shaking, bitten raw, stuffed full and leaking.

And for the first time since the crash, I’m not empty.

I’m f*****g overflowing.