Claimed by three Alphas

Chapter 6: The First Lesson

Morning light slipped through the narrow slits in the stone walls.

It was pale and cold, barely warming the chamber. The fire had burned low during the night. Embers glowed red beneath a thin layer of ash. The air smelled thickly of smoke, sweat, and s*x, the scents layered and inescapable, clinging to every fur and every inch of skin.

I woke slowly. Body heavy with exhaustion. Sore in places I had never felt before. My hole throbbed with every heartbeat, a dull, deep ache that radiated outward. My thighs stuck together from dried slick and c*m. My skin felt sticky, marked, claimed in ways that went beyond the visible bruises blooming across my hips and wrists.

Thorne was already up.

He stood near the hearth, shirtless. Muscles shifted under scarred skin as he added fresh wood to the fire. His back was to me. Scars crisscrossed his broad shoulders and spine like old stories written in pale lines and raised ridges. He did not turn when I stirred, but I knew he had heard the small hitch in my breathing.

Aurelius still slept behind me. Arm heavy across my waist. Breath warm and steady on my neck. His c**k pressed soft against my ass, a lazy, intimate reminder of the night before.

Cassian sat against the far wall. Knees drawn up. Arms resting across them. Watching me. Always watching. Amber eyes calm and unreadable in the dim light.

I tried to sit up. Winced as fresh pain lanced through my core and thighs. Everything hurt. Muscles protested. Joints ached. I collapsed back against the furs with a soft, involuntary sound.

Thorne heard it. Turned.

“Up,” he said. Voice flat. Command.

I glared. Did not move.

Aurelius woke with a low grunt. Arm tightened around my waist, pulling me back against his chest. “He said up, little omega.”

I pushed against his hold. Weak. Pointless. My arms trembled with the effort.

Thorne crossed the room in three long strides. Grabbed my upper arm in a firm grip. Pulled me to my feet. Legs shook violently. I almost fell. He held me steady, rough fingers digging into muscle just enough to keep me upright.

“Lesson one,” he said, voice low and even. “You obey. Fast.”

He dragged me to the center of the room. The same wide fur rug from last night, still faintly damp in places. Dropped me to my knees. Hard. Pain shot through my kneecaps and up my thighs. I bit back a cry.

Aurelius followed, yawning wide. Stretched his arms overhead. c**k already half-hard again, swaying with his movement.

Cassian stood. Moved closer without sound. Formed a silent circle around me.

Thorne stepped in front of me. Unbuckled his pants with deliberate slowness. Pulled himself out. Thick. Pierced. Already swelling. The silver ring through the head caught the faint morning light.

“Open,” he ordered.

I clenched my jaw. Looked up. Defiant.

Thorne grabbed a fistful of my hair. Yanked my head back sharply. Thumb pressed against my lower lip, forcing my mouth open.

“You will learn to take us without fighting. Every hole. Every time.”

He pushed forward. The pierced head slid past my lips. Metal clicked against my teeth. Salty taste flooded my tongue. Thick stretch forced my jaw wider. He went deep. Hit the back of my throat. I gagged hard. Tears pricked immediately.

He held there. Let me struggle. Let me feel the full weight of him filling my mouth, blocking my air.

“Breathe through your nose,” he said. Calm. Patient. Cruel.

I tried. Choked. Drool leaked from the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin.

Aurelius knelt behind me. Hands gripped my hips. Lifted my ass higher. Spread my cheeks wide. Exposed again. Vulnerable.

Cassian moved to my side. One hand rested on the small of my back, steady pressure grounding me. The other stroked through my hair. Soft. Contrasting the roughness everywhere else.

Thorne started to move. Slow thrusts. In and out. f*****g my mouth with measured control. Piercings dragged along my tongue with every pass. My jaw ached. Throat burned from the constant intrusion.

Behind me, Aurelius pressed two fingers into my hole. No warning. Slick from last night eased the way. He curled them immediately. Pressed hard against that spot inside me.

I moaned around Thorne’s c**k. The vibration made him groan low in his throat.

“Good,” Thorne said. “That’s it. Show us you can take it.”

Aurelius added a third finger. Stretched me wider. Scissored slowly. Prepared me with rough patience.

Cassian’s hand slid under me. Wrapped around my c**k. Slow strokes. Firm. Bringing me hard despite the humiliation burning through me.

I hated how fast I responded. How my hips rocked back onto Aurelius’s fingers instinctively. How my mouth sucked harder around Thorne, tongue pressing against the underside despite myself.

Thorne sped up. Thrusts deeper now. Hitting my throat. Holding for long seconds. Pulling out just enough for me to gasp wetly. Then back in.

Aurelius pulled his fingers free. Replaced them with his c**k. One hard push. Buried to the base in a single stroke.

I cried out around Thorne. Muffled. Desperate. The sound vibrated through him.

Aurelius groaned. “f**k. Still so tight after last night.”

He started thrusting. Hard. Fast. Hips slapping against my ass with rhythmic force. Each thrust pushed me forward onto Thorne’s c**k. Double rhythm. Filling me from both ends without mercy.

Cassian stroked me faster. Thumb circled the slick head. Precum coated his fingers.

Pleasure built too fast. Too much. I shook. Tears streamed freely. Body on fire from the inside out.

Thorne gripped my hair tighter. Thrust once more. Deep. Held.

Hot release flooded my mouth. Thick. Salty. I swallowed reflexively. Choked. Swallowed again. Some spilled past my lips anyway.

He pulled out. c*m dripped from my chin onto the fur below.

Aurelius slammed in one last time. Knot caught. Swelled. Locked inside me with brutal finality.

Heat exploded deep in my core. Filling me again. Overfull.

Cassian’s hand never stopped. Stroked me through the overwhelming sensation.

I came hard. Spurts across the dark fur. Body convulsing. Hole clenching around Aurelius’s knot. Milking him in desperate spasms.

They held me there.

Thorne wiped my mouth with his thumb, smearing the last of his c*m across my swollen lips.

Aurelius stayed locked. Panting against my back.

Cassian leaned down. Pressed a soft kiss to my temple. Gentle. Almost tender.

Thorne crouched in front of me. Looked directly into my eyes.

“Lesson one complete,” he said. “You took us. Good boy.”

I could not speak. Throat raw. Body shaking. Knees bruised against the rug.

But inside, something shifted.

Small. Dangerous.

The fight was still there, flickering like the embers in the hearth.

But the craving grew stronger.

Deeper.

And I hated how much I already wanted the next lesson.