Page 90 of Bubblegum Pop

Odin’s hands travelled to my hips, caressing me with his thumbs. I fed one hand forward, tenderly playing with my clit, easing my sore muscles as I brought him inside me.

“Bad enough, and watching your ass shake as you lower onto me is torture, too.” He laughed as he held me.

I was so exhausted, and he helped me. It was something I hated about being an omega. When I was in heat, even if I was in pain or so tired I couldn’t move, I always had energy for sex. I would push myself to the absolute fucking limit to get a knot. And guests took advantage of it. I hated it so much. They ruined me without giving a shit about me. But, for once, I was glad, because it meant I could move for him.

Each rise and fall had him pushing inside me until my mind was swept away. I sighed as I raised my arms, palms flat on the ceiling of the car, to press down harder onto him. All I could feel was his hard length, and, as I dropped those final inches, my pussy hit the top of his knot, and I came in such a gentle flurry I thought I would dissolve.

Rather than a surge of pleasure tearing through me, it was as if I was on a cloud, carried by Odin, feeling him so deeply inside me that all my fears vanished as I gave myself to him.

“Odin, please. Touch me. I need you,” I cried out as my pussy clenched around him. The aching strain was perfect, and I arched my back, my shoulders to his chest as tremors wracked through me.

I was drowning in solid muscle. The only soft thing about him was his lips against my neck.

Odin groaned as I tightened around him. “This is so good,” I whispered, those delicate swirls of my first orgasm lighting up as sparks raced around my body and I came alive under his fingers. Odin, Zeus, Apollo, all four of us together in this cramped space, making love and wiping away the pain of what Michael had just done to us.

This was what I wanted. Like my nest, it was small, filled with their scent. All that was missing were my nets of stars hanging from the ceiling and it would be complete.

“Are you going to move for me?” Odin asked.

“You should be the one moving for me,” I bit back. I tensed my arms, getting ready to push hard on the ceiling, to fuck him so roughly that I’d forget everything apart from my alphas.

“Well, you asked for it.”

The only warning I had was his fingers diving to my hips. He dragged me down as he thrust up, his knot slamming against my entrance, and I cried out in surprise.

Then came the real explosion, pleasure bursting through my body, and I fell into him, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“Again?” he moaned, his intense gaze still grabbing me as I twisted my neck to look at him.

“Of course again,” I gasped. “I asked you to fuck me raw.”

I suddenly became the greediest omega I ever knew as I threw myself into it. He guided me, but I was still in control, even when he was destroying me.

“Oh fuck, Odin. Just keep going,” I whined. I reached back and clung to his arms as he pushed me right over the edge.

I couldn’t stop coming. My body had been waiting for them for years and now, I finally had them, truly had them. I couldn’t stop the waves of emotion from taking over. Every defence and guard I had in place, every way I had tried to protect myself all my life, it all broke. Nothing mattered except being with them, and I needed teeth in my neck, or I thought I would die.

They kept saying no, but they never rejected me. I couldn’t hear those words again, not when everything was so raw and violent.

Odin moaned, his hips moving, thrusting up into me, meeting my falls until I lost control of myself and shouted out, “Don’t stop, Odin. Please, don’t leave me.” I nearly sobbed as I dropped my head forward, my hair tumbling around my cheeks, hiding myself. It was easy to let go with them, but it opened up the pain inside me I’d been trying to ignore for so long.

“Candy…” Apollo trailed off, holding his hand out to me. I reached for him, our fingertips brushing, but I couldn’t grasp his hand.

Sweat beaded on my skin, finding all my cuts and harsh bruises on my body as it ran downwards. The stinging was lost in a flood of pleasure as Apollo’s frazzled aura filled the car and wrapped me in his love. Zeus lifted his head from Apollo’s cock, his lips pink, both of them watching me without breaking their rhythm.

“I want to bite you,” Odin growled, his teeth on the spot he’d been licking since I entered the car.

My eyes snapped straight to Apollo; hope I always kept as a small spark inside me flared to life again.

He couldn’t say no. If he said no, I was sure I’d die.

The car descended into silence. He froze, his lips still parted. Zeus watched Apollo as Apollo’s heavy gaze slid to Odin. Something passed between Odin and Apollo. It was faint, but it gave way as Apollo bit his lip and nodded.

And every tension fell away as Odin’s cock pressed inside me, and love shuddered between us.

“Do it,” Apollo said, his voice hoarse, looking at me. “I want to see his teeth in you.”

Zeus twisted, still gripping Apollo’s cock, their eyes shining, waiting for the show.