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“I can imagine it—you here alone, touching yourself. Legs spread, pushing a glass toy inside, fucking yourself over and over with it.”
“Hah…”
“Did you think of us when you did it?”
“Ah—! Hng, ah!”
Adam couldn’t answer.
The tongue sliding over his cock had grown rougher.
Isaac stiffened his tongue and scraped the tip repeatedly.
The sensation of it tracing the veins made Adam tilt his head back, exposing his sharp jawline—where Chester’s eyes lingered.
“We were wrong to leave you alone for so long. What was a hunt worth, anyway?”
“Ngh—”
Adam couldn’t reply.
Chester sucked at the soft flesh under his jaw, and the scent of his swaying hair made Adam close his eyes. It was all too much—everything he’d ever wanted.
“Ah—!”
Adam gasped, fingers tightening in Isaac’s hair as Isaac pressed his thumb against his perineum.
The swollen mound beneath his balls was kneaded relentlessly. His insides clenched, legs jerking uncontrollably.
Overwhelmed, Adam twisted his hips—only for both Carlisle brothers to pin him down.
Trapped, he let out a whimper.
Pity should’ve softened them, but no one stopped.
Isaac spread his thighs wider and pushed a finger inside.
The intrusion made Adam’s eyes fly open.
“Hhk!”
Even one finger made his vision spin.
It probed deep, stirring him ruthlessly.
His heat-cycled body welcomed it greedily, squeezing around the intrusion with wet, obscene sounds.
Squelch, squelch.
“Sounds nice. You must’ve been starving.”
Chester kissed his knee, laughing.
Isaac pulled his lips away and muttered,
“You try.”
“Me?”
“You heard him—he’s still hungry. Be generous.”
“Haha, how merciful of you.”
Chester’s fingers pressed against his rim, teasing the tense muscle until slick dripped freely.
He prodded the furl relentlessly before finally sinking a finger in.
Now, two fingers stretched him open.
“Ngh—!”
They scissored inside, coaxing more fluid to spill.
The scent of an omega in heat thickened the air. Isaac gritted his teeth.
“Tch.”
The rough sound made Adam glance down.
Through hazy vision, he saw Isaac’s face—brows furrowed, jaw tight, expression uncharacteristically undone. The sight sent a thrill through him.
I want him to break further.
To take me harder, rougher.
‘I must be insane.’
The blasphemous craving almost made him laugh.
But his thoughts scattered as fingers curled inside him.
Thrust, deep.
One finger hammered the same spot; the other twisted and stretched.
The erratic motions tore a scream from Adam, nails clawing the sheets.
“Haah, ah—!”
Isaac smoothed a hand over his sweat-drenched forehead.
A droplet rolled down Adam’s brow, and he squeezed one eye shut—prompting Isaac to tap the closed lid playfully.
“S-Slow down… please.”
“Slow? How much slower do you want us to go?”
Chester’s laugh was dark.
His fingers plunged deeper, crooking upward.
Adam writhed, slick splattering.
“Hips down, Adam.”
“Ah—ah!”
“Now.”
Chester pistoned his wrist.
Wet, filthy sounds filled the room.
Adam sobbed, begging for release, but no one listened.
“Ah—ah!”
Was this heaven or hell?
Bliss and agony twisted together.
His body itched as if infested, burning wherever they touched. Then—
“Hh—!”
Isaac withdrew his fingers, pressing his forehead to Adam’s heaving throat.
Golden hair clung to damp skin as he mouthed Adam’s pulse, sucking gently.
“Ah… hah.”
“Adam.” Isaac’s voice was rough.
“Hold me.”
“Nn—”
“Tighter.”
Adam yanked him into a crushing embrace.
Isaac laughed, breathless with delight.
“Wow. Jealous.”
Chester smirked, adding a third finger. The stretch burned—
“Hah—!”
Thrust, slam.
Chester fucked into him ruthlessly, fingers dragging over his walls.
Adam clung to Isaac, sobbing.
“Ngh—ah!”
A bestial cry tore from his lips.
His cock twitched, precome beading at the tip.
Overwhelmed, he spread his legs wider—more—and Chester struck deeper.
“Now—stop, hah!”
“Satisfied already? Impossible. You’re underestimating your heat, Adam.”
“You’ll need a few more rounds before you’re full.”
Chester added in a kind tone, then swiftly shook his forearm from side to side.
The vibrations ringing inside left Adam unable to even moan now.
Isaac looked down at Adam, who was hiccuping in short, choked gasps.
Even in his dazed state, Adam sensed the gaze fixed on him.
He looked up at Isaac through his tears.
In response, Isaac began stripping off his clothes, one piece at a time.
The way he tugged at the fabric was rough.
The sight of Isaac, now fully naked, only made Adam more aroused.
“Hah…”
Adam exhaled a shaky breath and lowered his lashes.
Within his blurred vision, Isaac’s cock came into view—already fully erect and glistening wet.
The smooth head and the thick veins bulging along the shaft made Adam’s mouth water strangely.
It was like the feeling of facing a delicious meal after starving for days.
“You want to taste it?”
Chester asked, then abruptly pulled his fingers out.
The sudden drag against his inner walls made Adam’s hips jerk reflexively.
“Ah—!”
A moan tore from his lips as he clutched the bedsheets.
Fingers brushed over his trembling wrist—Isaac’s.
“Spread your legs wider.”
The low command only made his thighs clamp together tighter.
The emptiness inside itched.
He needed something, anything, to fill him.
Please, hurry…
“Don’t want to?”
Adam shook his head frantically, tears streaking his face.
Don’t want to?
As if.
His body ached so much he thought he might die.
He wanted Isaac inside, pressing deep, piercing him open.
He craved the pleasure that spread each time that hard length pushed in.
“Nngh…”
Slowly, Adam parted his legs.
As his thighs fell open, the scent of an omega in heat flooded the air.
The pheromones prickling Isaac’s nose made the muscles near his eyes twitch.
His expression darkened with lust as he leaned down.
“Ah—!”
Adam’s head snapped back.
Something thick and stiff, flushed with blood, pressed against his entrance.
The broad crown caught at his rim, moving shallowly.
Fear and anticipation tangled like spiderwebs.
“Ah… ah…”
“Use your legs to pull me in.”
“Nngh…”
Just the tip stretching him was enough to shatter his rationality.
The shame that had made him clench his thighs earlier was gone—this time, he obeyed without resistance.
He hooked one leg around Isaac’s waist.
“Good.”
With that simple praise, Isaac pushed deeper.
The thick intrusion pressed ruthlessly against his walls.
As his sweet spot was crushed, Adam’s mind blanked, his mouth falling open.
“Hah—ah…!”
His cry was pure euphoria.
His own cock stiffened instantly, dripping clear fluid.
Adam wanted to beg Isaac to go slower—he couldn’t imagine what would happen if he bottomed out like this.
But he couldn’t speak.
The moment he tried, Isaac sheathed himself to the hilt.
The veins along the shaft scraped his insides, stretching him so full his stomach bulged.
Goosebumps erupted as his breath hitched.
“…!”
“Breathe.”
“…”
“Adam. Breathe.”
Only after the second command did Adam realize he’d been holding his breath.
Trembling, he forced out a shaky exhale.
Even now, his body greedily sucked Isaac deeper, as if welcoming him.
The wet, clinging sensation made Isaac grit his teeth.
“Fuck.”
Adam struggled to look up at him.
Isaac’s golden hair was disheveled, his face flushed red.
But what caught Adam’s attention most were his eyes—usually sharp, now hazy with lust.
The sight sent a thrill through Adam’s chest.
Satisfaction and something darker swelled at the knowledge that he had reduced Isaac to this.
Tentatively, he lifted his other leg, pulling Isaac closer.
In response, Isaac leaned in, burying himself to the root.
“Ah—!”
Adam hadn’t thought he could be filled any deeper.
His voice broke as his legs quivered around Isaac’s waist.
“Wasn’t this what you wanted?”
“N-no… nngh…”
“No, what?”
“Hah… ah—!”
“Speak clearly.”
He wanted to.
But Isaac gave him no chance, pistoning his hips relentlessly.
Thrust. Slam. Thrust.
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