Claimed By My Three Alphas
Bonus Chapter 2

Levi

I could sleep like a damn log for days.

By the time I walked out of my last meeting, I was beyond exhausted. I don't know how the hell I got cornered into handling this s**t by myself. It seems like I'm the only one around here bothered enough.to show up and get things done

Amery's the only one that makes a considerable effort with the formalities, but Quincy and Asher? I can never replace them whenever there's a need for their presence.

And today can attest to that fact.

I'd searched for them practically everywhere before my meeting and had no luck. It's like they go into hiding when the need arises.

Sighing, I make my way back to the royal quarters. My hand rests on the nob of my door, but I look across the hallway, to where Amery's room is.

I should get some rest, I really should. But I want her company even more. I'm already heading in the direction of her room before I can give it a second thought. We're all given quarters of our own, lavish spaces offered up for' royalty' but I barely ever sleep in mine. Hell, none of us do.

It's always hers.

I rap my knuckles over the closed door, wondering if shes even around.

"Coming!" She calls out immediately after. Seconds passed, as I idled there, hands shoved in my pockets. Maybe we could get dinner? I'm not sure if shes eaten anything today.

The door pulls open after a moment, revealing her bare upper profile. Only her head and shoulders are visible through the crack, but for some reason, I think she's naked.

Her perplexed expression turns into a smile once she realizes it's me. The grin takes up her entire face, "Perfect!" She says, curling her fingers as she pulls open the door further, "Come in."

She's not naked, but she's only wearing a towel, holding it protectively by her chest so it doesn't loosen. I walk through the threshold, coming to pause at the sight of Quincy and Asher sprawled out on her bed. My eyes narrow.

"So this is what you do with your days?" I ask them, "Slack off, watching her get dressed?"

"We're not slacking off," Quincy says, pushing off the messy pile of clothes tossed over his legs stretched out on the bed.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah," He says, "We're doing some really important stit right now high class, super undercover."

Asher tosses a flimsy piece of fabric at his brother's face," Were helping her pick out something to wear."

"Yeah?" I cross my arms over my chest, "And that's what you've been doing for.. say, the whole day?"

"No." Asher states, "Earlier, we were at the gym."

"Doing what?" I grate

"Tea party." Quincy's face is so straight, I almost don't realize he's fooling around.

I step further into the room, annoyed, "You"

"Hey, hey, hey!" Amery holds up her hands, moving to stand between me and the bed, "Guys, come on. No fighting."

"We're not fighting." It's unanimous. All three of us say it at the same time.

She drops her hands, "It's still so weird whenever you guys do that."

I move passed her, "So you're helping her pick out a dress, for what exactly?"

"The seminar," Amery says, "The one for the orphaned pups, it's tonight."

Oh, yes, that.

"Are you going alone?"

"No," she says, "Quincy said had come with me."

Quincy's eyes widen, his lips pursing, but remains quiet.

So, translation, Amery's forcing him to go.

I move towards her, cupping the back of her neck and bringing her in for an embrace. She relaxes against me, resting her chin on my chest as her eyes meet mine. "I missed you," I tell her.

Her smile widens, and she runs her hands up my sides, sliding her soft hands underneath my shirt.

"Ugh," Quincy groans, "Porn, porn porn! My eyes!"

Amery rolls her eyes, but the smile on her lips doesn't thin out even the slightest bit.

"Yeah," Asher says, clasping his hands together, resting them on his stomach, "All this PDA? Can't be good for your health for real."

Amery tightens her grip on the towel, moving away from me. Her hand reaches up, pressing a finger to her lips, "Do you guys... do you guys want to play around?"

"Yes."

Quincy's response is instant, making Asher toss his head back with a laugh, I crack a grin myself. I'm exhausted no doubt, but I'll always have time for her, I'll always have the energy for this. That's how she puts it, whenever she wants all of us to f**k. Do you want to play around? It's cute as s**t, how she can take three d***s at once but can't bring150 Points

herself to ask for it in regular terms.

"Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" I ask her.

"Not for another two hours," A flush rises on her neck, "And that's more than enough time."

It is.

"Alrighty then!" Quincy gets to his feet, tossing the towel wrapped around his neck to the bed, he waves his hands at Asher still laying on the bed, dismissively, "Make room."

Leaning down, my lips ghost across the shell of her ear. I enjoy the way her body shivers, and how she subtly leans into me. "You guys had any fun yet?" I whisper. "No," she whispers back.

My fingers trail over her bare arms, "You're wearing a towel.

"I just took a shower."

I have no qualms with her getting off without me.

Sometimes we go one on one, hell, sometimes she has at it with two of us. But this is how she likes it best, I've realized, with all of us together.

And call me crazy, but that's how I like it too. Theres a unity in the sense of it. And I know it feels better for her, and her pleasure, magnifies mine, tenfold.

She loosens her hold on the towel, letting it drop to the floor.

And damn, I've seen her naked more times than I can count, but I can never get used to the sight of it. She's all soft edges and delicious curves. A five-foot-nothing female brought on this earth to wreak havoc on my world. And every inch of her, bare and exposed to me like this?

I'm hard already

I drop to my knees right there on the spot. She shuffles back, slightly, but I grasp her thighs, stopping her from moving away. My hands trail up her soft skin, fingers gripping at the flesh of her thighs, reaching back to cup her a*s as Ilean forward, burying my face in between her legs.

She whimpers, swaying on her feet as her hands sink into my hair. She tugs at the strands, inching me closer to where she wants me. Where she needs me.

I don't hesitate. Shoving an arm between her legs, I push her thighs apart, swiping my tongue into her delicate folds.

She moans softly, the grip of her fingers tightening on my scalp. I groan deeply at the taste of her, f**k, I could do this all day.

Quincy gets on his knees behind her, grasping handfuls of her a*s cheeks and spreading them apart. Her thighs tremble as his tongue drags along her backside.

I can already picture her sinking her teeth into her bottom lip to stifle her gasps of pleasure.

Asher steps up behind me, stopping just before coming into contact.

"Play with your t**s for me, Princess."

She does.

Her hands leave my hair, trailing up her slender torso and palming her breasts.

He gets off on this s**t, Asher. Making her touch herself, watching Quincy and I pleasure her. I'll admit, it's one hell of a sight.

His arm reaches out, wrapping around the base of her throat, "Give me more. Pluck your n*****s, fondle them." His voice is hard, commanding. It does something to Amery.

She turns frenzied, rising on her tiptoes, rocking into my face as she touches herself for him.

f**k, I'm so hard it physically hurts. I'm itching to pull out my c**k and stroke it to release.

"Oh, f**k!" She cries, arching her back as her o****m washes over her. Her thighs tense around my face, but she's not budging. Between Quincy and I holding on to her, she never had a chance. She's scrambling for purchase, pushing my head away when the pleasure gets too much. The moans slipping from her are strangled, strained by Asher's hand wrapped around her neck.

The first orgasm is barely over when she comes again. I relish the taste of her, loving the feel of her quivering folds as I plunge my tongue into her centre over and over again. Teasing her clit, pulling it into my mouth with sweet little sucks that steal her breath away.

"Guys," She's breathless, barely even standing on her own two feet at this point. She's lost track of whatever she wanted to say, her head tossed back in a silent gasp.

Quincy gets to his feet, smacking her ass as she falls back into him, resting her weight on his chest: Her eyes are heavy-lidded, staring up at my straightened form like she's intoxicated.

Asher pulls her into a searing kiss, crashing his lips to hers with force. Her hands press against his chest, fingers digging into his skin as she moans into the kiss. I drag my shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, as Asher lets go of her and does the same. Quincy walks over to the bed, holding on to Amery's hand as he settles down on it, pulling her on top of him. She straddles his waist, leaning forward with her hands on either side of his head. She kisses him, deep and passionately, grinding herself over his shorts, her fingers fisting the sheets at the friction.

She pulls away, gasping for air. His mouth trails over her jaw, down the column of her throat, peppering kisses and little sucks all over her flushed skin. I move up behind them, kneeling behind her arched body.

Quincy's teeth sink into the litter of marks at the base of her neck, and she f***g shudders.

She loves it when we do that to her.

I palm her a*s, my jaw tensing at the sight of her round flesh, creamy soft globes arched in the air, tapering into a narrow waist and fanning out to the delicate curve of her back.

Quincy takes her n****s into his mouth, sucking at her n*****s from underneath her frame.

"Oh," She shakes her head, her toes curling.

I reach in front of her, frying to cup a b****t. Quincy smacks my hand away. I shake my head with a laugh.

"I want you..." Amery pants, rocking her hips over his erection, "I want you inside me."

He wastes no time pulling down his cotton shorts, and briefs as well, not all the way, just enough to let his c**k spring free. It's hard, a bead of pre-c*m already pooling at the tip. Amery doesn't get a breath in before his hands replace her hips, pulling her down onto his length. "Quincy!" She cries out his name as she sinks to the base.

He's buried inside her. Her hips rock as she replaces her rhythm, her moans growing louder in the otherwise quiet room.

My thumb traces the rim of her backside, and she tenses.

It's something she's been saying she wants to try, I think it's about time to knock out that territory. Dragging up some wetness from her p**ky, I rub tight circles over her asshole, my thumb pressing in slightly. Her back arches, pushing further into my hand as she takes Quincy deep inside her.

I press in,

"f**k," 1 groan at the tight fit, there's barely any

leave. I sink in the digit knuckle deep before pulling it back out, going back in again. I pull down my zipper with my free hand, tugging my c**k out of my pants and giving it a desperate stroke.

s**1, I'm not even inside her and I feel like coming already.

My hands palm the soft flesh of her a*s, as I lean forward, whispering in her ear, "You ready for some backdoor action?"

She nods eagerly, her eyes squeezed shut.

"Want me to pull out?" Quincy asks.

"No," I say, spitting into my hand and lathering my c**k with it. She tenses again as I nudge her back entrance with the head of my d**k, pushing into her.

Damn it to hell, tight is an understatement.

I clench my jaw, tensing my ass cheeks to keep from coming right here and now. I've only got the tip inside her, but I'm fighting the urge to roll my eyes into the back of my head.

Her legs spread further, her back bowing at the feel of both of us inside her. It's f*****g phenomenal. There's a thin barrier between Quincy and Me, I can feel every stroke, the outline of his c**k pressing against mine through her tight hole. My hands grasp her hips, holding her in place. Quincy reaches down, stroking her c**t between their bodies, his mouth latching on to her tit once again.

"f**k!" She shouts, "Oh, fuckkk!"

Asher walks up to the foot of the bed, holding my gaze as he undoes his pants.

'Deadbeat.' I mouth.

'Wannabe.' He grins, replying soundlessly.

He grasps himself at the base, titling Amery's face up by her chin, "Say ahh,"

She complies, and next thing I know, she's stuffed full of three c***s. A moaning mess all around us. Her moans can't be contained as they tumble from her chest, but its muffled by a mouthful of Asher's c**k.

"Look at you, Princess," Asher groans, his voice coming out strained, "I wish I could record you, watch you like this over and over."

I'm two pumps away from a release. Taking her ass is the most intense thing I've ever felt, every time I pull out, it feels like a gentle tug.

Her thighs tense, stiffening beside her as she shivers, her body locking up when the o****m rocks through her small frame.

Asher tosses his head back, letting out a deep groan.

I feel Quincy tense underneath me, and I know thats my cue. My balls tighten, and I grind my teeth together, letting the waves crash over me. I thrust a few more times, savouring the feel of her, but pull out when I can't take anymore. Amery collapses over Quincy, her body a pile of useless limbs as he strokes her back gently.

"Think," she begins, breathless, "Think we can do that again?"

Laughter echoes around the room. I roll onto my back, not even bothering to put any clothes on. Now I'm really f*****g exhausted.

"I'll never get used to this s**t," Quincy says.