They carried me like I was already theirs.

My wrists burned where Aurelius gripped them. Cassian's hands stayed firm on my waist, fingers digging just enough to remind me I could not break free. Thorne walked ahead. His long strides set the pace. Every step crushed leaves and breaking branches under his boots. No one spoke.

The forest grew thicker. Branches clawed at my arms and legs. Moonlight barely reached us now. The air turned colder and heavier. Their scents wrapped around me tighter. Thorne's metal and leather. Aurelius's smoke and aggression. Cassian's dark spice, quiet but everywhere.

My body would not stop betraying me.

Slick kept dripping. It soaked through my thin pants. Every time I shifted, the wet slide between my thighs made me clench harder. Heat pulsed low in my gut. My hole fluttered, empty and desperate. I hated it. I hated them. I hated myself most of all.

We broke through a line of pines. A stone structure rose ahead. Not a house. A den. Built into the side of the mountain. Thick timber walls. Iron reinforcements. Narrow windows like slits. Torches burned outside the heavy door. Guards nodded to Thorne as he passed. They did not look at me. They knew better.

Thorne pushed the door open. Heat rushed out. Firelight. The smell of wood smoke and fur and sex. My stomach twisted.

They carried me inside.

The main room was large. Stone floor covered in thick pelts. A massive hearth roared on one wall. Low couches and furs scattered around. Chains hung from beams in the ceiling. Not decoration. Tools.

Aurelius let go of my wrist first. He shoved me forward. I stumbled onto a wide fur rug in the center of the room. Cassian released my waist but stayed close behind me. Thorne shut the door with a heavy thud. The sound echoed.

I spun to face them. My chest heaved. "Let me go."

Thorne smiled. Slow. Dangerous. "No."

Aurelius circled me again. He sniffed the air. "Gods, he reeks of need. Already dripping like a bitch in heat."

"Shut up," I snapped.

Thorne stepped closer. He towered over me. "You talk too much, little omega."

He grabbed my shirt collar. One hard yank ripped it down the front. Fabric tore. Cool air hit my skin. I tried to cover myself. Cassian caught my arms from behind. He pinned them to my sides. Strong. Unyielding.

Thorne's eyes roamed over my bare chest. My nipples hardened in the heat of the room and under his stare. He dragged a rough finger down my sternum. Slow. Deliberate. Stopped just above my waistband.

"Pretty," he murmured. "Soft. Breakable."

I jerked against Cassian's hold. "Don't touch me."

Aurelius laughed again. "He says that now."

Thorne hooked a finger in my waistband. He tugged. The pants slid down my hips. I twisted. Kicked. Cassian tightened his grip. My pants pooled at my ankles. Slick glistened on my inner thighs. Obvious. Shameful.

Thorne crouched. His face level with my groin. He inhaled deeply. "Fuck. Sweet. Wet. Mine."

"Not yours," I hissed.

He looked up. Green eyes dark. "We'll see."

He stood. Nodded to the others.

Cassian lifted me. Effortless. He carried me to a low, padded bench near the fire. Thick leather straps waited at the corners. He laid me face-up. My back hit the padding. My arms stretched above my head. Aurelius fastened the wrist cuffs. Tight. Secure.

Thorne took my ankles. Spread my legs wide. Strapped them down. Exposed. Open. Helpless.

I thrashed once more. The bench did not move. The straps bit into my skin.

Aurelius leaned over me. His golden hair fell forward. "Look at you. All spread out. Leaking. Ready."

"I'm not ready for anything," I spat.

Thorne stepped between my legs. He palmed himself through his pants. The outline was thick. The piercings glinted even in firelight. "You will be."

Cassian moved to my head. He knelt. One hand rested on my throat. Not squeezing. Just holding. Claiming. His amber eyes never left mine.

Thorne unbuckled his belt. The sound echoed. Leather slid free. He shoved his pants down just enough.

His cock sprang out. Thick. Heavy. The piercings caught the firelight. A thick ring through the head. Smaller bars along the shaft. Designed to drag. To hurt. To make you feel every inch.

My hole clenched. More slick leaked out. Traitor body.

Thorne stroked himself once. Slow. "First taste is mine."

He lined up. The pierced head nudged my entrance. Cold metal against hot, slick skin.

I sucked in a breath.

He pushed.

The head breached me. The ring caught on my rim. Sharp stretch. Burn. I gasped.

He sank deeper. Inch by inch. The bars dragged along my walls. Every ridge. Every bump. Fire and pressure and too much.

I arched. Tears pricked my eyes.

"Fuck," Aurelius breathed. "Look at him take it."

Cassian's hand tightened on my throat. Just enough to feel my pulse race.

Thorne bottomed out. His hips flush against mine. His knot already swelling at the base. Not locked yet. Teasing.

He leaned down. Breath hot against my ear.

"Welcome home, little omega."

Then he started to move.

Thorne pulled out slowly.

His pierced cock dragged every inch on the way out. The bars caught on my rim. Sharp sparks shot through me. I gasped. My hole stayed open for a second. Slick leaked out in a slow, thick drip.

I felt empty. Aching. Hating how much I noticed the loss.

Thorne stepped back. He wiped himself on my torn shirt. Casual. Like I was nothing more than a rag.

He looked at Aurelius. "Your turn."

Aurelius grinned. Wide. Feral.

He had already stripped his shirt off. Golden skin gleamed in the firelight. Muscles flexed as he moved closer. His pants hit the floor next. His cock sprang free. Thick at the base. Veins bulging. The knot already half swollen. Heavy. Promising to lock.

He climbed onto the bench between my spread legs. The leather creaked under his weight.

He gripped my thighs. Hard. Fingers digging into soft flesh. Bruises would form later. I knew it.

"Been waiting for this," he said. Voice rough. "Since I scented you in the clearing."

I turned my head away. "Fuck you."

He laughed. Low. "Soon, little omega. Soon."

Cassian still knelt at my head. His hand stayed on my throat. Steady pressure. Not choking. Just reminding me who controlled my breath.

Aurelius lined up. The blunt head pressed against my slick entrance. Thorne had already stretched me. But Aurelius felt different. Wider at the base. Hotter. More aggressive.

He did not ease in.

He thrust forward. One hard push. Half his length buried in one go.

I cried out. My back arched off the bench. The straps bit into my wrists and ankles. Pain flared. Pleasure twisted through it. My walls clenched around him. Trying to push him out. Pulling him deeper at the same time.

"Fuck yes," Aurelius groaned. "Tight. Wet. Perfect."

He pulled back. Slammed in again. Deeper. Harder. His hips snapped against mine. The sound echoed in the room. Wet slaps. My slick made every thrust loud. Obscene.

I bit my lip. Tried to hold back sounds. Failed. Moans slipped out. Broken. Shameful.

Aurelius leaned down. His chest pressed to mine. Sweat mixed. His mouth found my neck. Teeth grazed skin. Not biting. Not yet. Just teasing.

"You like it," he growled against my throat. "Say it."

"No," I gasped.

He laughed again. Thrust harder. His knot bumped my rim. Swelling more with each stroke. Stretching me wider. Threatening to lock.

Cassian's thumb brushed my jaw. Gentle. Almost tender. It made everything worse. The contrast. The cruelty mixed with care.

Aurelius sped up. Brutal rhythm. Each thrust punched the air from my lungs. His cock, hard despite everything, bobbed against my stomach. Leaking. Untouched.

"Gonna knot you," Aurelius panted. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

I shook my head. Tears slipped down my temples.

He slammed in one last time. Deep. Deep. His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat exploded inside me. His release flooded hot and thick. Pulse after pulse. I felt it. Every spurt. My belly tightened. Full. Too full.

Aurelius groaned long and low. His body shook. The knot throbbed inside me. Tugging at my rim with every heartbeat.

He collapsed over me. Heavy. Breathing hard. His knot kept us joined. No escape.

Thorne watched. Arms crossed. Smirk on his face.

Cassian's hand slid from my throat to my hair. He stroked once. Soft. Possessive.

Aurelius lifted his head. Looked at Cassian.

"Your turn soon," he said. His voice was rough from pleasure. "He's still fighting. You'll like breaking that."

Cassian said nothing.

His amber eyes burned brighter.

The knot pulsed again.

I whimpered. My body trembled.

Overstimulated.

Overfilled.

Owned.

And it was only the second alpha.

Aurelius's knot held for long minutes.

It throbbed inside me with every heartbeat. Hot pulses of his release kept coming in slow waves. My belly felt tight and full, too full. Every small shift tugged at my rim. Sharp pleasure-pain sparked through me. I bit my lip until I tasted blood. I refused to beg.

Finally, the knot softened.

Aurelius pulled out with a wet sound. Slick and cum spilled from me. It ran down my crack and pooled on the leather beneath. I clenched on nothing again. Empty. Aching. My body hated the loss as much as it hated the fullness.

Aurelius stood. He wiped sweat from his brow and grinned down at me. "Good boy. Took me like you were made for it."

I glared. No words. My throat felt raw from holding back screams.

Thorne nodded toward Cassian. "Your turn."

Cassian rose from his place at my head. Slow. No rush. He moved like water. Quiet. Inevitable.

He circled the bench once. His amber eyes never left me, studying. Memorizing.

He stopped between my legs and looked down at my wrecked hole. Slick and cum glistened there. Open. Reddened. Still fluttering.

He did not speak.

He never did much.

Instead, he reached down. One finger traced my stretched rim, gentle. Almost careful. The touch made me shiver. My hole clenched around nothing. More slick leaked out.

Cassian's finger slipped inside. Easy. No resistance left after the first two. He crooked it. Pressed against that spot inside me, the one that made stars burst behind my eyes.

I gasped. My back arched. The straps held me down.

He added a second finger, scissoring them. Slow stretch. Opening me wider. Preparing.

His other hand rested on my thigh, thumb stroking the skin there. Soothing. Claiming.

Thorne and Aurelius watched, silent now, arms crossed. Waiting.

Cassian withdrew his fingers.

He unbuckled his belt. Leather whispered. Pants slid down.

His cock emerged. Long. Curved upward. Thick knot at the base, already swelling. Darker skin flushed. Veins prominent. It looked made to hit deep. To stay.

He lined up. The head nudged my entrance. Hot. Slick. Ready.

He pushed in.

Slow. Inch by inch. No rush. No violence. Just steady pressure, filling me deeper than the others. The curve dragged along my front wall, hitting that spot over and over.

I moaned. Could not stop it. Loud. Broken.

Cassian leaned forward. His long black hair fell around us like a curtain, blocking out the firelight. Only his amber eyes were visible, burning into mine.

He bottomed out. Hips flush. Knot bumping my rim but not forcing yet.

He stayed there. Still. Letting me feel every inch. Every throb.

Then he moved.

Slow rolls. Deep thrusts. Controlled. Precise. Each one aimed to rub that spot, to build the fire slow and steady.

My cock leaked steadily now. Untouched. Dripping onto my stomach.

My hole gripped him, trying to keep him inside.

Pleasure coiled tight. Too much. Not enough.

Cassian's hand slid to my throat again, thumb pressing my pulse. Felt it race.

His other hand wrapped around my cock, first touch there. Firm. Slow strokes matching his thrusts.

I cried out, body jerking against the straps.

He sped up just enough. Thrusts deeper. Knot swelling bigger. Bumping harder. Threatening.

I shook my head. Tears streamed. "No... too much..."

Cassian leaned closer. His breath ghosted my lips.

For the first time, he spoke. Voice low. Rough. Barely a whisper.

"Mine."

One final deep thrust.

His knot caught. Swelled. Locked.

Heat flooded me again. Thick ropes of release filled what space was left. My belly swelled slightly. Overfull. Owned.

Cassian stayed buried. Knot pulsing. Hand still stroking my cock in slow pulls.

I shattered.

Orgasm hit hard. White-hot. Vision blurred. Body convulsing. Cum shot across my chest in weak spurts. Hole clenching around his knot. Milking him.

He did not move. Just held me through it. Hand on my throat. Eyes locked on mine.

Silent. Possessive. Complete.

When my tremors faded, he lowered his head. Pressed his forehead to mine.

Still inside. Still locked. Still owning.

Thorne's voice cut through the haze. Low. Satisfied.

"All three of us now. You're marked. Claimed."

Aurelius chuckled. "Welcome to the triad, little omega."

Cassian said nothing more.

He just stayed. Deep. Locked.

Letting me feel it. Letting me know.

There was no escape.