Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 100: Robot.

Chapter 100: Robot.

"Bethany." He groaned her name, just like Troy did, although his voice was deeper, his eyes rolled back and his hand pulling on her hair.

He was at the ledge, his seeds were very fast approaching, and so was Tristan, but as he spotted Troy enter the office with his weapons in hand, he immediately let go of his cock, collecting the weapon from Troy inspecting it before sharing a knowing smile with his brother.

He walked back to his former post, standing in-between her legs, watching her warm region drip with so much juice, his mouth couldn’t help but water.

Without thinking, he lifting his unwavering rigid cock to her unsuspecting heat, rubbing it against her slit, groaning at how warm it felt, his eyes turning to a light shade of red amidst is ruling dark color.

The urge to just put it into her clenching hole was aching his entire body.

His mind pleaded for more,his body pleaded for more, his wolf was on rampage.

Due to his heightened feelings that seeped into the link, Theo growled loudly, pulling out his cock from her mouth until her shoulders, pumping off ropes and ropes of cum into her chest, breasts and stomach, shaking on his feet, his claws digging into the metal table as he rode off his high in his palm.

He released a throaty groan as he caught his breath, his eyes snapping to his mate who was catching her breathe as well, her jaws unresponsive.

Just as she was about to shut her eyes, for a tiny bit of respite, a heavy sound reverberated through the room, the familiar feeling of her chest weighing down on her diaphragm and tons of pressure pilling in her abdominal cavity washed through her, causing her eyes to widen like saucers.

"That’s right, Princess." Tristan teased, his voice deep, silky and intimidating like the devil’s own, causing her heart to leap to her throat for the second time that day.

Bethany stared at the ceiling beyond the chandelier above her, the sound of the vibrator echoing around her. It sounded stronger and heavier than her tiny bullet and the one Troy had gotten for her.

The sound was deeper and more intricate, causing her heart to beat faster than it had ever done.

She could only imagine what it was going to feel like, how it was going to feel like. How was her kitty going to respond? She was dead sure she was going to love every bit of it; whether it brought her pain or pleasure.

"Feel that?" Tristan bellowed as he placed the tip of the vibrator on her left nipple. The sudden feeling made her use her hand to block him subconsciously, placing her palm over her nipple, in-between it and the vibrator.

That was when she realized Tristan had actually cheated in their game, or rather followed her lead. But whichever way you looked like it, he had made her look like she’d brought a knife to a gun fight. And she couldn’t deny it.

Troy and Theo quickly resumed their former positions, with sinister smiles masking their faces. They held down her arms, in order to avoid any further distractions.

Tristan leaned forward and down, taking her left boob into his mouth, sucking on it, putting the nerves he had brought alive back to sleep with his warm tongue pressed over her nipples, before standing erect again.

He kept pressing the button on the stick, listening to all the tempos it had until it got back to the one he’d started with.

Unlike her bullet, this one had almost fifteen different tempos, which did nothing to quell her toppling anxiety. She just kept swallowing her leaping heart back down every time it came up.

With every tempo he changed, she found it harder to breath. He wasn’t stalling, he was punishing her. She could swear he could see the destruction he was causing, and she knew he was relishing it.

"I’m going in, Princess." Tristan cooed, running the large tip of the vibrator as lightly as he could muster down her sternum, through her midline and stopped at the tip of her vagina.

Echos of the vibrations coursed through her nether region causing her to twist her trunk and pelvis. Her fear and anticipation clashing.

His large palm held down her thigh, restraining her, his heavy gaze on her face.

Thanks to the adrenaline coursing through her, she lifted her head to look at him, her face flushed and her lips parted. Her chest was heaving, giving her puckered nipples a glorious look.

"I know you’re not scared of being tied up,Princess." He admonished slowly, his gaze on her sweet pot as he caressed its surface with the vibrator. "But If you force my hand, I’m not only to make my knots hurt, but I’d make sure you do not cum ."

His gaze lifted to hers slowly, and looking into his eyes, she knew he meant business and she respected that, but how in the fucking world was he expecting her to stay still?!

She wasn’t a fucking robot.

Tristan’s gave was unflinching and intimidating, and much to her dismay, her body was slowly giving in into his demands, and so was her wolf.

Sighing, she gave him one soft nod and let her head fall back again, letting anticipation wreck it’s havoc through her.

Tristan smiled, glancing at his brothers one last time and took it lower.

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Bethany was literally seeing stars. So many of them. Hell, she could swear she saw the North Star somewhere in the galaxy Tristan’s weapon had sent her to.

Her pleasure bud was on literal fire. Burning through the ice blocks of pleasure that were forming continuously in her abdomen, turning them to liquid increasing their weight.

She had not kept to her words. Hell, she couldn’t.

She tried so damn hard to stay still and let him do his thing, but she just couldn’t.

The vibrations where nerve-wracking, mind-blowing, it made her eyes burn!

But Tristan didn’t hold back, not the slightest.

When he started, she was ready to cum in less than five minutes.

Yes, less than five!

But like the asshole he was, he clipped her bud with his finger, shutting down the door of cum that had opened swiftly in seconds.

His actions brought tears to her eyes, but they were quickly kissed away by Theo and Troy who sat in their seats, enjoying the perfect view of her squirming under their brothers iron grip.

He moved the massive head of the vibrator over and around her clitoris, making sure all surrounding an supporting nerves were awake and active before he was ready to bring it down to her clitoris.

"Tristan." She begged, writhing beneath the grip under his not so generous mercy.

Surprising her, he unclipped her bud and placed the head of the vibrator on it, sending fiery sparks of electricity through her. She screamed and turned, trying to steady herself properly hoping she was going to be able to move the head of the vibrator to a particular nerve she had become very fond of since she learned to use a vibrator.

Despite her attempts to move,Tristan’s hand clamped her down on the table, the sinister grin on his face unmoving.

The surface of the table beneath her bare ass that had warmed up long ago was now lathered generously with her unending slippery juices, which should have made it easy for her to move, but Tristan’s clamp on her was so tight she wasn’t going to be surprised if it turned out her femur had been fractured or cracked.

After much effort, she had finally been able to move a little to the left, releasing a throaty breath as she had successfully positioned it on the nerve she’d been searching for, bucking her hips at intervals, pumping more blood to her pelvis, egging the pressure that was now curling so tightly in her abdomen.

Her breaths were now breaking into short deep ones as she tried to breathe, but not too hard enough to scare the nerve away, bucking her hips harder to the head of the vibrator, grinding subtly against its slippery head.

The familiar warmth pooled in her abdomen now hotter than ever, threatening to spill very soon. Even though she wasn’t sure she wasn’t going to be able to control it, she looked up to Tristan, using her eyes to seek for permission, her breathing becoming more and more laboured with every passing second.

She wasn’t sure she wanted to risk any more punishments at the moment given how bad the one she was serving was going, so waiting for his permission was the wisest thing to do, but Tristan was holding out.

His eyes peered into hers,asif waiting for some kind of reaction. She desperately hopes he had seen what he was looking for because she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to hold out a second longer.

It wasn’t until he saw a tear leak from her eyes he gave her a nodded, and like a broken dam, she let everything go.

And in response the orgasm quaked through her like a tsunami, unnerving every knot that had tied up in her stomach during her attempt t hold back her orgasm.

She couldn’t help but cry out loud, tears pouring freely from her eyes as her hips grinded subconsciously against the slick head of the vibrator, determined to ride out every bit of her pent up orgasm.