Naughty Fantasies (An Erotica Collection)

Chapter 1 The first alpha blond, with blue eyes, kneels between my thighs, his broad shoulders pinning my legs open. His breath is hot against my bare p***y, and his lips part as his tongue flicks out, slow and deliberate, tracing the outline of my c**t. The sensation sends a jolt through me as my back lifts off the mattress. "f**k," I whimper, my fingers tangling in the sheets, my thighs trembling. "f**k, Raven," the first alpha growls, "you taste so damn good." His words send another wave of heat through me, and my hips rock upward, seeking more. His tongue flattens, dragging through my folds before circling my c**t again, this time with more pressure, more intent. Then, a second pair of hands grips my thighs, his fingers dig into my flesh as the second alpha looms over me. I don't even have time to process what he's doing before three of his thick, huge fingers are shoved inside me without warning. The stretch is immediate, brutal; my walls clench around him as a broken cry tears from my throat. "Oh f**k!" The words turn into a moan, and my back arches, my nails rake down the sheets as he f***s me with his fingers, no gentleness, no mercy. His knuckles press against my entrance with every deep thrust, the burn of the stretch only making me wetter. Before I can even beg for more, a third man crowds in, with his body heat pressing against my side. The third alpha has dark hair and dark eyes. He grips my chin, forcing my gaze to his as his mouth crashes down on mine. His kiss is rough, his tongue invading me, claiming me, while his free hand slaps down hard on my breast. The sting of the impact shoots straight to my c**t, making my body jerk, yet he doesn't stop; his fingers find my n****e through the silk of my nightgown, pinching and twisting before his teeth graze the sensitive peak through the fabric. The bite of pain only makes me wetter, and my hips buck against the fingers still ramming into me. "You're a naughty girl, Raven," he growls against my skin, his voice a dark purr. "You can take us." His hand slides down, gripping my thigh, yanking my leg wider, exposing me completely to the blond alpha's mouth. The wet sounds of his tongue working my c**t fill the room. They’re filthy, wet, and loud. The alpha fingering me curls his fingers, hitting that spot inside me that makes me see stars; his thumb presses down on my c**t in time with the blond alpha's tongue. The stimulation is too much; my p***y tightens, and my legs start to shake. "I-I can't," I choke out, but it's too late. My orgasm slams into me, my p***y clenches violently around the fingers buried inside me as I squirt, my release spraying across the blond alpha's face, soaking the sheets beneath me. My cry is raw and loud as my body shakes, making my vision blur for a second before the waves of pleasure drag me under. The first alpha doesn't stop, his tongue laps at my sensitive c**t, drawing out every last tremor, milking my orgasm until I'm sobbing. The third alpha's mouth finds my n****e again, his teeth clamping shut around it, and his tongue soothing the sting before he bites down harder, making me gasp. His hand slides between my legs, his fingers joining the other three, stretching me further, filling me completely. "f**k, it feels so good," I whimper as my body trembles. My skin is slick with sweat. I can feel them everywhere-their hands, mouths, teeth, owning me, ruining me, and I never want it to stop. "RAVEN, OPEN THE DOOR!" I jolt upright, my body still throbbing, my nightgown clinging to my damp skin; the sheets beneath me are soaked with my arousal. My breath comes in ragged gasps as reality crashes back in. f**k. f**k, not again. "Mother, I'm coming ", I yell, my voice unsteady as I scramble out of bed. My legs nearly give out beneath me as my p***y still throbs. I grab my silk robe from the back of the chair, yanking it on, the fabric doing little to hide the way my n*****s peak against it, the way my body still hums with need. The scent of s*x is thick in the air, and I know my mother will notice. She always does. The doorknob rattles before I can reach it, the door swinging open as my mother barges in, her sharp eyes taking in the rumpled bed, the flush on my cheeks, the way my breath still hasn't steadied. "Raven, what's happening to you?" my mother snaps, her nose wrinkling. "This place reeks of sex." My fingers tighten around the edges of my robe, my cheeks burning. "Mom, you've been saying that forever, yet you never see me do anything," I fire back, but the words lack their usual bite. My mother's accusation stings because it's true, because for a year now, these alphas have f****d me in my sleep; these dreams have haunted me. She huffs, already turning away. "Whatever. Your father needs you in town. He's low on medicine. Get ready." "Alright, alright, I'll be there in a moment," I mutter, waiting until my mother's footsteps fade down the hall before I lock the door again. My fingers brush against the wetness still seeping from my p***y. My body throbs, and my c**t is still swollen and sensitive. When will they leave me alone? I mutter to myself as I circle my c**t, my hips rocking into my own touch. When will I stop needing them like this? The memory of their hands, their mouths, their c***s fills my mind, so vivid it's almost real, the weight of their bodies pinning me down, the filthy words they growl against my skin, the way they stretch me... fill me. My fingers move faster. My breath coming in short, desperate gasps as I slip in another finger. But it’s not enough.