You could probably stay a little longer

"If it's okay with you, Skoll," you say, "I'm not ready to leave yet."

The alpha grins at you and licks his lips. "Sweet thing, that's fine with us. Just fine."

"Can we make him a member of the pack, Skoll?" Ghost asks.

"Please," Noir says with a pleading whine. "Skoll, can we? Please?"

Skoll looks over at Argus, sitting with his back to you and his shoulders hunched. "All right. Maybe it will teach our wayward omega not to wander so far from home." Skoll looks down at you. "I think you'll love being wolf-packed, little bitch."

You're not sure what that means, but when Noir lies down in the cushions beside you, you let Skoll and Ghost help you into position, straddling his waist, but facing away from him, your feet planted flat on the floor, your knees bent and legs spread wide, giving the others a ringside view of his cock deep in your ass. You lean back, lying on him, and brace yourself on your elbows. It feels a bit awkward, but when Noir lifts his hips off the ground and thrusts up into you, your cock jumps like a jackrabbit, precum bubbling from the slit like a leaking faucet.

Then Ghost climbs on top of you, between your legs, and rubs the tip of his meat against your occupied hole. He watches your face as he pushes in alongside Noir, and you moan like a bitch in heat as the two of them fill you, your cock already throbbing and aching to cum. Ghost works himself deep in a few forceful thrusts, and then goes still, both of them buried deep inside of you, filling you, stretching you, making you want to squirm and buck, but strong paws hold you still.

Ghost shifts further forward, leaning over you, to make room for Skoll. As the big alpha wolf kneels behind Ghost and strokes his slick, red cock, you realize what they meant by 'wolf-packed'. You draw a stuttering breath, your abused hole aching with a dark need, a desire you couldn't name until now. Skoll inserts his cock between Noir and Ghost, easing the tip in past your stretched ring. You moan, the sound turning to a **** sob as he sinks his length into you, and your passage grips the three of them.

"Oh, fuck yeah," one of them moans, but you're not sure which one it is. It's hard to think, hard to concentrate on anything besides the cocks filling you. You can feel each of them, the heat and hardness of them, the pulsing veins, each twitch, each shudder. Your hole is so full, your passage stuffed to the limit, you body throbbing with pure carnal pleasure, a need, an ache that you must satisfy or die trying.

"Fuck me, please," you beg, your voice strained.

"I love this bitch," Skoll says, breathless as he thrusts into you. "Remember how Argus whined and begged us to stop?"

Argus. You remember the golden omega wolf and glance over at him, watching the scene with painful longing, his cock hard and poking out of his sheath, but you have a feeling Skoll wouldn't be happy if he jerked off.

It's not your fault that he got into trouble, but you can't help but feel a little responsible. If he hadn't stayed to fuck you, he might have been able to sneak back without getting caught. And in a dungeon full of horny creatures, is it really fair to punish him for doing what everyone else is doing?