Big girls don't cry

Aleida’s POV

When I wake up in my bedroom the next day, I notice that I’m unfortunately home alone. I can’t smell either Miliano’s or Kian’s fragrances; I don’t like being alone anymore. I loved when I got a moment for myself in the old days because my alpha was forcing me to be among all violent pack members. But now that I’ve gotten used to being with my mates, it scares me to be home alone. I know it’s something I have to accept; I can’t have my mates with me every waking moment. Miliano and I were planning to go to the grocery store today because it didn’t happen yesterday. Unfortunately, we had to cancel those plans pretty quickly, though, as they both have to work at the packhouse. So shortly after he finds out, I give them both a kiss and send them away before I go back to bed. There’s no reason to get up at this early hour anyway; the only thing keeping me company is my dark thoughts that come back gradually. I wouldn’t say I like it when the pain of the memories makes itself felt; a depression is about to grab and hold me down. Even now, when I’m sitting on the edge of the bed, I feel like I’m drowning in the darkness inside me that never disappears. Forget about being alone; with all the voices in my head, I’m never alone. They scream things, tell stories and push me down on every possible level that exists. Gradually, I begin to feel myself breaking; I’m tired of feeling like this... What have I done to deserve this at all? It isn’t right to put all this pain on one single person. No one should have to endure this from the beginning and carry it alone.

You’re never alone, Aleida. You have me with you through every stupid thing you make me do, we’re a team, and I’ll never leave you.

Thank you, Lisa.

Anytime! Now, pick yourself up and do something useful.

With firm steps, I dress up in my loose clothes and walk down to the living room. When the music starts pounding from the speakers, my mind feels easier. Then, with cleaning materials in my hands, I begin to clean up all the filth. I vacuum, wipe and polish the floors; the windows are sparkling when I finish both from the inside and the outside; I carry out the garbage. The bedrooms have new sheets and are airing right now. I’m looking for a secateurs in the boxes until I finally find one and walk out to the huge rose bush that stands right outside. I stand there and cut rose by rose until I have a large bouquet in my arms. The music from inside is pounding, and I can’t help but dance while putting one of the pale pink roses behind my ear. I dance into the house, put the roses in a light blue vase that I put down on the living room table. My energy and mood are on top; therefore, I jump up on the kitchen counter to dance and sing soundly to the music.

’I say hey

You say oh

Let’s turn it on

And here we go

I say hey

You say oh

It’s spinning me round

Like a yo-yo.’

I’m so into dancing and singing that I don’t notice two very handsome men standing in the doorway smiling at me.

“Well, hello, beautiful.”

I’m about to fall when I jump by Miliano’s voice. Before I can lose my footing with my face first down to the floor, Kian catches me in his muscular arms. Oh, those arms feel so good and... Hey, stop it, Aleida!

“I didn’t hear you guys coming home,” I say, embarrassed while they chuckle at me.

“Of course you didn’t; that was the plan. We could hear the music all the way to the packhouse. You gave us quite a show,” Kian says and smirks; I hang my head low, shielding my red cheeks behind my long hair.

“I’ll be back soon; I need to take a shower,” Miliano says and runs upstairs.

It’s just me and Kian in the kitchen now. He moves my hair from my face and tips my head up with his knuckles. His green eyes penetrate my soul. Kian’s love and warmth reflect in his eyes. He’ll do anything for me; I understand that now. With those thoughts and a smile on my lips, I kiss him in a way I haven’t done before; I give him everything I have. Our lips are moving as in a trance; our mouths fit together like peanut butter and jelly. His tongue touches my lower lip as a sign that he’s waiting for some kind of permission to enter. With a soft movement, I open up my mouth and allow him to massage my tongue with his. He grunts low and puts his hands on my waist. My mate squeezes my body gently, over and over again, while our mouths still move passionately. I bite him at his bottom lip, and he growls in pleasure. With a swift movement, he pulls off my shirt and kneads my breasts. He breaks our kiss to look down at my big shapely breasts in his hands. Kian looks at them as if he’s a sculptor who admires his masterpiece. Then, as fast as he gets my shirt off, he makes my pants fall to the floor. He takes a step back and checks out my body with darkened eyes full of lust. My mate growls low again before he takes me close to him and puts his head in the crook of my neck. He breathes in my scent and roars “mine” to no one special. It’s more a statement than anything else. Our lips meet again, and another makeout party begins. Someone clears their throat behind Kian, and when I look over his shoulder, I see Miliano standing there, smirking.

“Looks like I’m late to the party,” he says with a teasing smirk on his beautiful lips.

He walks up to us and lifts me down from the sink that Kian had put me on at some point during our makeout session. Miliano puts his lips on mine, and just like Kian, he licks my bottom lip, waiting for confirmation to enter. I push my tongue in his mouth. We repel dominance with our tongues while Kian’s hand moves down to my lower abdomen; Miliano plays with my boobs. Finally, Kian rubs on the outside of my thin panties, and the friction makes me moan into Miliano’s mouth. A finger slips into me, and I gasp. It feels so good to have Kian’s fingers inside of me, moving slowly and driving me insane.

“Please,” I moan out between my gasps.

“Tell us what you want, baby girl,” Miliano says and smirks.

“I need you,” I pant.

Miliano and Kian make eye contact, and before I know what’s happening. Kian has me thrown over his shoulder, and they both are darting up the stairs to my bedroom. I land on the bed with a bounce, and Miliano pulls off my panties while Kian takes off my bra. I’m now sprawled naked in front of my mates.

“You have way too many clothes in the way,” I say in a husky voice.

It doesn’t take long before they both are naked in front of me, and I have goosebumps all over my body. A shiver moves through my body when I feel Kian’s breath at my neck. Unfortunately, I have no time to react before Miliano kneels between my legs and pushes his tongue against my sensitive bud. I shake a little, unconsciously. Miliano continues to slurp, suck and touch his tongue in every possible direction. I can feel how the tension inside me increases gradually when Kian kisses me over my tits and takes my nipple in his mouth. He sucks it gently and growls low.

“I-I’m going to cum!” I pant.

“Mmmmm,” is everything that comes from Miliano.

“Cum for us, lepa, show us what a good girl you are,” Kian coo in my ear with a seductive voice.

Miliano nibbles on my clitoris, and that’s all I need before I let out an ear-cutting scream in pure ecstasy. He keeps licking me slowly and slurping every drop I leave behind like it’s his last meal.

“Such a good girl, you ready for more?” Kian asks.

I nod, so ready to mate with these two sex gods. Kian pulls his foreskin back and forth a few times until I can glimpse a white drop on top. Then, he stands between my legs with the tip of his dick at my entrance, rubbing it against my wet lower lips, causing my body to shiver with pleasure.

“This may hurt, and if you want to stop, then we stop, okay?” Kian says and looks me over.

“Please, Kian, just make me yours!” I plead.

He growls at my pleading words, and with a quick movement, he pushes his entire dick into my tight hole. I scream from the sudden pain. He doesn’t move, and it annoys me; therefore, I begin to move my hips.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby; just let your tight little pussy get used to the size,” Kian pleads, short of control.

“No way, come on!” I scream, unable to wait anymore.

He lifts me so I’m on his lap, bouncing up and down; I can’t describe the feeling when he fills me up. Miliano kisses my throat, and his thumb finds its way into my asshole. I relax right away and trust that he knows what he’s doing. He’s teasing me, pulling his fingers in and out slowly.

“Tell us what you want, baby,” Kian says with desire.

“Please, Milo, fuck me in the ass!”

I don’t know why I say that. At this moment, I have a great need to have both of my mates in me simultaneously. I want them to feel me cum over their dicks, and I want to be able to feel how they fill me up completely. Kian growls, “fuck” when he hears my words. Miliano opens the bedside table and picks out a tube of lube. He rubs in his whole cock and works fast to wet down my asshole before I feel his tip. Kian is still, and Miliano slides in slowly. No tears come from my eyes. Instead, I relax and allow him to move inside me slowly. When they find out I can handle it, they start moving at the same time. Oh, moon goddess, this is amazing! When Kian pulls out, Miliano pushes in. When Miliano pulls out, Kian pushes in. I scream of ecstasy several times; I lose count on how many times I get an orgasm during this period. I can hear them moan and grunt different curses.

“Fuck Aleida, so tight,” Miliano hisses.

“Who do you belong to?” Kian grunts.

“You.”

“Who’s are you?”

“Yours!”

“Louder! Tell us who can fuck you.”

“I’m yours to fuck whenever you want!”

With those words, both my mates mark me and squirt their seeds into me. I cum at the same time, and my whole body feels heavy. I can’t move at all. They pull their sexes out of me and lay me down on the bed. Kian and Miliano lay down on my sides. We all breathe heavily, and the smell of sex spreads in the room.

“You are amazing, Aleida,” Miliano says between deep breaths.

“You did so well, lepa,” Kian says and kisses my forehead.

I’m way too tired to be able to answer. My eyes are heavy, and before I know it, I get embroiled in the world of dreams.