Emily's traitorous omega instincts buckled instantly under the growl, her body arching involuntarily as fresh slick squirted from her overworked pussy, the tied condoms on her thighs sloshing louder in response.
"N-no—Ana! Ana's my favourite, I swear—hers... h-hit so deep, please!" she wailed desperately, voice cracking into a pathetic mewl, tears streaming anew as Ana's growl deepened approvingly, her curved, latex-gloved cock nudging Emily's lips possessively.
The other alphas snarled in unison—Reyes's fists balling white-knuckled, Hellen's jaw locking granite-hard, Ivory's playful demonic grin twisting into outrage—but Ana pounced first, yanking Emily's hair-woven bulbs to force her mouth wide.
"Fuck yes, that's my good little liar—say it again while I knot this throat," Ana hissed, slamming her hooked length balls-deep through the fresh condom, the upward curve battering Emily's gag reflex perfectly as drool bubbled around the latex.
