Chapter 51 #2
“Don’t come yet, Stardust,” I inform, slowing my pace and preventing him from fucking Opal like he was before. “We’re going to switch things up.”
“What?” Kit asks with a heavy breath, still locked in the pleasure.
I pull the dildo out of him, prompting him to let out a whine. He uses that free motion to fuck into Opal again, but I tsk at him. “What a bad little omega.” He bites his lips in defiance, his face cracking on a moan as he thrusts into her with smooth strokes.
“She feels so good,” he groans, wrapping his arms around her. “Please don’t make me—”
“Stop moving,” I bark.
His movements come to an abrupt stop, but his forehead strains like he’s trying to fight it. I grin at the rebellion he’s displaying. I love how much of a brat he is.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” I assure him. “Lie on your back, but keep her inside you.”
He follows my instructions, grunting as their hips meet. Opal lets out a whimper and Kit comforts her, whispering beautiful things, promising to take the ache away soon. I turn to Thatcher, who also obeyed my command despite it not being directed toward him, and flash him the bottle.
“Ready for another first, Alpha?”
His eyes widen just before he moves faster than lightning to get behind our girl. She makes tiny movements, trying to convince the omega below her to move, but Kit holds strong. He pets her hair, rubs her skin, and kisses her lips to sate her, but she gets noisier by the second.
“It’s okay, Omega,” I say to her. “The wait is almost over.”
I hand Thatcher the bottle of lube and let him prep her. The second his finger touches her crease, she lets out an intoxicating noise that shoots all the way down my spine. She pushes back against him, trying to force him to go faster, but Thatcher just chuckles at the attempt.
“Omega,” he playfully scolds. “Be a good girl for me and let me prepare you.”
She preens at the instruction and then goes back to Kit, kissing him and driving him crazy.
The slow, intimate drawl of their lips and the careful stillness of her hips cause him to lose his patience.
He growls frustratingly as Thatcher inserts one of his fingers into her, the combined slick and lube making it easier for him.
“Fuck,” Kit curses, his hands going to Opal’s waist. “She’s fucking pulsing around me. Hurry.”
“Alright, alright,” Thatcher laughs. He pulls his fingers in and out, moving them around a little bit more before he squirts more lube onto himself. He tosses it to the side and wipes off his fingers so he can hold her more securely.
I sit down beside them, loving my front row seat. I bend to look my omega in the eyes. “Are you ready, Omega? I need you to breathe slowly and let him all the way in before you move, okay?”
She doesn’t acknowledge that, just looks at me with this loving look on her face that makes my heart flutter. I lean forward, kissing her deeply before pulling back and watching her features pinch as Thatcher finally lines himself up and slowly begins to impale her.
Thatcher’s head falls back, and he lets out a deep, satisfied moan as he descends, pausing every few seconds so she can adjust to his size. They all make the most pleasing noises, and Kit looks like his head is about to explode.
“I can fucking feel you,” Kit says, letting out a moan as he holds on for dear life. “This must be heaven.”
I cough out a laugh. “What a poet you are.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he says to me, but his lips tug into a grin. “I can’t wait until you’re in this position and you can barely contain yourself.”
“I feel that way every time I’m inside you,” I tell him, sliding closer to rub my thumb against his bottom lip. He nips at it and gives me a cheeky smile.
When Thatcher seems to nuzzle all the way in, they all moan. “Can we move yet?” Kit huffs out, his control hanging on for dear life.
“Yeah,” the other alpha says as he finally maneuvers his hips.
He pistons them out and then slams back in, causing both of the omegas to mewl in a way that makes my dick twitch.
After a few strokes, Kit moves as well, trying to find a balance that makes Opal squirm between them.
All of their scents heighten, and I can’t help but inhale every last drop.
“Fuck, Omega,” Thatcher groans into her ear. “You both feel fucking amazing. Just like that. Squeeze my fucking cock.”
Opal cries out, her mouth opening wide at the intrusion. They find a rhythm, Thatcher moving out as Kit moves in, and I can already tell that my scent match is in for the ride of her life as her scent completely drowns us.
It seems to go on forever as they wring the pleasure out of each other. Opal comes with Kit’s mouth on her nipples and Thatcher clutching her hips. It looks explosive, electric, and I wish more than anything that we had a bond so I could share in her pleasure.
When she comes down, her eyes lock on mine. The trust and pleasure I see mixed in them have me moving forward, desperate for her in every way.
“Beautiful omega,” I coo at her, taking her hair and wrapping it around my fist. She automatically sticks her tongue out, ready to have all of her mates at once. The second the tip of my cock slides against her, she moans from the taste, and my eyes roll back into my head.
“Alpha,” Kit says from below, a warning in his tone. “I need to come.”
Thatcher reaches around and threads his fingers in Kit’s hair, all while grunting in pleasure. I watch as they both lose it, their paces staggering and their control snapping. I take myself out of Opal’s mouth and kneel in front of her, cradling her face firmly so she can’t escape my gaze.
“I need you to come again, Omega,” I tell her. “One more time, come all over your mates’ cocks. Then I’ll give you my knot.”
She whimpers, her eyes lighting up at the idea. My pack mates keep moving, trying to keep any kind of pattern so they can pull another climax out of her, but she only cries, wanting the pleasure to shoot out of her.
Thankfully, she and I discussed this at length. What she wanted, how she wanted it, and what she would allow, and I am very happy to oblige with every single request she has.
“Omega.” I pierce her with my gaze, loving the way she moans with every fiber of my being. Seriousness bleeds into my tone, and I say, “Come for me.”
The energy rips right through her, making her body arch and her thighs clench.
Both Thatcher and Kit respond with deafening noises, their cocks being squeezed by the omega between them.
I watch in fascination as Opal comes powerfully, digging her nails into Kit’s chest, the feeling almost palpable in the air.
Both of my pack mates come then, touching each other and our omega as much as they can.
Swiping along each other’s skin and holding on tight as the feeling takes them to another plane.
I watch with pride at the love and trust between them, the intimacy they reach when they all start to come down, their breathing evening out, and their bodies reacting to every tiny stimulus.
Kit’s head thumps onto the mattress as he breathes heavily. “Holy shit.”
I let out a chuckle as they all try to untangle themselves from each other. The second the sound is out, Opal turns to me, remembering the promise I gave to her before the eruption.
Kit and Thatcher both pull themselves together enough to slide out of her, and I reach and grab her, ready to give my omega the knot that she needs. She purrs at me, smiling and happy as I place her on her back and push up her knees.
“We won’t be doing this slow, Omega,” I warn her. “I need you more than I need anything, and I won’t be nice in taking it.”
She only hums, nothing but approval in the sound as I impale her with one deep stroke.
We both call out, moaning at the sensation, and I immediately move against her, pulling out and thrusting back in quickly.
I’m already at my wits’ end for her after watching that display, and I want nothing more than to feel her sweet pussy around me.
“Fuck.” I hear from nearby, but I don’t have time to look at Kit because I’m so entirely focused on Opal’s reaction, how she keeps her gaze on me the entire time.
How her hands are over mine on the back of her bent thighs as I enter her over and over again.
She clenches, her slick making obscene noises as I kiss her, my balls aching for release.
“Do you want my fat knot, Omega?” My voice is a quiet husk, and she whines. “You look so fucking pretty. You’re taking me so fucking well. I love the way your face looks when you’re being fucked, it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
She pulses around me, pulling a strangled noise from my throat. She’s so fucking addicting, and I can’t take it anymore as my teeth nip her neck.
“You make me come undone, Opal,” I whisper, earning me a choked moan from her throat.
I finally push into her, my knot inflating as it pops into place.
My omega howls, squeezing my knot where it’s fitted snugly inside of her.
The pressure is too much, and I find myself coming from one more swipe of our mouths together.
My arms wrap around her, and she holds my shoulders tight while I give her every accumulated drop.
Sparks of pleasure flow through her with every movement of my hips as they continue to make tiny thrusts that have her writhing tightly around me.
It takes about ten minutes for us to stop gyrating against each other. When Opal’s finally sated, the movements slow to a stop, and she hums happily in her throat, her eyes fluttering shut. When I turn us around so we’re lying on our sides, she sighs happily.
She leans against my chest, her pussy still squeezing me in a way that makes me lightheaded. I hold her closer, determined to keep her secure while she sleeps. Kit lies down beside us, his Steam Deck in hand and plays a game on mute while Opal sleeps.
“I guess we should settle in for a little bit longer, huh?” Thatcher asks with a smile, completely content to stay here and take care of our girl.
He places his arms behind his head, lying back and shutting his eyes to rest. Seeing him completely languid does something to my alpha, and my chest begins to vibrate with a purr.
Opal senses it and nuzzles into my chest further.
“Yeah,” I agree, looking down at both of my omegas. “For the rest of our lives.”