Chapter 31
THIRTY-ONE
CHRISTMAS DAY
My body is on fire, cramps overwhelming me with pain that promises one of the toughest heats I’ve had. I’ve gone into heat a few times in my adult life, but it has never affected me this much, and I can only assume it’s because I have my scent matches with me.
I can no longer hold myself back from either of them. Now that they’ve agreed to let me bond them, I am struggling to keep my teeth out of their skin. I grab Clara, pressing our lips together, our tongues battling for dominance, when I’m yanked away from her by my hair.
“Now, Omega, did I tell you to begin?”
I’m panting, unable to take my eyes away from the swollen lips of my Beta. “No, Alpha,” I whimper. “But…”
“No buts. Do you want your reward or not?” That pulls my attention back to the gorgeous Alpha. His smile tells me he knows exactly how much I want whatever it is he has on offer. “That’s what I thought. Get in presentation, Omega.”
It’s not a conscious decision to move my body into the submissive pose. It’s instinct. Omegas are made for breeding, and this pose is the Omega in me telling my Alpha that he can take me and do what he wants with me.
I fucking love it.
I have to fight the urge to wiggle my ass at him as I stretch my hands out in front of me, my cheek resting on the cool surface of my nest. Every part of me is exposed to him, and a rumbling purr from me behind me tells me he likes what he sees.
“Omega.” He drags his hand up my thighs, where my slick has dripped from my hole. “Look at you. So beautiful like this. Isn’t he beautiful, Beta?”
Clara moves herself out of my line of sight, and I can feel her eyes on my backside. “He sure is, Alpha.” Her words are so breathy that I know she likes what she sees, and I want to preen under their attention.
“Do you know what he’s getting a reward for?” Gabriel asks.
“No, what?”
My Alpha continues talking like I am not on display, my stomach cramping, my heat making me near delirious with need. The only thing holding me together is that I know he will give me what I need, and the anticipation will make it a million times better.
“For getting up and going to meet you yesterday. I’m sure you know he is not a morning person.”
Her tickling laugh has my heart fluttering. “He certainly is not.”
I’m about to lose my composure, close to begging, pleading, demanding that they give me what I need. I am so empty. I can feel tears brimming in my eyes and my legs quaking from being in presentation position unattended.
Before I can devolve into a fit of tears, I hear a soft shuffling, and then two large hands are spreading me open. I hold my breath, smothering a whine as warm breath blows across my hole.
“So beautiful,” Gabriel murmurs right before I feel his hot tongue lick across my opening. My knees buckle, and I almost fall onto the nest, saved only by my Alpha wrapping his arm around my hips. After a few slow, gentle licks, he devours me, tongue probing my softened entrance.
It’s so good, but it’s not enough, and he knows it. I am at the point where I need his knot, and nothing is going to satisfy me until I get it.
“Beta, crawl under our Omega. Let’s give him lots and lots of attention as his reward.” She’s quick, sliding under me sideways in a smooth movement. My dripping cock hangs over her face, and before I have a chance to be embarrassed, she opens her mouth, catching my slick on her pink tongue.
No sooner than she gets in position, Gabriel slides a finger inside me, curling it to massage my vestibule.
The combination of his touch and seeing Clara underneath me has my cock kicking, cum shooting out of me. Gabriel continues to thrust his finger, licking my rim, and Clara takes my cock into her mouth to drink me down.
My dick doesn’t soften. While in heat, I’ll struggle to find any relief, and I know this is just the beginning.
Clara continues to suck on me, and I watch as her hand dips between her thighs, gliding across her clit. I whine, wanting to reach for her but not willing to move out of presentation until my Alpha tells me I can. Gabriel takes pity on me, though, pulling away from me and caressing my cheeks.
“You taste so good, Omega. Do you think getting to lick our Beta’s hot cunt while I fuck you onto my knot would be a sufficient reward?”
“Your tongue wasn’t the reward?” I say, my voice broken and thick with arousal.
He chuckles. “I don’t need a reason to put my tongue on you. Prop yourself up on your hands so she can slide under you and suck your cock while you take care of her.”
I move as he directs, and Clara turns her body, putting her gorgeous pussy in my face as she swallows me down. Reflexively, I pump my hips, bumping the back of her throat. Gabriel stills me before I can continue.
“Lick her cunt, Omega.”
I groan, lapping at her clit and dragging my tongue through her folds. Her throat vibrates around me before she pulls away to swirl her tongue around the tip. I’m lost in the feeling before I feel the blunt head of my Alpha’s cock pushing against my hole.
“You’re so ready for me,” he purrs as he slowly slides into me. I can’t hold back my whines and moans as he fills me. “Shh, I got you, Omega.”
My ache lessens with every bump of his knot against my rim. I’m sure I’m not doing a good job of worshipping Clara as she deserves, but the combination of her hot mouth and Gabriel filling my ass is enough to have me close to blacking out as I come down her throat again.
She pops off of me, gasping as Gabriel continues to rock into me slowly.
“Come here,” I beg Clara. “Lie in front of me.”
She listens, propping herself up in front of me, thighs spread wide, giving me a better angle to focus on her glistening cunt. I dive in with renewed fervour, dragging my tongue in a long lick from her ass to her clit before sucking her sweet little pearl into my mouth.
“Are you ready for my knot, Omega?” Gabriel asks, his voice tight and panting as his pace increases.
“Yes,” I moan against our Beta. “Please, Alpha.”
“Make her come first. Once she does, you can have my knot.”
Clara’s eyes sparkle when they clash with mine, and I prop myself up on one elbow so I can slide two fingers into her. I thrust into her at the same pace our Alpha does me, licking and sucking her clit as she moans and writhes beneath me.
When I think I’m going to faint without Gabriel’s knot, I nip at her clit.
Wetness drips down my hand as she throws her head back in pleasure.
The sound is beautiful, one that I thought I’d only hear once on our shared night and never again.
Now that she’s mine, I’m going to listen to that sound every fucking day if I have anything to say about it.
Before she comes down from her orgasm, Gabriel presses his half-inflated knot inside me, stretching me wide, leaving me screaming in pleased agony as he slots himself inside me and thrusts in quick strokes.
My hand scrambles for Clara’s, needing her support and presence as I take this step with my Alpha.
His knot grows, and I feel like I can’t take any more. “Alpha,” I whine, wiggling underneath him as if he could stop his knot from expanding.
“Shh, Omega. It’s okay. Be a good boy and take my knot. We both know you were made for me.”
He bends over me, kissing the side of my neck as he continues to fuck me on his knot. When he bites down on my shoulder, I feel my cock kick and a third orgasm overtake me. My Alpha groans as he fills me, his cock pulsing and flooding me with warmth.
When I come down from the blissful experience of being knotted by my Alpha for the first time, Clara squeezes my hand, drawing my attention to where she sits beside me, her skin flushed and pupils blown wide.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Felix,” she whispers, reaching her free hand to stroke my sweat-drenched hair from my forehead. “So beautiful.”
Ten years of friendship hit me all at once, my heart overflowing with affection for the woman whom I have pined over. The woman I thought would never be mine.
As Gabriel settles behind me, pulling us onto our sides, I urge her to follow us. She intertwines her legs with ours, pressing our foreheads together. I lift our combined hands to my mouth, kissing the back of hers before trailing my lips down and latching onto the thin flesh of her wrist.
It doesn’t take much pressure for my teeth to break through the skin, flooding me with the taste of copper and the feeling of pure, unbridled joy.
Clara Jones is mine.
Forever.