Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
My fingers tighten on Felix’s ass, the skin beneath them going white as I spread him, watching as I tunnel inside him.
The contrast in our skin tones is beautiful, and I’ve admired it several times over the past five days.
He moans as he sucks on Clara’s pointed, brown nipples.
She throws her head back, and her dark hair pools underneath her.
Every thrust into my Omega pushes him deeper inside her. He’s a mess, slick making my glide into him smooth, and it’s a struggle to hold my knot back from him. But I gave him a job, and he hasn’t completed it yet.
Until he does, no knot.
“Please, Alpha,” he moans. “Please, I need your knot.”
“You know the rules, Omega,” I remind him. I bring my palm down on his ass, admiring the redness that it leaves behind. “What are the rules?”
“No knot until Clara comes five times,” he recites, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. “But Alpha, please, I need-”
“Nope. That’s the rules. She needs one more.”
Clara doesn’t look like she can handle one more. She’s got tears falling down her face, and she grapples with his hand as she tries to pull it away from her oversensitive body.
“Alpha, I can’t,” she says, looking like she is about to crawl out of her skin. “Give him your knot, I’m done. I’m all done.”
I pause my hips, stilling inside our Omega. “Are you using your safe word?”
Over the past few days, both of them have called yellow when they need a break from something intense, but no one has called red yet. I’ve checked in with them numerous times, making sure that I am not pushing them too far.
I’m waiting, sure that she is about to call yellow at the least, when Clara sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. She shakes her head.
“Out loud, Beta. What’s your color?”
“Green, Alpha.”
“Tell your Omega.”
She looks up at Felix, who’s still whimpering and squirming on my cock, waiting for my knot. “Green, Omega. I can do one more.”
Saying it out loud relaxes her enough to allow Felix to bring her to the brink again. He licks and kisses her nipples and plays with her clit as I continue fucking him into her. When she breaks with a beautiful, gasping wail, I waste no time shoving my knot into our Omega.
Felix cries out, tightening and fluttering around me. I groan, my knot inflating as I rut into him, filling him with my cum.
I want to breed him, to stuff him so full of me it leaks out, and then to fuck it back inside him.
My cock doesn’t soften as I continue fucking him on my knot. I’m slamming into him, my hips crashing against his as I snarl and wrap an arm around his throat. I heave him up, pressing him against my chest as I rest on my heels and fuck into him from below.
Clara watches us with heated eyes on our Omega’s rigid, dripping cock as it bounces with my movements. I feel feral, and even though I just came, I know that I am not far away from another, more brutal orgasm.
Felix’s hands scramble against my arm, but he’s not pulling me away. He’s chanting pleas, begging me for more. To make him mine, to make sure he feels me for weeks.
“He’s in a rut,” Clara tells Felix. I recognize that it’s true, but I can’t do anything about it. I need more of my Omega. I need to get closer, deeper, but I can’t. My knot is already as deep in him as it can be, as swollen as it gets.
And then teeth sink into my forearm. Teeth sink into my forearm, I come harder than I ever have before, and a sweet, pleased bond curls up in my chest like a kitten.
It settles me almost immediately, and I gently lower my panting, keening Omega to the nest. He’s a mess, slick all over his legs and thighs, spots of cum on the sheets, and sweat running in rivulets down his body.
But he’s not nearly as hot as he was even an hour ago.
I can feel the bond in my chest grow sleepy as his body relaxes. Clara smiles at me as she wedges herself against his front.
“He’s incredible, isn’t he?”
“Yeah, he is.” I kiss the side of his neck. “And so are you.”