55. Simon
Chapter fifty-five
Jordan crawls into my lap as soon as Rafe's knot deflates, snapping her teeth. "Mine, Alpha. Bite."
I gather her hair on the back of her neck, admiring her newest mark. "You did get a new bite. It's beautiful Omega." She narrows her eyes, dissatisfied with my response.
"Rut. Knot. Bite. Bite. Bite. Alpha!" She's snarling, the words tumbling out of her so quickly I can barely register what she's saying before the next one escapes.
Icarus snorts from the side of the room, where he's playing around on his phone. He mentioned that last heat, he ordered a heat kit, so I imagine he's doing the same this time.
"She's going to be fully out of it soon, Slime," he says with a chuckle. "You're going to want to bond her soon if you want her halfway coherent, or you'll have to wait until the end."
Jordan gasps like the idea of waiting until the end of her heat to bond with me is akin to murder. "Bite!" she whines, pulling at my shoulders.
"Oh Omega, I told you, I'll never make you beg." I lay back onto the nest's plush, slate blue surface and wrap my arms around her, pulling her flush against my chest. "Take me, peaches. I'm yours."
Her eyes light up as she grabs my cock and lines it up with her core before she slowly sinks down. A soft, pleased huff of air escapes her lips, her eyes drifting shut as she luxuriates in the feeling.
"Knot, bite," she whines quietly. I hum as I grab her hips, rocking her back and forth against me and feeling the drag of my piercing against the sensitive spot inside her. Each time it passes, she yelps in stunned pleasure.
She's hot and velvety around my cock as I begin to thrust into her from below slowly. She braces her knees and pushes her ass backward, meeting me stroke for stroke. I capture her lips, palming the back of her head and pouring everything I'm feeling into her mouth.
I love you.
I missed you.
I don't deserve this.
I'll never let you go.
I'm yours forever.
And you're mine.
Mine.
It's not a brutal claiming. Years of pining for her, thinking I'd never even be in the same room as her again, come bubbling to the surface as I drift my lips down her jaw before sinking my teeth into her skin, opposite of Icarus's bite.
I roll my hips as she pants and whines, wiggling as I hold her flesh tightly between my teeth as I pinch her clit and roll it between my fingers.
When she begins to clench and twist beneath me, her pleasure overtaking her body, I finally release her neck with a gasp. She looks down at me with clear eyes and a soft smile. She sits up, settling over my hips with a wiggle, before tracing her fingers on the bare patch of flesh over my collarbone.
Her spot.
"Mine," she says softly, almost reverently, before sinking her teeth in.
My vision whites out as the bite pushes me to completion, and then all I feel is her. Bubbling through my veins like a bellini at brunch, Jordan's adoration sweeps around my soul, and I gasp as tears fill my eyes.
There is a sense of completion. Of absolute rightness.
My knot inflates, and I hold her close to me, licking and sucking against her neck as she sighs softly. "Pack," she whispers, eyes darting around the nest. The other three move closer to us from the edges of the nest, where they were giving us space, and each place a hand on her. She melts under our touches, eyes drifting closed.
"My pack. Mine."
"Up," Icarus shouts as something soft hits me in the face. I startle, jackknifing awake and looking around for the emergency.
But I don't find an emergency.
I find Jordan kneeling in the middle of the nest, her arms tied behind her back in beautiful, intricate knots, a metal gag holding her mouth open, and her brow lowered in a scowl.
Icarus paces in front of her, a pillow in his hands. That's when I see the one lying next to me that he must've hit me in the face with. He throws the one he's holding at Rafe.
"You too," he barks. Rafe groans and rolls over until he's kneeling, blinking bleary eyes at our pack lead.
"What? I just knotted her," he whines.
"That was two hours ago, and she's needy again." He grabs our Omega's hair and tilts her head back. "Aren't you, Omega? Isn't that why you were so mean to your Alpha?"
"What'd she do?" I ask, moving to stand next to the naked Alpha.
He shakes his head, tsking. "Cyrus was knotted in her, and she tried to pull off to get to me, hurting him in the process." He gestures behind me, and I see Cyrus wincing, holding an ice pack to his brutalized knot. "So since she was so eager to get to a knot, I think we should give her several. Maybe that will calm the feral little thing."
She whines, rubbing her thighs together, and I can smell her creamy peach pheromones in the air. I kneel in front of her, tracing my finger around the gag. "Why's she gagged?" I ask without looking away from her.
Our bite marks glisten on her pretty pink flesh as Icarus traces fingers down her neck. "She was being a brat. This is what she wears when she's a brat." He says it so matter-of-factly, like this is just something that happens all the time.
"So why are we awake?" When I gesture at Rafe, I see he's slumped over and asleep again. Icarus follows my gaze and tosses another pillow at the Alpha.
"Because you two are going to knot her at the same time." That gets Rafe's attention, and he's on his feet, moving to stand beside me.
Drool drips around Jordan's gag, and she throws her head back as she whimpers around the metal. Rafe's eyes meet mine, and he grins wickedly. "Oh, I think we can manage that, can't we, Slime?" He palms the back of my neck, crashing his lips to mine.
When we part, Icarus nods at Rafe. "Lay on your back, right there." He does, propping himself up on a couple of pillows. Icarus grabs Jordan on the outside of each arm, lifting her easily in her bound state.
"Why is she holding a pair of panties?" I ask as Icarus positions her on top of Rafe.
"So she can drop them if she needs to safeword."
Things like that are why Icarus is the pack lead. I'm not sure if that idea would've come to me.
Rafe's hard cock disappears inside Jordan, and he throws his head back in pleasure. Icarus gently pushes Jordan's back until she's lying flat on our packmate before waving me over.
"Grab some slick," he says. I don't mind his direction, even though I'm pretty sure I could figure this out alone. I push a few fingers inside our needy Omega, stroking the side of Rafe's cock while I'm at it. He swears and punches his hips up.
As I coat my cock with her slick, pumping slowly, I can't take my eyes on where he moves inside Jordan.
"When you're ready, take her ass. I'll keep an eye on her face to ensure she's not hurt," Icarus tells me, patting me on my back.
But I don't want her ass.
I spread my legs, straddling Rafe's thighs, and drag the tip of my cock along where the two of them are joined. She shudders, pushing her ass towards me in desire.
"Breathe for me, peaches," I whisper, notching my cock against Rafe's. I move torturously slow as I push in alongside Rafe.
"Fuck, Simon," he moans, struggling to keep himself still. "Your ring, oh my god."
Jordan is tight around us as I finally fill her, the sounds she's making around the gag so indecent and erotic that my toes curl. I rub my hand down her spine before dragging myself out.
Rafe swears again, and I can't blame him. The combination of Jordan's wet, tight heat and the velvet drag of his cock makes me want to shoot my load off right now. But I hold back, testing what she can handle as I thrust in with more speed.
I keep my eyes on the crumbled pair of panties in her hands, knowing Icarus is watching her face for signs of distress, giving me the ability to let go and pick up speed as I pound into her.
This is nearly sensory overload for me. I didn't think thrusting my cock against Rafe's could get any better than when his hand wrapped around us, but this is next level. It's like I'm fucking them both at the same time. I lean over Jordan, and Rafe rises to meet me, capturing my lips in a filthy kiss as our Omega writhes and whines between us.
My bond with her is just a jumble of pleasure that melds with my own, and my balls tighten.
"Icarus," I grunt, "I'm not going to make it much longer here."
He leans back, crossing his arms behind his head. "By all means, I'm not going to stop you. I intended you to be in her ass so you could both knot her, but…"
"We're both going to knot her," Rafe grunts, thrusting up. I groan, eyes rolling closed. "Let me get this gag off."
The moment he does, Jordan pants and moans, whining. "Alphas!" she cries as I thrust forward. "Knots!"
"Ah, you heard the lovely Omega." Icarus chuckles and takes the gag from Rafe. "You're going to behave, aren't you, Omega?"
She grumbles, her lip curling, but dips her head. "Yes, Alpha."
He leans over Rafe, who shrinks away from the balls hanging precariously close to his face and kisses Jordan. "There's my good girl."
"Rafe," I pant as I grab Jordan's shoulders. "I'm…" I groan as he thrusts up, and the drag of his cock on mine sets me off, and my cum fills Jordan. The extra moisture has Rafe slipping and sliding against my still-hard cock, and then I feel the pulsing of his shaft as he follows my release with his own.
Jordan screams as both of our knots start to inflate, her body shaking violently as we stretch her. I reach around her hips and circle my fingers over her clit rapidly, trying to coax an orgasm out to help her relax and take our knots.
It works, and as soon as we lock into place, she shatters, her body going limp and slack against Rafe's chest. Icarus moves to the side and taps my shoulder, pushing me to sit up as much as I can without pain. I feel like I can barely breathe, the fit of two knots inside our Omega so tight it's nearly painful.
Russ undoes the ropes, his fingers moving with quiet grace as he tosses it aside. Reaching between us, he rubs her arms with both hands, bringing circulation back to her limbs. She sighs into his touch as she melts further into Rafe.
Eventually, the three of us end up on our sides, and I kiss along the curve of Jordan's neck as she drifts off to sleep.