56. Icarus
Chapter fifty-six
Three days into her heat, Jordan is showing no signs of slowing.
But this time, I'm not on my own.
I have my packmates by my side.
None of them had ever helped an Omega through a heat, which wasn't a surprise, but this is only my second one. We're all flying sort of blind here.
Jordan has lost her Goddamn mind several times already. Once fully bonded with the guys, she devolved into this feral gremlin Omega. More than once, I have caught her sneaking up on a sleeping Alpha and just slamming herself down on our cocks.
A muffled sound draws my attention, and I crawl out of the slick-soaked pit I have fallen into, only to choke on a laugh at what I see.
Jordan is sitting on Cyrus's chest, beaming in triumph. His hands are tied tightly in front of him, and a red ball gag is wedged between his teeth. He sputters around it, eyes lit up with fury.
"Jordan!" I chastise, scrambling across the nest. "Let the Alpha go."
"Rude Daddy," she grumbles, crossing her arms.
"What did he do?"
Rafe comes in from the bathroom, rubbing his hair with a towel. "He was sleeping when she did it, don't let her fool you."
"And you let her?" I swing to look at the dark-haired Alpha.
"Yep." He flops down, naked, to the nest surface and stretches his legs out. "Whatever he did, I'm sure he deserved it."
Jordan nods furiously. I narrow my eyes at her, not trusting this in the slightest, before reaching around her and pulling the gag out of Cyrus's mouth.
"Omega!" Cyrus snarls. "I'm going to tear your ass up for this."
She beams, face lit up with joy, and the world makes sense again.
"Oh, Cyrus," I chuckle as I undo the ropes around his hands. "She played you."
By the time I'm done and Cyrus has sat up, Jordan has stretched herself over his lap and wiggles her ass at him. Cyrus sucks on his teeth. "Well, I guess I should give the Omega what she wants."
I run the smooth metal down the soft skin of Jordan's thigh, admiring how her swollen pussy, still leaking Cyrus's cum, peeks between her legs when she's on her stomach.
"Color, Omega?" I ask softly.
"Green, Alpha," she purrs.
Her arms are crossed behind her back and tied with a harness that crisscrosses over her back. While she is used to being restrained, the accessory in my hand is new.
I push the round bulb into her cunt, getting it wet with slick and cum, before resting it against the tight flesh of her asshole. She moans when I rub it back and forth, and I push the rounded tip into her.
When the ball is seated, I tighten the rope threaded through the end, pulling it taut against her flesh.
"Color, Omega?" I ask again.
She wiggles as if to sit up, but when she does, it pulls the hook tighter into her ass. She moans, collapsing her face onto the floor of the nest. "Green," she pants.
She looks so pretty, tied up like a present. The hook shines in the low light of the nest, and just the sight of it makes my cock painfully hard.
"That's nice," Cyrus says from where he lays, stretched out and spent next to us. "Getting her all warmed up for you?"
I hum as I wander away from the panting Omega, digging through her toy supply. Jordan has so many unopened things in here that I have to believe she just purchased things for the sake of it.
But it's good for us.
I snag a spreader bar and gently roll Jordan on her back. She squirms, and the movement, combined with the way the ropes frame her breasts, has me drooling over her thick pink nipples.
"Clamps?" I ask, flicking one of the nipples. She takes a moment to consider before nodding, and I snag a pair of simple, chained clamps and gently apply them. She hisses at the first contact, and then her body relaxes again.
Picking the spreader bar back up, I attach her ankles to the cuffs and place her feet on the base of the nest. When she's restrained like this, her arms trapped behind her back, her ass full, her legs forced apart, I feel like I'm losing my mind with need.
My cock is weeping, dripping on the floor as I look over every part of her. Her hot, slick cunt is on display, and I can't hold myself back anymore. I drop to my knees, diving between her legs and licking up her slit. The first taste of her slick on my tongue, a unique combination of musk and her chamomile pheromones, has my hips grinding into the soft surface of the nest.
Sliding three fingers into her wet heat, I pump them slowly, taking time to rub the spot my knot fits. I roll her clit between my teeth, and she shouts as slick drenches my hand.
I switch hands, taking my soaking one and wrapping it around my cock. I thrust into it on the surface of the nest as I clean her release from her cunt. When I suction her clit into my mouth, she shatters, her legs shaking and trying to close but being stopped by the spreader bar.
I can feel my balls drawing up, my release imminent, and it's a rush for me to climb to my knees and bury myself inside her. I only make it two pumps in her tight, hot cunt before I'm drenching her insides.
As my knot fills her and I nuzzle into her neck, licking my mating mark, I realize I can't untie her like this.
"Cyrus?" I ask, craning my neck to look at the sleeping Alpha. "Cyrus!"
He doesn't stir, but I hear Rafe's low grumblings from behind me. "I got it, Russ, roll on your back."
Rafe has Simon's hands pinned against the floor of the nest as he bobs his head up and down the other Alpha's cock.
I wasn't surprised when I saw them together for the first time. It makes a lot of sense now that I see them together. I'm not sure how Cyrus feels about it, but he hasn't seemed weird, and Jordan is watching them with her mouth open wide, hand rubbing furiously between her legs.
"Oh, it's not fair that our Omega is so needy," Cyrus says, lying beside Simon. "C'mere, Jay." Jordan scampers over and immediately slides down his cock, sighing in relief but never taking her eyes off the way Rafe's throat flexes around Slime.
Cyrus reaches back and spreads open Jordan's ass, smirking at me over her shoulder. "Let's make this a pack affair, shall we?"
I drop to my knees, straddling his legs, and drag my tongue over her tight hole. The sound that escapes her is new, and I can't hide my glee at being the one to coax it out of her. I swirl my tongue around the circle a few times before spitting on it and pushing a finger in. She doesn't need much warm-up, the heat loosening her body to help her take all her Alphas, but I still want to ensure she won't get hurt.
After a few moments of stretching, I push the head of my cock against the tight hole and sink myself in slowly. Cyrus hisses at the squeeze of her cunt around us, bucking his hips up and driving me deeper.
"Fuck, sunshine," I moan, leaning across her back and biting her shoulder. "You're choking me."
She responds with a breathy little groan before wiggling backward and taking even more of my cock deep within her. Cyrus starts to thrust upwards slowly, the thin barrier of skin between us doing nothing to dampen the sensation of his shaft rubbing against my own.
A gasping, deep moan beside me has my head jerking to the side as Slime holds Rafe's face flush with his pelvis. Rafe breaks away, gasping, and Jordan whines, reaching for him. He allows her to pull him away from his partner and presses his lips against her. They share a passionate kiss as he kneels beside us.
Simon shuffles over, dropping beside Cyrus to take Rafe in his mouth. The five of us, grouped so closely together, all seeking pleasure, is the perfect storm of pheromone production. This may be what we need to break Jordan's heat to save us all the stress of an extended one. I continue the slow ministrations of my hips, alternating with Cyrus as we push and pull our girl to bliss.
Jordan grasps Rafe, pulling him closer and closer to her as she nips and licks at his lips. She throws her arms around his neck, and he supports her with an arm around her waist, the other sliding down her stomach and stroking her clit.
Simon has to adjust himself to continue blowing Rafe, using his hands to support his body at the odd angle. His cock, which he has chosen to accessorize, leaks against his stomach from the unfinished job Rafe left behind.
I'm not sure what comes over me. Maybe it's just a desire to make sure Jordan gets everything she needs from us to end this heat. But without thinking, I grasp the base of Simon's cock and roughly jerk upwards.
The Alpha pops off of Rafe with a frantic look on his face, staring at where I grip his cock. "Russ, what the hell, dude? Why is your hand on my dick?"
"Uh…" I slow my hand and realize how much I overstepped. I didn't get consent or talk limits with Simon. "I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. Is it a problem?"
He blinks, eyes darting between my face and my hand. "It's not not a problem."
I sigh, my body relaxing a fraction. "Oh, okay. Good. It's more pheromones, so…"
He snorts, shaking his head slowly. "Russ…" He chuckles before falling back to his elbows and preparing to take Rafe in his mouth. "I guess I won't say no to an orgasm."
With that settled, I try to find a rhythm between thrusting into Jordan and roughly jerking Slime's cock. It isn't easy, sort of like trying to rub my head and pat my belly at the same time, but I think I'm figuring it out. Jordan is groaning in pleasure, her skin flushing red with her impending orgasm.
I pull my hand up, and then it's empty, gripping nothing. I look down to see Simon lying flat, his hand replacing mine. "Russ, you're laughably bad at that. I'll just have him fuck my face so I can take care of it myself."
"To be fair," I say with a shrug, settling my hands back on Jordan's hips, "my heart wasn't in it."
Simon chuckles, and Rafe grunts into Jordan's mouth as he pulls her flat against Cyrus so he can keep their lips locked as he lines his cock up over Simon's mouth and thrusts in.
I don't bother keeping count of how many orgasms Jordan has, but Cyrus is the first Alpha to howl in pleasure. His knot expands, tightening the space around me so deliciously that I lose myself as well. Jordan wails as our knots stretch her to her limit, and she collapses in a heap on top of Cyrus.
I am sure the other two also reach their goal because we all end up in a pile around Jordan, sweaty, spent, and happier than we could have ever imagined.