Twenty-Six #2
A haze starts settling over me, the bond opening up between everyone as our hunger for each other builds.
It’s not just one kind of hunger, either.
Sharing blood, just for the sake of having our systems so intrinsically linked is something I never want to live without again.
I can’t even fathom how I used to live off of boxed blood, consuming it so rarely that I was constantly weak.
These men though? They’re getting me addicted to the rich liquid in their veins, and I have the sudden desire to be covered in it.
I bite into Clement without warning, going out of my way to be really sloppy about it.
It drips down his neck and hits my bare skin, acting like an aphrodisiac as I use fingertips to spread it over my chest. You’d think seeing him bleeding such copious amounts earlier would have quieted this need, or made it traumatic to see it seeping out of him once more, but I fear it’s done the opposite.
I’m ravenous to see the rich red color, licking it up and letting some drip down, then I’m reaching over to Edric to do the same.
While Clement starts brandishing kisses on my abdomen, he’s taking little nips of me, gently sliding his fangs into my skin to draw my own blood to the surface.
By the time Moon and Anderson enter the room, I’m splayed out and practically begging for more.
It doesn’t take them long to appraise the scene, pupils dilating at the scents floating around us, thickening the air we breathe.
All it takes is a single look cast through my eyelashes and they’re falling to their knees, extending my arms so they can drink from me.
Not enough to make me lightheaded, but enough to satisfy the vampiric parts of our soul through blood and sex.
I’m sure that this would be the stuff of nightmares for non-vampires, to see so much blood that my skin becomes slippery, staining the blanket underneath me as it becomes a free-for-all.
Moon moves in for a kiss and I nip his lip, tearing it open so I can sip from him and kiss him at the same time.
His blood tastes of the dark honey that his alpha commands, sliding down my throat as the others feast on my body both figuratively and literally.
The rest of the pack appears slowly, but by the time I’m surrounded by the mates I’ve chosen, my skin is no longer the pale hue it is normally.
Head to toe I’m covered in mixed drops, hands sliding over me, entering me, flipping me over, and then coating themselves in it so they can slide inside of me with thick cocks.
It’s like I can feel where the blood mixes with my slick, where it’s being pushed inside of me.
I’ve never had their blood in my body in this way, but everywhere it touches it feels almost electric.
My skin’s buzzing and heightening with every thrust, and still I take from whoever puts themselves within reach of me.
I want to be gorged on their blood as they become gorged on each other’s, and when I go down on Moon so I can lap at his bite and give him a new one, it’s while Jos is biting him to drink, and Calloway linked to him for the same purpose.
Everywhere I look there’s slippery red skin, thrusting at my face and pumping themselves in rough hands while they wait for my body to be available to them.
I feel like a toy, one made just for this pack of seven alphas.
“Gods damn it Fable, how is it this good every damn time? Fuck, baby. You like seeing this view behind you? Look at your alpha while he fucks you.”
That’s actually worth pulling away from Moon momentarily for.
Edric’s skin, tinted red but covered in script and symbols, his tattooed and pierced face so raw and hungry as he uses my body, sweat glistening off his chest, this is the shit of legends.
This is the whole damn reason omegas are so revered, because this is what we get to take and give to our packs.
Absolute bliss, total devotion, being split wide open as he shoves his knot inside of me before my body is truly ready for it.
Instead of pain though, it just increases the pleasure tenfold, making everything somehow more intense.
Then Moon is grabbing my head roughly so he can shove his dick inside of it again, pulling me all the way down on it until I’m gagging, drool falling form my mouth while Edric continues to pound me from behind.
I’ve got Monet next to me, my first alpha, the one that took an unsure omega that was completely broken, and gave her something to wake up everyday for.
He’s looking at me like he owns me, and I guess he basically does.
Pure alpha possessiveness glinting in his eyes, he, too, bears bite marks all over his neck and chest. Some are likely from me, the rest from our pack, his hand pumping himself until he’s covering me in a new kind of substance that I love even more.
I lose track of who’s touching me where, entering a headspace where I’m only focusing on the way it feels to have so many hands sliding around my skin, tweaking my nipples, painting me, and touching me with reverence.
Eventually I’m sat on Jos while Calloway starts stretching my ass, the one spot they’ve yet to take.
This is the time for all that waiting to be over to fully and completely give over every part of myself.
“Relax for me, Omega. Gonna take you nice and slow.” Calloway bites into his thumb and pushes inside of me, scooping up slick from my body to mix with it to ease the passage.
Unusual and so, so good at the same time, he stretches my backside one finger at a time until I'm pushing back at him, forcing him to give me more than the tip.
Jos is in disarray under me, thighs working so hard to thrust up into me while Calloway adds to the weight.
I'm in a state of utter bliss, ecstasy washing through my system as one by one we all finish, cries and guttural moans the soundscape we’re all drenched in.
What started as a simple kiss has turned into an erotic bloodbath and them more or less running a train on me, teaching me the limits of what my body can take when I'm not in heat.
By the time they've wrenched too many orgasms out of me to count, I'm limp and lifeless, surrounded by the bodies of men that have proved they'd take a bullet for me if needed.
Right on the edge of sleep, all of us too exhausted from the adrenaline highs to bother cleaning or moving, we get visitors practically pounding on our door, completely popping our bubble.
“Someone order pizza from an aggressive restaurant and forget to mention it?” Moon asks before leaning down to brush a kiss on my forehead and answer the door, nothing but a throw pillow to cover himself up.
After a few moments of hushed conversation, he calls up to me. “Hey, Fable, think your legs will let you walk down here for proof of life?”
I grunt at the call, Monet helping me up and draping a stretched-out shirt over my messy skin, carrying me downstairs when my legs practically buckle at the first step. I tap his arms to let me down, smirking as I address the suit-clad trio on the front porch.
“Can I help you?”
Cum starts actively seeping out of me, and I decide to just let it happen because there are strangers on my porch interrupting my mandated cuddle pile.
“Were with the Omega Bureau of Affairs. We've been sent to conduct a random inspection of your nest and home, to ensure your needs are being met. We have a report filed that requires us to follow up on you. Your alphas are being accused of neglect and we need to verify that your pack is fulfilling their obligations after paperwork was filed during your recent stay at the The Omega Center.”
“Um, okay, the clinic mentioned this, I think,” Moon says, a bit dazed. None of us are clear-headed right now, not with the tingles of incredible orgasms still working their way through our systems.
“What exactly do you need to see?” I ask, because how do you prove something like this in a snapshot?
One of the suit-clad peoples has seen what’s dripping down my leg, now from both holes actually, and their face goes flame red. Would it be bad manners to knock my feet wider apart so it happens faster?
Oblivious, the main speaker, who seems like they’re out to prove something, and not in a good way, clears their throat and consults something on their clipboard.
“We’ll need to see a kitchen in order to check food supplies so we know you have access to adequate nutrition, we need to see your nest, just from the hallway, to ensure you’ve been given proper accommodations, and we will also need to inspect the bite marks that were previously infected, to confirm that prior concerns about them have been addressed. ”
She looks so smug as she says all this, like she thinks it’s a gotcha type of moment. One by one, my alphas appear behind us, none more than half dressed, some, like Moon, only carrying a throw pillow or something similar because this is our home.
“Uh, yeah, come on in, I guess,” Moon says, scratching his head and stepping back, keeping his backside to the door so nothing more is seen.
I don’t know if the main person speaking just hadn’t processed what was in front of her or what, but as she tries to walk past Moon, she freezes, does a quick scan with her eyes, and then darts forward like her ass is on fire.