Chapter 31
Hestia
“Do you have it?” Cato asks.
I look for him at the sound of his voice but only catch a glimpse as he and Orion leave the room.
I whine and Charm reassures me, “They’ll be back in a minute, omega. They’re getting ready for you.”
Him calling me omega calms me. Well, that and Magnus’s tongue in my mouth.
They have me spread out, Magnus kissing me and Charm running his nose along my neck.
Magnus’s lips are soft except for the line of scarring. I lick it when he pulls back, making him growl and kiss me again. His tongue presses inside, filling my mouth with his gingerbread flavor.
He moves aside for Henri to take his place. Henri puts his hands on my cheeks and smiles down at me, but his brown eyes are wild.
He kisses me sweetly, if you ignore the hand he has wrapped firmly around my throat.
Charm shifts down to kiss my chest, and the light kisses in contrast with Henri’s possessive hold make me impatient for more.
I clutch at his shirt, but Henri pulls back.
Magnus watches his packmates play with me, rubbing his cock over his boxers. There’s a growing wet spot from his precum that I want to taste.
“Be a good omega for me,” Henri says, squeezing my throat.
I whimper and release his shirt. I want to do what my alphas tell me to…
But I’m the omega and I should get what I want.
Henri’s lips are almost on mine when I sneak my hand into his pants and find his cock. He moans and presses his forehead against me as I stroke him.
Charm sucks on my nipple through my tank top, playing with it with tongue and gentle teeth. When he sucks hard, I moan and pause my movements.
Henri squeezes my throat and growls, “Keep going.”
I whine and resume milking him, using his precum to glide up and down his long cock.
I don’t know if it’s because it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone, but Henri’s cock feels bigger than I’m used to.
Charm alternates between my breasts, and every time he distracts me, Henri urges me to keep going. When I do, he presses kisses on my face and hair, my reward for doing a good job.
I run my fingers around his head, playing with the soft skin bunched there, and then down his shaft as far as I can go. He’s too far away for me to reach his knot, but I want it, I want to feel it inside me.
My pussy aches, so empty, dripping slick to lure them in. My perfume is hanging thick in the air, making it difficult to smell my mates.
Henri suddenly pulls my hand away, and they move back.
A shadowy face appears above me, upside-down. I’m confused trying to make sense of it, but finally I recognize Cato. A muzzle covers the lower half of his face, leather and metal hooked over his nose and mouth so his sharp teeth are barely visible.
In a blink, he rips my tank top open, growling as my breasts bounce out. He puts his knees on my shoulders to hold them down as Orion pulls my shorts off (without ripping them). Cato pulls my knees up and spreads my legs wide.
But I’m hardly paying attention to how they’re manhandling me because in this position, Cato’s cock hovers over my face. Precum has the head slick and shiny, dripping down the shaft and highlighting his veins. I want to trace them with my tongue.
At the base of his shaft is the large, round bulge of his knot. It doesn’t look like it could fit inside me, and it’s not even inflated yet. Cato’s balls are tight against his body, pale skin in stark contrast to the shock of red hair around it.
The scent of his precum is strong, and I whine, wanting my chocolate treat. Chocolate has always been my favorite food, and I’ve been desperate to taste Cato since we met. I try to sit up so I can reach it, forgetting he has me pinned.
He watches me struggle, dark eyes burning and hungry. My heart pounds at seeing his alpha so focused on me. Cato’s scent is usually semisweet, but now the dark chocolate smell is stronger under the power of his other half.
I only manage to break his gaze because Orion distracts me by licking my pussy, his face buried between my thighs. I close my eyes and moan.
Orion does it again, an almost lazy swipe up my pussy like he’s tasting me. My body is happy to make more slick for him, but I only let him get a few more licks before I lose my patience.
I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull his face against me. I rub his nose against my clit and grind his lips against mine. Orion follows my command, his tongue thoroughly exploring me and circling my clit before pressing inside to rub my G-spot.
My legs shake and twitch, but Cato keeps them spread for him.
I’m hot all over, desperate, every nerve in my body going haywire. The orgasm catches me by surprise.
I whimper as I come, holding Orion tight so he stays tongue-deep in me while I flood his face.
It feels so good, but even as my pussy pulses around his tongue, I can tell it’s nowhere near enough.
When I’m done, I gently pull him away. Any other time, I’d be happy to let him lick me as much as he wants, but my heat is burning through me and it needs to be fed.
“I need knots,” I whine.
Orion kisses my hands after I let go. “I know you do, omega. I wanted to make sure you were ready for them.”
“Of course I’m ready,” I say, although I’m not sure how confident I look with my feet dangling in the air.
Orion moves aside, and Charm kneels between my legs. His kisses taste like pine needle tea, bubbly and slightly woodsy. I kiss him back and stroke his cock, eager to feel everything that’s going to be inside me. His mouth becomes more uncoordinated as I play with him.
I guide his cock to my entrance and let him take over. Charm leans back to watch as he slowly enters me.
“More,” I demand.
We’re both breathing hard by the time he gets his head in. It feels so good to have him stretch me open, my pussy clinging to him.
Charm works himself deeper with sharp thrusts, moving faster like he can’t bear to wait any longer.
I claw at his arms and shoulders, urging him on, my whines mixing with his grunts and the wet sounds of him fucking me.
He pushes my legs back until my knees hit my chest, and Cato moves to give him room. I vaguely hear Orion murmur, “Are you holding up alright?” and Cato’s answering growl.
Their odd conversation is quickly forgotten as Charm hits deeper with this new angle. His knot bumps me with every thrust, my breasts bouncing as he drives me into the mattress.
I whine as his cock rubs against that sensitive spot near my cervix, and my thighs tingle as another orgasm builds.
Charm is no longer the polished, charming alpha. His blonde hair is disheveled, canine teeth peeking out, polite smile nowhere in sight. Now he’s an alpha whose only concern is pleasing his omega.
I’m smug that I made him this way. This powerful alpha, who made it through a blizzard unscathed, is now coming undone because of my omega pussy.
Yet it’s still not enough to calm my heat. I need to be stuffed full until I can’t think, until I can’t feel anything but them, until their come is locked deep inside me.
And like good alphas, they know exactly what I need.
Charm lifts me and sits back on his heels, all while holding me on his cock.
I kiss and lick and bite his chest. Every time I scrape my teeth against him, Charm groans and his cock twitches. I smile against his skin, wondering if he’d let me sink my teeth in deep.
Hestia pushes back, logic trying to take control. There’s no reason to worry though. I’m not angling for a bond just yet. I know we have to wait until our mating won’t get our alphas in trouble.
Charm bounces me on his cock, and those silly logical thoughts disappear.
Henri fists his hand in my hair and pulls my head back, arching my body.
My pussy is already fluttering when Charm rubs my clit, and I spiral higher.
Henri’s expression is fierce as he watches the pleasure on my face.
One more firm touch pushes me over, and I tighten around Charm. My pussy tries to milk him as I squirt all over his lap.
Henri kisses me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth. I’m not coherent enough to reciprocate, so he takes me however he wants.
Henri rubs my pussy where it’s stretched around Charm’s cock, coating his fingers in my slick and working them between my cheeks. He circles my hole before slowly pushing a finger inside. I try to relax for him so he can work it in and out.
Charm grinds me against his knot while Henri plays with my ass. His knot is just barely stretching my entrance, and I shift my hips, trying to slide it in while simultaneously pushing back against Henri.
Henri adds more fingers, making my legs tremble, but I whine, still desperate for someone to knot me.
The whine has barely left my lips when Cato drags my face to his cock.
I open my mouth, but he rubs my cheek against his knot and up the shaft, smearing precum on me. Only his eyes are visible as he watches me, the rest of his expression obscured by the muzzle.
I try to get my mouth on him, but he turns my head to rub the other cheek on his cock. I love that he’s covering me in his scent like this, but there’s a more effective way to do that.
Cato growls when I grab his shaft, and Charm and Henri take my wrists, trapping them against my sides.
I still get what I want though, because Cato finally feeds me his cock. His size strains my mouth, and he only gives me a second to catch my breath before pushing deeper. I suck hard to get as much of the rich hot chocolate flavor as I can before he’s in my throat.
My eyes water as Cato fucks my face, saliva dripping down my chin. His movements are rough, but he’s careful not to actually hurt me, holding me like he’s desperate for me.
Cato squeezes my throat, feeling his cock move in it, as his knot brushes my lips. I don’t know if that part will fit, but I’m eager to try.
His attention is so consuming, I’d almost forgotten about his packmates. I’m reminded when Henri pushes his cock in my ass.
He very slowly works deeper. It feels like there isn’t enough room for him with Charm in my pussy.
I wanted their knots, but now I’m not sure I can take them. After seeing Cato’s knot up close—surely other alphas can’t be this big. They’re all so much bigger than I thought. Just their cocks are straining my body.
And I’ve never been with this many alphas at the same time.
With each thrust, I think Henri must be all the way in, but somehow on the next thrust he gives me more.
My eyes cross as Henri and Cato find a rhythm together, and it’s harder to care about what will happen if they try to knot me. My body strains for release, but I can’t quite reach it. I’m not sure if it’s too much stimulation or not enough.
Cato pulls out until only his head is in my mouth and holds it there. I whine when he doesn’t move.
“Take a deep breath,” Henri says.
I’ve been breathing just fine between thrusts, so I roll my eyes at him.
Henri stops moving and squeezes the back of my neck until I do what he says.
As soon as my lungs are full, Cato surges forward, all the way in until his knot hits my lips. And he keeps pushing, forcing my jaw wider around his knot.
Now I know why I was supposed to take a deep breath. I’m choking on his knot and can’t breathe around it.
The worry returns. As much as I want this, I’ve never had a knot in my mouth. I’m not sure I can take it.
The texture of his knot is so different, the skin is made up of small ridges rather than being smooth like the shaft. I explore it with my tongue, getting used to the idea of him knotting my mouth.
But as Cato pushes again, I panic. All those ridges are so it can inflate, extra skin that will stretch out. He’s already straining my jaw, it seems impossible for his knot to get even bigger after it’s in.
I look up at Cato, eyes pleading for reassurance.