Chapter 35
Magnus
Ipull Orion away from Hestia’s lips. There’s no more come for him to clean, and she’s too out of it to give him new orders. That means it’s my turn to take charge.
Cato is still crouched near her head, and I growl at him. He flashes some teeth behind the muzzle but moves back.
Finally, she’s mine.
I look down at my omega, her eyes hazy, flushed and panting, heat riding her hard.
“Be a good girl and show me your pretty pussy,” I say, pushing her legs up.
Hestia whimpers and lets me move her around.
“Hold your ankles and don’t let go until I say you can.”
Once I have her holding herself open, I stroke her pussy. More slick trickles out as I spread her lips.
That’s not enough for Hestia, because she whines and arches her back, trying to hurry me along.
I slap her thigh and enjoy watching it jiggle. She jolts, and I rub the spot to soothe it. When she moans, I slap the other one, continuing until her thighs are blushing almost as pink as her pussy.
Hestia is slick and dripping, her scent heady. At some point she dropped her ankles, but it doesn’t matter. With me kneeling in between her legs, she’s wide open.
“You like that, little omega?” I say, squeezing her thighs.
She whines and nods.
I rub her clit as a reward. My hand is immediately covered in slick, making my movements sound sloppy and obscene.
My cock is throbbing, desperate to be inside her, but I want to make her just as desperate for me so she can’t think.
I spank her pussy and watch it flutter. Hestia moans and reaches for me, and I pin her wrists above her head.
I slap her pussy again, punctuating my words with spanks, “This is what it will feel like when I’m fucking you. Are you ready for that?”
She whines and tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck, a sight designed to drive an alpha crazy. Her unmarked skin makes my teeth ache, but I ignore the temptation.
Although…
I drag my teeth across her neck, just a tease. Hestia’s whole body shivers, and she arches her neck even more.
I take little nips, careful not to get my canines on her. She’s trembling under me, whether because she’s aching for release or a bite, I’m not sure.
Her neck is red by the time I pull back.
Hestia’s perfume is so sweet and enticing, urging me to knot her, fill her with come, never let her go.
It’s the best smell in the world, it’s sitting around the fire as the cider simmers or eating the fruitcake you’ve been preparing for all year.
The one time of year when it’s acceptable to just relax, a rare treat when you live in the wilderness like I did growing up, where survival depends on hard work.
Hestia’s scent tells me it’s safe to take a break and enjoy myself, as if it’s designed for me specifically.
That must be what it means to be a scent match. It doesn’t just smell good. Her scent calls to me, reaching deep, touching me on a level beyond the senses, a mix of comfort and attraction.
After her heat burned off her suppressants, it was obvious we were scent matches when her scent hit us full force.
Hestia’s squirming distracts me from fantasizing about bonding my scent match. That’s something we’ll have to explore when we’re not her bosses.
I like having her trapped under me like this. I grin down at her.
“Do you want me to fuck you, little omega?” I say, rubbing my cock against her clit.
She pouts and whines impatiently.
I try to brush off the last of my nerves. I’m always worried about being intimate with someone for the first time, but I’m even more anxious because it’s her.
I kiss her, and she opens immediately for me. Her tongue against mine—my thoughts dim.
I notch my cock at her entrance and push forward.
Except my cock doesn’t budge.
That breaks me out of the trance.
I give Hestia one last peck and sit back on my knees, drawing her hips onto my lap. She bites her lip and watches me through hooded eyes.
I rub her clit with my thumbs as I try to force her onto my cock.
“You’re such a good omega, I know you can take my cock. We’ll make it fit,” I say, pulling harder, fingers digging into her soft skin.
She moans and I slide in about half an inch as slick gushes around my cock, dripping onto the mattress.
I rock forward, working past the tight ring of muscle. Hestia’s legs twitch and she digs her nails into my arms, urging me closer.
I know I’m talking, but I don’t know what I’m saying, if it’s even coherent. I’m struggling almost as much as she is.
“That’s it, get nice and slick for me, good girl. You’re so tight, but I know you can take more, just breathe. You feel so good, so hot—fuck. You’re doing such a good job. Good little omega. Just breathe for me.”
We strain to get my cock inside her, and I feel it as she slowly stretches, struggling to adjust. I’m sweating and tense, watching her face to make sure she can take it. I can’t focus on anything except how tight she is, but surely after all this effort I must be at least a third of the way in.
Except when I look, the head isn’t even in yet.
I stop, breathing hard.
Hestia whines plaintively, and I feel like doing the same. She’s still pulling on me, but her hold has weakened and she’s trembling.
We’ll have to work up to this more than I thought. I don’t think we’ll get there during this heat.
“You did great, little omega. You were so good for me,” I say.
It doesn’t really matter if I can’t be inside her. My packmates will take care of the knotting, and Hestia and I can do other things.
Charm grabs my arm and stops me before I pull out.
“You’re not giving up already, are you?” he says, using his disarming smile.
“I tried. It will take more training to work up to this,” I say firmly.
I rub Hestia’s thigh comfortingly, though she’s so hazy, I’m not sure if she knows what we’re talking about.
She’s so small and soft. It’s a wonder omegas can take alphas at all.
Despite our bond, Charm just doesn’t get how it feels to be the one who never fits in. When things go easily for everyone but me.
I try to brush him off so someone else can take my place. He doesn’t let go, but Charm isn’t strong enough to restrain me.
I pull out, and Hestia’s pussy releases me with a pop.
She claws at me and whines, “More.”
“See, our omega can take more. She wants you, Magnus. Don’t disappoint her,” Charm says.
I growl at him even though I know he’s purposefully antagonizing me.
I answer Hestia rather than giving Charm more attention.
“We couldn’t fit more, baby,” I say, stroking her stomach. “We’ll work up to it another time. Your other alphas will give you their knots while we play together.”
“She can take more than that. She’s an omega, they’re strong. And stretchy,” he says.
“Yes, fuck me, alpha. I need your cock. Please, put it back in me. I need more,” Hestia says.
Her haziness seems to have cleared right up.
“Omegas can take several alphas at once, and there’s just one of you,” Charm argues.
Hestia nods eagerly, still digging her little claws into me.
I shake my head and try to move back, but Charm wedges his knee behind me. Henri pulls Hestia’s head onto his lap, trapping me between the three of them.
“You want us to help him fuck you? Help you take his big cock like a good omega?” Henri coos at Hestia, who agrees, of course.
Orion takes their side too, spreading one of her legs while Charm takes the other, holding her open for me.
Cato slinks over, but he’s just here to watch and rub his cock, so I ignore him.
“Come on, we’ll do this together,” Charm says, bumping his shoulder against mine.
“We’ll make sure our omega feels good,” Henri adds, already playing with her breasts.
I grumble but relent. Once they see up close that I don’t fit, someone can take my spot.
Hestia stares up at me from Henri’s lap, spread and ready thanks to my packmates.
Sensing their encouragement in the bond helps, and it makes me realize I’ve been too in my head about this. Hestia’s heat is about her, and since I offered to help, I should be willing to try. Besides, I want to give her everything she wants.
I shouldn’t let my own issues get in the way of her happiness.
That sounds more magnanimous if you don’t know I’m talking about my cock.
I kiss Hestia until she’s breathless and fit myself back at her entrance. Orion and Charm stretch her lips open.
Her pussy welcomes me back, slick and clinging, and I work the tip in easier this time.
Hestia’s moans are soon smothered by Cato’s cock. Her tongue flashes out to swirl around the head before she goes back to sucking on him.
I don’t feel rushed now that my packmates are playing with her.
Hestia slowly opens for me, and my head sinks in, her pussy gripping me like a vise.
I pause to catch my breath and readjust the angle before I start pushing again.
The shaft goes in easier now that we’re past the wide base of the head.
Hestia takes me inch by inch, until, with a snap of my hips, almost half my cock sinks in.
We both freeze. I wait as her body gradually relaxes, waiting further still until her pussy ripples around me with Charm fingering her clit.
I take that as a sign she’s ready for more.
My little omega feels so wet, so hot, so good strangling my cock. I need to lock myself inside her and fill her up until she’s close to bursting.
I speed up, watching her stomach bulge with every thrust.
The tingling in my spine increases, but I ignore it. I didn’t work this hard to fit us together just to come after a few strokes.
At some point I brace myself over her, pounding her into the mattress. It gives me an up-close view of her sucking Cato’s cock, which isn’t helping my self-control.
Henri’s hands brush my chest as he squeezes her nipples.
I drop my face against her cheek and slow my thrusts, eyes rolling at the feeling of her pussy clinging to me.
My thoughts scatter as if I never had any worries to begin with. How could I, with my omega wrapped around me, hugging me tightly like she’ll never let go.
I don’t even notice my knot bumping her lips until I’m pushing her up Henri’s lap with each thrust.
My mouth is whispering filthy things in her ear, “That’s right, sweet omega. Fuck, squeeze me tight just like that. You’ll make your alpha come. You’re doing such a good job taking my cock. You want me to come in you? Then you need to come first.”
She moans and tightens around me.
“That’s right, be a good girl and come for me.”
She pulls off Cato’s cock and says, “No, knot me first.”
I kiss her and rub her clit firmly, pushing Charm’s hand out of the way. Hestia kisses me back, but soon realizes what I’m doing and turns away.
“Knot me, alpha. I need it. I can’t come until you do,” she whimpers.
My omega’s whines pierce right through me. I have to—no—I need to give her what she wants.
The instinct is riding me hard, but I have a shred of sanity left that tells me I can’t, even if I don’t remember why.
“Please, alpha, knot me,” my omega begs, almost sobbing.
I can’t knot her.
It won’t work.
But why?
She’s my omega, and she needs my knot.
I press my forehead against hers, wishing I could explain why I can’t, or maybe have her explain why it’s okay for me to give her my knot.
Since I can’t bond her and share our thoughts, I turn to my pack bonds.
They echo our omega’s encouragement.
But I thought I wasn’t supposed to knot her.
She begs and demands and whines as my knot grinds against her.
Her legs are wrapped around my waist, heels digging into my ass.
I give in.
I cradle her head in my hands and force my knot in.
Her body trembles, hands clawing at my back, urging me on.
I want to knot her so she can never leave me.
One last hard thrust, and it’s in.
My mind goes white as my knot inflates, stretching her inner walls wider and wider until it’s too big to be pulled out, locking me inside her.
Hestia arches into me as she orgasms, and I’m right there with her, cock pulsing as I fill her with come.
I’ve never felt anything like it, and not just because this is the first time I’ve knotted someone. It’s because it’s her, my omega.
My mate.