Chapter 45
Cato
Isqueeze the base of my cock, not wanting to come just yet, but my omega’s face is making it difficult to hold back.
Her mouth is slack in pleasure as Magnus ruts her into the rug. The sight makes me ache to come in her again.
But I’m a good alpha who shares with his packmates.
So I wait and watch while Magnus makes our omega feel good.
She’s already come several times on his cock, and he shows no sign of slowing. Hestia is happily taking his hard thrusts, face down, with Magnus’s hips slapping her ass.
If only I were bonded to her too, then I could feel how much she’s enjoying it. I want to be inside her all the time, see the world through her eyes, make sure she gets everything she wants, give her as much pleasure as possible.
I grind my teeth, a reminder not to bite our mate before she’s ready. I want her so badly my canines are burning, but I would never hurt her. I couldn’t bear the thought of her looking at me with fear or resentment if I tried to bond her without permission.
Orion is still waiting for his turn with Hestia, but he’s not touching his cock at all. I don’t know how he does it. I’d combust if I wasn’t able to stroke my cock while watching this. I can feel him in the bond, and he’s happy to be where he is, watching our mate be pleasured by our packmate.
If I can’t be inside my omega, my preference is to be as close as possible, which is why I’m stretched out next to them.
Magnus nudged me away when I got too close earlier, but I still have a good view of Hestia’s sweet face.
I let him have his space for now, but once he knots her, our omega is fair game again.
Magnus slows and grinds his knot against her pussy. Hestia whimpers, digging her fingers into the rug and arching her back. His knot gradually disappears inside her, locking her up tight. I watch intently as they orgasm together, Hestia’s face scrunched up in pleasure.
Once she’s full of his come, Magnus sits up and spreads her legs over his lap, cuddling her against his chest.
Maybe I should fuck her tits next. They’re all red after being rubbed against the rug. I want to soothe them with my tongue.
And bite them.
“Come here,” Hestia says.
I’m at her side immediately.
“Not you,” Magnus growls at me.
I glare at him even though I already realized my mistake—she was talking to Orion.
He crawls over and kneels in front of them.
Hestia runs her hands down his chest, tracing the ridges of his muscles. Orion’s stomach tenses, but otherwise he remains still for her perusal. She trails her hand down to his hip and then his thigh as his cock twitches and drips, waiting for her to notice it.
“You won’t come until I tell you to, right, alpha?” she asks him coyly.
Orion swiftly nods.
She smiles. “Good boy.”
If I fuck her really well, I bet I can get her to call me a good boy too.
Hestia lazily strokes Orion’s cock until he’s trembling. He sucks in a breath when she brushes his knot.
She usually loves teasing Orion, but lust overtakes her quickly this time. I see it in her face as she loses control and takes him into her mouth.
Magnus holds her waist, keeping her propped up so she can play with Orion without pulling on Magnus’s knot.
Hestia moans as she sucks on Orion, twisting her hands around his cock, working it until she gets it stuffed down her throat.
I slip closer and press against her side. She reaches back to rub my thigh and I purr, pleased at the attention.
I gather Hestia’s hair and hold it out of her way. It gives me a better view too of her lips stretched around his cock.
She moves faster, and Orion whimpers and twitches.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her spiced fruit scent. It’s like a direct hit to my bloodstream, hot and sweet, my omega rushing through me, making me groan.
I keep my nose tucked against her throat and move her hand from my thigh to my cock.
Hestia strokes me, matching her rhythm with sucking on Orion.
I push into her hand and rub my jaw over every part of her I can reach. Scent marking her things isn’t enough anymore, I want my scent all over her. This is the best I can do until we bond and my scent becomes a permanent part of her.
She tugs on my cock, pulling me closer. I follow her movement until she has it pointed at her chest, brushing her breasts.
I close my eyes and enjoy this new position, thrusting into her hand and chest, until Orion’s groans distract me.
I slit my eyes open to see how he’s doing. His legs are shaking and hands fisted at his side.
I’m not surprised, Hestia is squeezing his knot while he’s buried in her throat.
I’m close to the edge too. Maybe I’ll be nice and brotherly and wait to come until Orion does. Shared sweet torment.
Although I don’t know if I can. Hestia’s hand is everywhere at once, rubbing my cock, squeezing my knot, playing with my balls.
Omegas deserve more recognition for their multitasking skills. We should give them awards for everything they do. Hestia is knotted on Magnus but still manages to gracefully tongue Orion while her fingers brush my—hnggg.
I bow over her, ending up on my hands and knees as she milks me.
I can’t hold back any longer. My come paints her breasts, feeling primal satisfaction at covering her in my scent.
Orion’s self-control fails too. His mind blanks like a starburst, flooding open in the bond as he comes.
His pleasure mixes with mine until it feels like I’m coming on our omega and in her mouth at the same time, marking her inside and out so everyone knows who she belongs to.
When I’m done, I push back onto my knees so I don’t collapse on top of her.
Magnus pulls Hestia up to rest on his chest. She flops against him, breathing hard.
He wraps his hand around her throat and runs the other over her breasts. I did a great job of covering them with come, but I’ll allow him to rub it in and make sure they’re thoroughly covered. Hestia whines and wiggles, though she can’t move much since he has her pinned above and below.
Magnus’s hand is large enough to span her breasts and play with both nipples at once, squeezing and tugging until her chest is flushed pink. Hestia is panting and digging her nails into his arms.
He gives her breasts a break and moves down to her pussy, still stretched around his knot. Magnus fingers her lips before moving to her clit, slowly circling it. She whines and tries to push his hand where she wants it, but he won’t budge.
I huff a laugh as she tries again and fails. She must be too out of it to think clearly. If Hestia were thinking, she’d realize she can rub her clit herself, although I’m sure Magnus would stop her if she tried to take over.
Magnus finally relents and plays with her clit, and Hestia comes with a whimper.
When she’s done, she falls asleep almost instantly.
I press my forehead against hers, soaking up as much of my omega as I can.