Episode 28 Taming of the Beasts #2
Inexplicable tears sting my eyes, and I give him a somewhat watery smile. “Always, dimples.” And I mean that. I trust Piers implicitly. Not just with my body but with my heart.
He growls and falls on my clit again, lapping at it like a starving man. I give myself over to the sensation, to the feeling of being worshipped by this man, this pack. To being the center of their focus. It’s so good and so dangerous.
My omega is purring in my chest, doing somersaults in glee. Celebrating finally taking this step with the pack that she has viewed as hers since the beginning.
Piers’ hips move, grinding his cock into the cushions in time with his finger thrusting in and out of my channel, like he’s imagining fucking me. That mindless movement has my hand spearing into his hair, holding him steady as I work my hips in time with his.
“That’s it, omega,” Thayer groans, drawing my attention to where he’s stroking his cock. “Ride Piers’ face, his fingers. Let him make you come for us. We want to see it.”
“So pretty taking your pleasure, Pix,” Court growls. “Fuck. I wish I had a camera. Wanna record this.”
A dangerous rumble from every other male in the room. “No one sees her like this, but us,” Forsythe snarls.
Court rolls his eyes. “Obviously. It wouldn’t be to share. It’s to… so I can paint it later.”
My brows arch and I want to ask about that.
I’ve noticed splotches of paint on his skin before but never got around to questioning him about it, but at that moment Piers adds another finger, stretching me and all thoughts flee my head, except for one.
“Yes. Yes. Oh fuck yes. Right there. Don’t stop. ”
The beta makes a hungry sound and his movements become more frantic. His thrusts a little harder, a little deeper. Pleasure coils hot and tight in my stomach, spiraling tighter and tighter.
Behind me Grieves is panting, his hips moving in time with mine, with Piers’. His cock ,wet with slick and precum, slides between my ass cheeks as he grunts into my ear with each thrust.
The air is thick with the sounds of heavy breathing and moans. Harsh breaths panting out of all of us, the sloppy sound of Piers’ fingers moving in and out of me. It’s too good, too much. All the alphas are watching me, watching as I come undone at the hands of their beta.
All of them have their cocks out, even Forsythe, knuckles white as they grip them harder than I would ever dare and stroke them roughly.
“God, she’s too pretty,” Court pants, shifting closer. Until his cock is pointed at my chest. “Too fucking pretty. I’m gonna come all over these gorgeous little tits, Pix.”
“Yes,” I pant out. “Please.”
“Fuck, cor mea,” Forsythe pants out, warm brown eyes blazing.
“I don’t think I’m going to be able to let you go.
” And those words, the ones dripping with a promise that he hasn’t made before are what make me shatter.
Make my back bows, pussy grinding into Piers.
My head presses into Grieves’ shoulder and my eyes slip closed.
Pleasure cascades through me, makes my thighs clench and my toes curl and I have the very brief thought that if I wasn’t being held open by the alpha behind me, I might smother Piers between my legs, but something tells me he’s right where he wants to be.
My heels dig into Piers’ back, hips lifting with the force of my orgasm as I cry out, hoarsely. Hot cum splashes over my tits, my stomach, the small of my back and ass, marking me, as Thayer groans, breathing heavy.
“Fuck, Pix,” Court pants, making my eyes open hazily as Piers continues to explore my pussy with his tongue. “Look at you, so pretty covered in our cum.”
“Fucking gorgeous,” Forsythe growls drawing my attention to where he’s still kneeling at the entrance to the nest, but his cock is out and he’s stroking it just like his packmates had been. “You’re going to ruin us, cor mea.”
I frown, not really liking the sound of that, the way he sounds resigned to it. Maybe he sees something in my expression because he gives me a soft smile. “Sweetest ruin. Perfect omega.”
I swallow thickly, and Piers takes that moment to nip at my clit, like he’s trying to distract me. My back arches again, Grieves grunts and his calloused hands tighten on my knees.
“Give me a taste,” Forsythe growls, moving to kneel next to me, his cock is still out still in his hand, stroking hard and fast. “Now, Piers.”
The beta moves. Placing one last kiss to my clit before he lifts to his knees and leans into his alpha.
I’d expected him to offer his fingers to the prime, to let Forsythe lick my slick off his skin, but instead Piers slides them between his own lips and sucks them, holding my slick in his mouth, he leans forward and kisses Forsythe.
The alpha groans, hand working his cock harder, faster as he licks the beta’s mouth, hungrily, devouring my taste from his lips. He’s panting when he pulls away, jaw tight, abs rippling.
“Open, omega.” I do without question, lips parting tongue sticking out. He growls and curses as he comes, jaw tight. Hot ropes of cum spray over my lips, my cheeks, my open mouth. I stay still for a moment, letting him see the mess he made of me.
A low approving purr rolls out of him, as he gently swipes his finger over my skin, collecting his cum and then scraping it into my mouth. I close my lips around him on instinct, preparing to swallow, but he must read my intention.
“No,” he says sharply, pulling my finger from me with a pop. “Hold it in your mouth. Don’t swallow.”
I arch a brow at him, but do as he says, waiting patiently as he uses a finger to gather more of his jizz from my cheeks and then pushes it between my lips, adding it to what’s already there. When he’s satisfied, he grins down at me. “Now, choose someone to feed it to.”
Oh god. My sex clenches and a fresh spill of slick seeps from me.
He chuckles. “Filthy little omega.”
It’s still dark, the lights still out, but my eyes have adjusted enough that I can make out the rest of the pack, watching us hungrily, waiting for my decision.
My first thought is to go to Piers. But then the memory of Court joking that Thayer calls his dick ‘duty’ and pounds the prince with it rises.
He grins when I crawl over to him, aware of the sway of my tits and hips, the eyes of the pack on me.
I climb into his lap without hesitation, straddling his hips as he slides his big hands onto mine, tugging me tight against his fabric covered cock.
Uncaring that I’m still covered in the stick mess of his and Court’s cum
My palm on the back of his neck drags him down to my lips.
He comes willingly, lips parting immediately.
He groans when Forsythe’s cum moves from my mouth to his, pulling back just long enough to swallow and mutter, “fuck, you taste so good together.” And then he kisses me again.
And again. And again. Hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise, cock rigid and grinding into my clit with just the right amount of pressure.
Slick is pouring out of me, wetting the fabric that separates us.
“Turn her around,” Forsythe orders. The world shifts and blurs and then I’m settled on Thayer’s lap and blinking up at a kneeling Piers.
The prince is behind him, his hand wrapped around the beta’s cock, giving it long hard strokes.
“Open your legs, omega. Let your beta see your pretty pussy while he comes.”
My thighs part without any input from me, and both of them shuffle forward. “Pull her lips apart,” Forsythe grits out and Thay moves to do as he ordered, using a hand on either side of my mound to pull me open.
“Oh, fuck,” Piers groans.
Forsythe leans into him, mouth open and hot against Piers’ temple as he strokes him harder, faster. “Look at her. So pretty and pink and wet. That swollen little clit, just begging to be covered in your cum, in your scent.”
I whine, a long keening thing, as my muscles clench around nothing and a trickle of slick pours out of me. Piers hips jerk as he groans, fucking into the tight fist around his cock.
“You’re the only one who can mark her,” the prince continues, voice low and dangerous and possessive. “The only one of us not suppressants. You want to mark her, don’t you, beta? You want to make her yours. Ours?”
The sound Piers makes is half growl half sob, his pretty hazel eyes focused on me, his mouth hanging open on a pant.
“Answer me.”
Piers eyes roll and he reaches out, to brace one hand on Thayer’s shoulder, hunching over me, bringing the tip of hie cock closer to my clit. “Y-Yes, I want her to be ours. I want to mark her.”
“Good boy,” Forsythe praises him. “Such a good boy. Now come all over our omega’s pussy for me.”
Piers’ body seizes, his head tips back, the long line of his throat exposed.
My name is a hoarse cry, that echoes around the room.
He’s beautiful when he comes, entrancing, and it’s such a turn on, that when the first lash of his cum hits my clit, my back arches, and an almost painful orgasm rips through me.
My vision goes dark, my head all floaty as I cry out.
I drift back to myself to the low murmurs of male voices around me. Piers is curled into my side, one arm draped over my waist, his face buried in the tangle of my hair. The scent of fresh cut grass is thick in the air when I take a deep inhale.
The beta pushes onto his elbow and smiles down at me. “There she is. You had us worried for a bit.” My eyes flutter as he gently scrapes the hair away from my sweaty face. “How are you feeling, sunshine?”
“Good, I think.” My voice is ragged and my muscles feel heavy and languid. ‘I’ve never…” Words fail me. I’m not sure how to explain what that was like for me. I mean, I had an orgasm so intense from Piers coming on my pussy, from him marking me in his scent, that I blacked out. “That was intense.”
He chuckles and leans down to press a kiss to my mouth. Soft and sweet and all Piers. “For me too.”
The hum of voices around us picks up, one broad palm slides onto my hip in a possessive grip that my omega loves. The same way she loves absolutely everything that happened tonight. Even if some of it was surprising as hell.
My eyes find Forsythe, shirtless and leaning against the couch, murmuring words I can’t make out to Thayer. “Is he always so-”
I cut off, red flooding my cheeks.
“So what?” Piers presses. “Bossy? Demanding? Dominating? Cause the answer to all three is yes. Always.”
I look back at him. “I was gonna say filthy, but those too. I never would have thought”- I cut off again, remembering the string of absolute filth that had fallen from the prince’s mouth.
Piers give me a knowing look. “You never would have thought he’d order you to snowblow one of his pack mates? Or me to mark you in my scent? Or Grieves to hold your thighs spread open so wide so we can all appreciate how pretty your pussy is?”
With each word out of his mouth my toes curl a little more. “Yes to all of that. He’s so… polite in public.”
Behind me Court snorts and a second later his nose is buried in the curve of my neck, his teeth scraping my skin. “Haven’t you heard, pixie? It’s the quiet ones you need to look out for.”