Chapter 62
SIXTY-TWO
Tony
I’D PREPPED FOR JEZ’S heat in several ways, not all of which had involved a butt plug and copious amounts of lube. That didn’t mean I’d truly understood what I was getting into.
At least I’d been right about one thing—seeing a pack of alphas completely off the leash was hot as hell. It was so different now than it had been when Gage and I rescued Heath and Jez from the silos.
Even at his worst, I hadn’t exactly been scared of Heath when he was in that awful, chemically induced rut. But I’d been scared shitless of other things. Like, y’know, vengeful mob goons with guns.
Worse, seeing Heath mated to Jez—seeing how wrapped up they were in each other, and how possessive they were acting—had convinced me that there was no future for me and Heath.
I sort of wished I could go back in time and reassure Past Tony that things would work out way better than I could have dreamed.
I could also have used the chance to warn myself that letting an alpha force prostate orgasms out of me until I fainted from exhaustion—while super-hot at the time—did result in a killer headache afterward.
And, erm... some other interesting aches, as well.
That part had happened on day two, after which I’d woken up naked in my own bedroom to find Gage camped out nearby in a chair.
“Good morning. Did you have fun?” he asked wryly.
Despite my best efforts, I immediately flashed back to the feeling of choking on his cock while helplessly pumping out what had felt like gallons of jizz, my ass stretched around an alpha knot that was probably classified as a dangerous weapon in several jurisdictions.
My dick gave an exhausted twitch of interest, only to remember how hard it had been working for the past two days and give up in defeat a moment later.
“Yes,” I said meekly.
Gage sighed, and pressed electrolytes and a ham sandwich on me, pinning me with a meaningful gaze until I finished them.
“Good boy,” he told me when I was done. “Now, take a hot shower, pop some aspirin, and get at least eight hours of sleep before you come back to the nest. Oh, and maybe hold off on the butt sex for a while.’
“But I like butt sex,” I protested.
“Yeah, we noticed,” he said. “Shower. Drugs. Sleep. See you in a few hours, cub.”
Before I could whine about it anymore, he leaned over and tongue-kissed me like he was attempting to diagnose tonsilitis by feel alone. A large hand wrapped around my overworked cock, squeezing and milking it until I whimpered into the mouth covering mine.
Then he was gone, leaving me lying on my oversized bed with the ceiling spinning lazy circles overhead.
“Fuck,” I said hoarsely, and promptly fell asleep for ten hours straight.
After a belated shower and some belated pain relievers, I shrugged into a bathrobe and stumbled down to the kitchen, where I made whatever you called a meal that felt like breakfast but was happening at four-thirty p.m.
Fed, bathed, and rested, I grabbed a couple of poppers and a fresh bottle of lube from my stash, stuffing everything into the robe’s oversized pockets.
Nat might have been blushing beet-red during the conversation we’d had over video a few days previously, but his suggestions for how to cope as a beta male in a heat nest with a pack of horny alphas had been spot-on so far.
Well... except for the ‘passing out from coming too much’ thing. He hadn’t mentioned that possibility.
The sound of Jez’s rhythmic, high-pitched cries greeted me as I approached the nest. The door was open, which was just as well since she didn’t sound like she was in any condition to open it and invite me in.
Working on the assumption that I had a standing invitation as long as her heat lasted, I sidled inside and found her on hands and knees, getting plowed into the cushions by Heath while Knox held her by the hair and rubbed the tip of his dripping dick over her face and lips.
It was still... weird, watching a woman getting fucked right in front of me. And that was before you factored in the part where the woman in question was Jez, and one of the guys doing to fucking was my boyfriend as well as hers.
But it was also affecting, in a way that heterosexual porn hadn’t been when I was a kid and still figuring myself out.
“You doin’ okay, cub?” Gage asked. “Did you have a good sleep?”
He was sprawled in his customary spot at one end of the couch, lazily stroking his big cock with one hand as he watched the show. My dick immediately started to swell and throb as I thought of all the other things he could be doing with that impressive erection.
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said past a dry throat. “I could help you out with that, you know.”
From the other side of the room, Heath let out a feral roar; joined a moment later by Jez’s ear-piercing shriek of release. Knox started to purr, still teasing her lips with his tip, even as her eyelids grew heavy.
Gage let go of himself, his heavy cock settling on his stomach. “Nah, I’m good for now. C’mere.”
He patted the sofa and urged me to lie down on my side. I let him position me the way he wanted, and lay pliant as he untied the loose knot holding my robe closed. Once he’d flicked it open, exposing me, he settled onto the floor with a grunt of effort.
I wondered if Gage had carried me to my room this morning.
It was easy to forget that a team of surgeons had pieced his body back together like a jigsaw puzzle only a few weeks ago.
He wasn’t using his cane much anymore, but he still walked with a limp, and he still had to be careful getting up and down from the floor.
All worries about Gage’s health vanished from my head when he shuffled around to face my hips and took me in hand again. Following his commanding tug, I wriggled forward until my dick jutted in his face. Warm heat engulfed my length as he wrapped his lips around me and sucked.
My toes curled. An undignified noise of desperation choked its way free of my throat. Heat pooled in my gut, pulsing in time with the gentle suction on my cock. Gage worked me steadily until my muscles began to shake with warning... and then he stopped.
I groaned in disappointment, but managed to swallow the pathetic complaints that tried to escape. I knew Gage, and we were way too early on the game for me to show that kind of weakness. Doing my best to pretend that I wasn’t hanging by a thread, I casually pillowed my head on one bent arm.
“So, has Knox bitten Jez yet?” I asked, striving to keep my tone conversational.
“Not yet,” Gage said, giving my cock the lightest stroke with a circled thumb and forefinger.
Gooseflesh erupted down my back.
“Really?” I managed. “I figured he wouldn’t be able to keep his teeth away from her neck.”
Gage shrugged and swiped a thumb over the head of my cock, smearing pre-come around. “They fucked earlier today, while you were sleeping. Dunno what he’s waiting for, but whatever it is, it probably makes perfect sense inside his head.”
As though we’d summoned him by talking about him, Knox appeared and crawled onto the sofa behind me. A moment later, I was wrapped up in strong arms and legs, barely able to move an inch.
“She hasn’t begged for it yet,” he mumbled against the nape of my neck, drawing a shiver from me.
I’d learned yesterday that Knox was what you might call an aggressive snuggler. His hard cock rested between my ass cheeks, our skin separated only by the fabric of my bathrobe. It was no surprise when he began to go limp a few moments later, though—and I didn’t take it personally.
Even when he was more than halfway consumed by a rut, it didn’t magically make him less asexual.
His connection with Jez was something different—and maybe it wasn’t one-hundred-percent caused by their scent match, but the scent match was definitely a contributing factor now that they actually liked each other.
Jez got the benefit of Knox’s newly discovered sexual side, but I got his demi-romantic side. Which included, at the moment, cuddling that was less like spooning and more like organic bondage. Or like being the loser in an Olympic wrestling match.
That was fine. Better than fine, really—since Heath was more than capable of destroying my ass without any help from the others.
It was even more awesome when Gage took advantage of my restraint to start edging me again. Beads of sweat popped into existence on my forehead as the pleasure he was administering crested and ebbed, higher each time.
Any attempt to wriggle or buck my hips only resulted in Knox wrapping me up tighter and growling a playful warning in my ear. I knew for a fact that the man only had two arms and two legs, but the overall effect felt like being sensually restrained by an overly friendly octopus.
I’d just decided that maybe the hentai freaks were onto something when Knox’s teeth closed over my left trapezius muscle. He bit down lightly, sending lightning bolts up and down my spine. I yelped and came hard, spurting come all over Gage’s face since he’d just pulled away from sucking me.
The alpha laughed and wiped spunk off his cheek. “Damnit, Knox, why’d you have to go and do that? I coulda kept him riding the edge for another hour, at least.”
Knox let out another low growl, the sound vibrating against the skin he still held between his teeth. After a moment, the sound modulated to a contented purr, and the iron grip of his arms and legs loosened into something tender.
I was still seeing stars after blowing my load so hard that I was pretty sure it had taken a few brain cells with it.
But there was no mistaking the stickiness on Gage’s fingers as he brushed them against my lips.
Floating on a cloud of endorphins, I opened for him and dutifully licked away my own mess.
The salty-bitter taste clung to my tastebuds.
Gage leaned forward and kissed my forehead.
“You look gorgeous like that, cub,” he said. “I’m going to go wash up, and then cuddle Jez for a bit, okay?”
“Kay,” I said dreamily, Knox’s purr combining with post-orgasmic sleepiness to close my heavy eyelids. Safe in the pack leader’s embrace, I let the warmth of the nest draw me down into darkness.
When I woke up, the scent of whiskey and oak proclaimed that Heath had replaced Knox on the couch behind me.
His chapped lips teased the side of my neck, and then he licked over the bruise Knox had left.
From across the room, soft cries and garbled words rose and fell in my ears.
I opened my eyes to find Gage using the front of the couch as a backrest.
“Oh, god!” Jez sobbed, clawing at the cushions beneath her as Knox rode her hard from behind. “I need... I need... oh, god! P-please... please bite me! Please!”
Gage craned around as I stirred, meeting my eyes in the nest’s warm light. “Good, you’re awake. Sounds like we’ve reached the begging part of the program. I’m guessing a mating bite isn’t going to be far behind.”
As though to second the sentiment, Heath nipped the same spot Knox had bitten earlier. His big cock rubbed insistently against my ass. I moaned, my dick twitching to life, even as Knox leaned forward, covering Jez’s body with his much larger one.