Chapter 41
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
My goddess will surely strike me from the sky for this.
The next time I take flight, I fully expect a bolt of heavenly rage to kill me dead.
But I’m not sure I care.
Sofi’s opal eyes beam up at me. Full of entreaty and surrender as sweet as her scent. Fresh slick pours from her pussy, pooling under her deliciously soft backside. Soaking into Zolkan’s sheets.
If I didn’t hate him, I might feel bad for the poor bastard. I don’t know how he’ll ever sleep here again, after this.
The thought makes me feel guilty and gleeful at once. Much like the notion of fucking the omega meant for him.
Our Alpha is right. A dark part of me will relish taking this from him. Punishing him for being the reason I lost my best friend, and this planet lost its last shreds of hope.
There’s another, deeper reason I couldn’t deny him, though. One that expands in my middle as Sofi whimpers and squirms.
Warmth spreads through my veins, thickening my cocks and my throat simultaneously. Suddenly, I wish we were alone—I wish this meant something to her, aside from slaking her body’s needs.
My wings twitch while I fight the urge to shield her. It’s only natural—Roktusians with wings often wrap their partners in them while they mate. It is considered a high compliment, showing anyone around that their lover is too good to share.
I don’t exactly have that option, here. Besides, if the way Sofi eyes Zolkan is any indication, she wants him to see.
And, gods—this treasure deserves to be seen.
I roll onto my back, flattening my wings beneath me to stem my selfish impulses. It takes barely any effort to sweep Sofi up from her place on the sleeping pad, leaving the remnants of her dress strewn in Zolkan’s sheets.
She gasps, balancing her naked body over mine, planting her palms over my hearts. Blunt nails scratch my scales. Our Zortaire groans. A quiver of delight shoots down my spine and electrifies both of my weeping pricks.
Gods, I want her to come.
I want Zolkan to suffer.
It isn’t often that two such disparate goals can be met at once.
I reach my hand out, opening four clawed fingers. “Here, Zortaire.”
My tone is mocking, and I know he hears it. A growl lines his exhale, but he sits forward. His longer, larger cocks stretch over the edge of the bed.
Remembering how my mettle roused her, I take hold of his pleasure prick and squeeze harder than necessary. Zolkan hisses in surprise and pain—but I don’t stop. It feels somehow… normal. Like it just makes sense to do this for our omega.
He must agree, because his knots twitch fuller as I pump him. When a thick bead of clear wetness pools at the head, I scoop the gleaming fluid onto my fingertips.
The king’s violet eyes expand when he realizes my goal. Sloughing out a rough curse, he strokes his breeding cock harder. Replacing my hand with his tail.
Sofi watches him tug on his throbbing length, moaning. Zolkan’s other hand finds our omega’s dark, shining hair. He pets her head as he purrs a deep growl of approval. “Open your mouth, stryllas.”
Fallen star.
Fuck. He’s right. Didn’t I think the same damn thing the day we Selected her?
I hate agreeing with him, even on this. But as Sofi sucks his pre-cum off my claws, her pussy visibly squelches on air, begging to be filled. Stretching internally to accept me.
So perhaps I can forgive him, just this once.
Without delay, I wrap my hands around our omega’s waist and lift her onto my pleasure rod. The thicker prick glides through her slick heat, parting the tight muscles of her entrance. Shoving past them.
Good. Holy. Goddess.
Even with our musk aiding her body, snug softness strangles my top cock, bathing it in her molten desire. Massaging every throbbing vein from the wide head to the base.
She’s so much smaller and tighter than I imagined. My breath rips from my lungs on a choked growl. The omega keens, her cry igniting a frenzy in my blood.
I’m going to fit inside her.
I’m going to make myself fit inside her.
Snarling again, I bounce her up and tug her down. Smooth but insistent. Harder. And faster.
More.
Zolkan groans under his breath, gathering her mane around his wrist while his tail and his second hand stroke his cocks in different directions.
Sofi arches her back, putting her bouncing breasts in my face.
Her core contracts over my length, while my breeding cock rubs between the jiggling globes of her ass.
I won’t fuck her with it, but I’m to the point of doing everything up to that. Palming her, I spread the wide, deliciously dimpled cheeks so I can rub my expanding knots between them.
Her slick-soaked rear hole seems tighter. I imagine slipping into it and a moan scrapes my throat. My musk thickens. Her perfume answers, creating a unique haze all their own.
Zolkan suddenly roars, bolting out of his chair. His eyes are half-crazed, the black centers swallowing all traces of purple.
For a second, I think he might lunge. A small piece of my mind has been preparing for that—I know exactly how I’ll roll, how I’ll protect our omega with my wings—but he only bends to press his forehead against hers. Murmuring something too low for me to hear.
He pulls her hair harder, forcing her back to arch until she loses her balance. Her hands leave my chest, the branded skin under them burning at the loss. I don’t care, though, because the Zortaire guides her grip to my horns.
Stelaris above.
“Gods,” I bite out. “She feels so. Fucking. Good, Zolkan.”
More of his scent filters into the air. My cock strains inside Sofi’s tight heat just as her pussy starts to convulse.
I struggle to focus my vision, opening my eyes to find her stretched over me.
Glancing down to see how her belly bulges slightly every time I shove into her depths.
Picturing how it would look if I flooded her with my seed.
Seven hells.
I rut Sofi harder. Her expression turns rapturous… and Zolkan is there, gently teasing her lips with his for some reason.
As their gazes lock, our omega’s pleasure spikes. Her body bears down, squeezing me in rhythmic pulses. She moans her release, slick sliding from her core in a molten flood.
Dizzy delight sweeps under my skin. Starlight bursts behind my eyes in a shower of sparks. I empty myself deep inside her cunt, filling her belly. My knots pulse in pained pleasure as my breeding cock spurts over her backside.
The room blurs and reappears. Dazed, I blink from my position on my back, catching the exact moment both of Zolkan’s cocks burst, spraying out on the side of his sleeping pad. Missing Sofi and me by a few scant finger-lengths.
I should at least be grimacing. But I can barely breathe.
Because as I gaze up at them—with Zolkan’s mouth pressed so sweetly to Sofi’s, one of her hands now clasped around his great, arching horn, stroking it gently—
It happens.
Their faces part for a brief moment. Our Prime Alpha opens his dark eyes.
And, there, inside his irises, an unmistakable ring of light glows to life.