Chapter 44
CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
The blue alpha on his knees is someone important.
I know that, just as I know I still have a nose and a heart and a brain, somewhere. Said brain isn’t working right now—I can’t remember the alpha’s name. But I know he’s someone special to me.
My friend, maybe.
Which makes the needy squeeze inside my pussy even more embarrassing. My stomach roils as the muscles pull taut, aching for the slide of one of his thick cocks. So desperate, I’d take either. Even if it’s the shaft with two swollen knots.
The breeding cock, the purple alien with no wings called it.
I sway slightly at the memory, my clit throbbing with a vicious beat. The male on his knees in front of me growls. A low rumble that pebbles my nipples to the point of pain.
The alpha gazes at them for a long moment, then snaps his ocean eyes shut. His head falls forward, showing me his horns.
“Tell me to stop,” he begs, nearly panting. “Scream for help. Tell me to go to Morfu, or go fuck myself, or… Just tell me no, omega, or I—I—”
He’s going to snap.
And I want him to.
The scarred, purple male’s face flashes into my mind, his earlier words swirling through my soul. If you need more than one male to satisfy you, I will get you more. As many as you need. Or want.
I want this one, my blurry brain decides. Agreeing with the clear, strong voice at my center. We need him.
It feels that way. Like my body will tear itself in two if he doesn’t touch me. Taste me. Fill me.
I wrap my shaking hand around his wavy horn, admiring how smooth it feels. The alpha groans, deep and hoarse. His hands fumble for the front of his pants, shoving them down.
From my position above him, I barely see two thick blue cocks bob up. Both are so hard, they’re nearly parallel to the tight, furry muscles laced over his abdomen. His tails wind around his thighs, each wrapping around one of the straining shafts.
My lips fall open as they tug his cocks in rough strokes. A quick breath darts down my throat when he nuzzles his horn into my hand, silently asking me to keep touching him.
I whine, reaching to hold both at once, rubbing my sweat-misted palms over the pearlescent indigo curves. The male moans, deeper and closer to a growl. His crazed blue-gray gaze snaps to my exposed pussy.
And he lunges.
I cry out, spreading my thighs to make room as he goes straight for my center. A thick, blue tongue parts my folds in a long, savoring lick.
My pussy muffles his pained cry as his shoulders tighten. Salty, fresh musk invades the air as he empties his lower cock, spraying the floor in a powerful wash of white.
I cry out, whining, “Alpha, more!”
He doesn’t skip a beat. His hands grasp my hips, angling me to shove his tongue into my quivering hole. It slides deep, the textured slickness rubbing an ache halfway inside me that I’ve never felt before.
My clit pulses, spurred on by the way his nose bumps the very bottom of it while he delves farther.
It makes me lose what little is left of my mind.
Releasing his horns, I drop onto my elbows and wrap my thighs around his head.
He growls into my slippery core, the vibration nearly sending me over the edge—
Until I feel his tail.
His TAIL, guys.
I’m not sure what I expected, but it’s… soft. Strong and flexible. With a mind of its own.
The velvety coil gathers wetness from my thighs, stroking up to my backside. I remember, too late, that there is usually a tuft of hair on the end. It’s totally flat, now, though. So perhaps these males can control the way it stands.
There’s no time to wonder. Because it finds my other entrance just as the alpha finally finds the pounding nub at the top of my slit.
He laps at it insistently, his other tail replacing his tongue inside me while the second one—
Oh.
Oh!
My body pulses, crammed full. The appendage coiled in my pussy stretches, rhythmically stroking my inner walls. Rubbing against the solid weight of the other one as it works its way into my ass with more patience.
Blaring need flashes through me. Lights, sirens, colors. All melting into a hazy blur. I feel myself start to tip over the edge, writhing to grind my soaked center against his mouth.
Fangs scratch at my mound. Four-fingered hands dimple the flesh at my hips. His tails tunnel deeper. Rubbing faster. My hands find his horns again, just in time to hold on as I come all over his wide, indigo tongue. Squirting around his tail.
Oh. My. God.
I’m… not horrified. I know I should be, but somehow…
He’s perfect, the voice at my middle decides, reminding me of his name. Cylus. Our alpha.
Which is obviously impossible. I’m not sure this grumpy male has ever belonged to anyone. Or wanted to.
Yet, as he carefully withdraws from my core, he doesn’t retreat. Not truly.
His forehead drops to my belly, nuzzling with his horns still locked in my grasp.
A kiss.
The air in my lungs heats. Some foreign rumble rattles them, changing the way I breathe… until I’m purring.
Cylus doesn’t notice my startled expression. He’s too busy spraying out again, groaning as his top cock adds to the layer of cum covering the floor. Hiding his face against my skin, but pressing himself closer all the same.