Chapter 70
CHAPTER SEVENTY
It comes as a surprise to no one that Rask is the worst patient ever.
He’s restless. Growly. Grumpy. And—haha—horny.
By human standards, he’s healing remarkably fast. After three days, most of his bandages are off, his dislocated limbs are fully functional, and his bruises have faded. Cylus still insists he spend another few days in bed, which Rask claims is a conspiracy to “continue torturing” him.
He isn’t talking about medical treatments, though. He takes those like a champ. Watching my other alphas take turns with me every night, however…
Rask growls, the dark timbre bone-rattling. Zolkan responds by fucking me harder, snapping his hips against my ass with the sort of urgency that makes my pussy flutter. Slick dribbles from the place where we’re connected, fresh perfume winding into the air.
In front of me, Cylus groans, his fangs scraping my lower lip while his tails move down my sides in a slow sweep. Torturing me and Rask, I think.
Cylus confirms my suspicions, gliding the tuft of one tail over the curls on top of my mound. Deliberate teasing me. When Rask snarls a protest, my blue alpha nearly smirks against my mouth.
This has become a game between him and Zolkan. They compete over who can make me crazier… and who can goad Rask more while they’re at it.
So far, Zolkan seems to be in the lead. I suspect he wants to get back at Rask for the night he had me and rubbed it in our Alpha’s face.
Though, really, I’d argue that I’m the real winner here.
Zolkan cinches the arm around my waist, lifting me straighter as he screws his top cock into my pussy. The ridges rub slower but harder, torturing the sensitive ring of muscle begging to be stretched over his knot.
The middle one, or the bottom one. At this point? I’d settle for either. Both. All.
With Zolkan holding me up, I can finally move the hands I’ve fisted around Cylus’s shafts. He chokes on an exhale, his head and curled horns falling back while I tug on his twin lengths. Teasing the textured underside of his pleasure cock and his middle knot at the same time.
“Sofi,” he begs, sliding his tail over my clit. “Please, my heart.”
I’ve discovered that, of all my alphas, the oh-so-serious doctor tolerates edging the worst. He’s also the most cuddly—which is saying something, since Zolkan must be touching me at all times in the night, and Rask is basically a giant, suction-cupped starfish… with wings.
I start to bend, mouthwatering for his salty musk. But Zolkan snaps me upright, growling into my ear. “Not until you come again.”
That makes Cylus and me both moan. Rask gives another frustrated snarl. In my periphery, I clock him fisting both of his cocks, wings flaring as he strains from his position against the headboard.
My next cry proves too much for him. Rask starts to lunge, but Cylus’s tails whip out, pinning the General’s legs down. I whine as much from that image as I do the loss of his attention on my throbbing nub.
The sound draws a growl out of our Alpha. He winds his own tail over my hip, replacing Cylus’s just before he rips his top cock out of my squelching heat.
I nearly sob. “Please, Alpha,” I beg. “I—I—”
I don’t know what I need until he impales me again, this time on the knotted length, vibrating with his low purr. He doesn’t ease me onto it this time. Instead, it shoves halfway in, tormenting me with the swell of his middle knot… just as his top dick presses into my ass.
He fists that one, using his clawed fingers to keep it from going too far too fast. The ridges rub so perfectly, I gush more slick, taking him faster than I thought I could.
When I’m half-skewered on his shafts, sufficiently stretched and pleading, our king bellows a curse and lets go, tunneling all the way into both clenching holes.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
My grip on Cylus turns vicious. Desperate. He sloughs out another groan, canting his hip upward for me. Still holding my third mate in place while he jacks himself with a huge, pink cock in each fist.
Cylus bursts first, calling my name and covering my front in a mixture of clear and pearly cum. It splatters across my breasts in a hot, creamy stream. Dripping off my hard nipples as I mewl and whimper.
Rask catches my dazed gaze, pinning me with the flaming quicksilver need in his. “Lick it off your hands, omega.”
Just like the first night we spent together. I whine for him again, bringing Cylus’s release to my lips just as Zolkan fully seats himself all the way to his bottom knot.
The warm swell expands, stretching my slick, tingling core around him. The salty taste of Cylus coats my tongue. My eyes roll back as the taut tension in my core snaps, shattering into a million glittering shards.
Zolkan feels me coming around him and roars, dropping his face to my throat while he jets cum into my back and my front.
Filling me until there isn’t a sliver of space left.
His hot flood begins to slip down my thighs—and he’s still coming.
His larger knot expands to seal as much of it in me as possible.
“Sofi,” he pants. “Gods. I love you.”
I want to tell him that I love him, too, but I’m beyond words. My body says it for me, clenching around him. Begging him not to pull out. His free hand finds my face, angling it for a slow kiss. When I touch my tongue to his, Rask moans, the sound plainly pained.
Zolkan breaks our lip-lock and tosses his best friend a haughty, regal look. “Beg me.”
Rask flashes his teeth in a menacing gnash. “What?”
Zolkan continues petting my hair, nuzzling my cheek and nipping at my ear before he issues his command again. Lazily, with an undercurrent of amused arrogance.
“I said, beg me.”
His indolent authority makes me wild all over again. My clit buzzes as my inner muscles flutter, massaging our Alpha’s magnificent girth.
Rask senses the spike in my perfume. He squirms against Cylus’s tails, gripping himself harder with his scaled hands. Meeting my eyes again.
Whatever he sees softens his severe features. He swings his gaze to our Zortaire’s. “Please,” he rasps, then pauses, visibly swallowing his pride. “Please let me have our omega, Alpha.”
Zolkan nods, then turns to Cylus. My furry blue alpha frowns, but his eyes are tender when he gazes at me. “Use your mouth only, omega. No riding him just yet.”
When I bob my head enthusiastically, they all smile. It doesn’t last long, though, since I launch myself at Rask the second Cylus moves to the side of the mattress, releasing one of his tails and keeping the other in place.
I dive for Rask’s cocks, wrapping my fingers around the top one first. His hand shakes as it finds the crown of my head, softly weaving into my hair.
“Wait,” he sloughs out, the word trembling. His free fingers fist his breeding cock, squeezing the swollen bottom knot. Offering it to me.
Our gazes clash, his flaring white. I remember what he told me that night in his favorite cave. How he’d never let anyone else touch him there because, in his mind, it only belonged to his mate.
My stomach flips. He catches a stray tear from my eye, smiling softly. Repeating, “Please?”
A whine rips up my throat, my Omega and I both desperate for him. I can’t even think about teasing him—not with that earnest light in his eyes.
I take his knotted cock, sliding my lips over the middle swell… and lower, until the thickness hits the back of my tongue and nearly blocks my throat. An inhuman sound tears out of Rask, his wings and legs kicking.
“Sofi,” he pleads. “Good, holy goddess. Sofi.”
The way he moans my name has me right back on the edge. My pussy clamps around Zolkan’s thick cock, my clit pounding in the same rhythm I set for my warrior. I squeeze my fingers around his bottom knot as my mouth pops on and off the middle one. His clawed fingers stroke his top cock faster.
Milky pre-cum leaves a trail over my tongue. I keen, and Cylus hums, slipping his second tail between the bed and my front. He curls it at just the right angle, urging me to grind against it while I suck Rask and work my hips against Zolkan’s.
Rask’s eyes land on my ass as it bobs, still filled with his packmate’s dick. Oozing cum. His gaze widens, lips falling open in awe.
A thicker burst fills my mouth, and I cry out again, needing his scent all over me, too. Cylus catches on first. He slides the tail wrapped around Rask’s thigh to his top cock, wrapping it tightly.
Rask’s head falls back. “Holy fucking—”
I knead his knot, pumping it harder, sucking the head with all the desperation coursing through me. His spiced musk suddenly explodes into my mouth. The taste ignites every neuron in my brain, sending my body into tumbling bliss.
I come again, slicking Cylus’s tail at the same moment Rask’s top cock shoots thick, clear warmth over my shoulder. Covering my back the way Cylus bathed my front and Zolkan painted my thighs.
We collapse into a panting heap. Rask slides down the mattress, his wings and limbs as slack as his face.
Zolkan’s cocks both twitch inside me as he finds his second release, reaching out to catch himself with one hand while his weight sinks onto mine. Cylus cups my face, rubbing the swollen curves of my lips and purring his approval.
A few adjustments later, I’m cocooned in the crook of Rask’s good arm, nuzzling foreheads with him. Zolkan relaxes at my back. His top cock has gone down, but he’s still knotted in my pussy. No one seems concerned about that, and I certainly don’t mind.
Cylus scans Rask, making sure his vitals are stable. I meet his light eyes and offer him a soft smile of gratitude. His scent immediately deepens. My perfume follows suit, and soon, I’m awash in alpha musk.
The combined scent of all three billows into my lungs. Warming me from my core to my fingertips. Filling me with soul-deep certainty. Bringing a hard-fought request to my lips.
“Tell me what I have to do,” I whisper. “To bond us.”