Chapter 74
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FOUR
I’ve never been a male who was good at following orders.
Or standing still.
Or waiting.
Having to do all three while my mate fucked our Zortaire in front of the whole world… was always a long shot.
I’m actually surprised I lasted as long as I did.
The only reason, I’m sure, was the look on Sofi’s face. Not during her ecstasy—though I wouldn’t have interrupted that for all the starcrafts in the Quadrant. No, it was the soft expression she wore before they started, when she guided Zolkan into his chair.
She knew what he needed.
I’d trust those instincts with any of our lives. After all, they saved mine. He’s had his turn, though.
Now I get to Present my mate.
Our mate, the voice in my middle corrects.
Loyal bastard.
It may make me want to grumble, but I can’t deny the current snapping through my blood. The one telling me what our omega needs before she does.
Our attention flies to Cylus at the same moment. She blinks back up at me, beseeching. I find myself grinning from my place on my knees. Fucking ecstatic just to be able to give her what she wants.
I dip my chin, giving her my blessing.
“Cylus!”
His name rings through the open air, the ruff in her voice undeniable. Our Chief Healer moves immediately, closing the space between us. Coming to stand at her side.
His hand brushes her loose hair from her crown. He’s a unique male, to be certain. Most other alphas would be cowed by the dominance wafting off Zolkan—and the aggressive need climbing my insides. But Cylus casts us both dry looks. “Shall we show them?”
I’m not sure what he means. If we should show them what a glorious body she has? How perfectly she comes for each of us? How she melts when we work her over together?
It doesn’t matter. My answer is the same.
Sofi’s gaze lands on mine. I hold our eye contact for a moment before slowly dragging my focus down her body, pointedly fixing it where Zolkan is still hard inside her.
Good gods, she’s the best kind of mess. Stretched to gaping, bright, pretty pink. Plump little lips and clit, all coated in a layer of shimmering slick and pearly cum.
The scent of them is dizzying. I inhale it, recognizing the distinct strains of Sofi and Zolkan. But together? Especially like this?
My cocks kick high enough to knock my kilt out of their way. I rip at the buckle impatiently, tearing the whole gods-damn garment off with a loud rending sound. It hits the dais with a distant thwack. I hear Cylus snort, enjoying my lack of grace.
Furry blue asshole.
Casting him a glare is a good distraction from the tension rising behind me. The crowd is confused… then, they are outraged. Assuming I’m insulting our Zortaire and his Zortana by encroaching on their position.
Little do they know; I haven’t even started yet.
My fists find my cocks, brazenly stroking each one in a different direction. The people gathered around us cry out in horrified shock. Which…
Sort of turns me on more.
Our mate senses my powerful musk. She gasps, eyes widening. I toss her a self-deprecating smirk, shrugging as much as I can with both hands full.
My gorgeous, one-of-a-kind treasure flashes a grin before she can help herself. She tries to school her expression quickly, but Zolkan catches it, hiding an exasperated chuckle of his own against her bare shoulder.
Morfu’s hairy dick. We’re going to have a gods-damned uprising on our hands. All because I can’t keep my hands off my cocks and my mate’s sweet pussy away from my face.
As Sofi would say: fuck.
We have to work faster.
But there’s something else I must do first.
Meeting Zolkan’s gaze over the creamy curve of our mate’s throat, I swallow hard. I wasn’t planning on this—at least, not in public.
Now? With the entire world’s attention branding my wings?
It feels strangely right to duck my head, showing our Zortaire my horns. Submitting.
Another ripple of disbelief rolls through the crowd. This time for an entirely different reason.
My disdain for our king has always been obvious. People remember the way I demanded his Shearing. How I insisted on witnessing the ordeal, gaining the comeuppance my sister deserved after losing her mate.
For me to show Zolkan my horns, on my knees…
The rest of our people pause, watching. Then, one by one, they begin to bow.
Hundreds. Then, thousands. All showing their horns to our leader.
And his mate.
Our mate.
When I dare to raise my head, I find Zolkan staring hard. His eyes full of emotions most people wouldn’t recognize—sadness and gratitude and crushing humility. The weight he carries between his scarred shoulders every day.
It dries my throat, putting a rasp around my request. “What do you think…” I gesture at Sofi. Finally realizing why calling him “Zortaire” has always chafed so badly. “… Alpha?”
This time, Zolkan half-smiles. “It is not up to me,” he replies, nuzzling Sofi’s smiling cheek. Murmuring too low for anyone else to hear. “You want your other alphas, stryllas? Should Rask lick your pretty pussy while we keep it stretched on my knot?”
Sofi whines, squirming and nodding. Her focus slips to the left, and a tender bolt of understanding strikes me.
She needs all of us.
The same way we each need her.
I make room for Cylus to join me on the stage floor, waving him into position. The entire city shrieks in obvious surprise as the Chief Healer steps into the intimate space between us.
Sofi reaches for him, and he doesn’t hesitate. He meets her seeking lips, kissing her with his tongue for everyone to see. Opening his eyes to reveal the way they glow.
The projections display our truth. Our pack. Chaos erupts around us. Cheers and gasps and growls. I think I even hear someone swoon.
Zolkan takes their momentary distraction as an opportunity, easily spinning Sofi around. Positioning her delectable pink cunt right at my eye level.
The way his knot stretches her is obscene in the best way. I absorb it, my cocks leaking as my jaw falls slack. Sofi’s slick dribbles from her core, and I lick my lips.
Brilliant light clouds my vision. The crowd around the dais can’t see my face, but the projection must reflect the telling flash. This time, utter silence reigns. An entire planet stunned into wordless awe.
Cylus moves his clawed hand from Sofi’s hair to her throat, unlocking their lips and offering me a nod of deference.
Remember when I said I wasn’t good at waiting?
I lunge, covering Sofi’s cleft with a starved groan. My lips and tongue slide over her slick flesh, lapping up her sweetness and Zolkan’s musk. Nearly making me come on the spot.
There’s no denying—they are perfection together. I don’t feel a drop of hesitation as I suck at her exposed clit, reveling in the scents of my pack.
Sofi’s perfume spikes and I growl, gripping my cocks harder when I look up to find her tearing at Cylus’s breeches. The healer makes eye contact with me, raising an indigo brow as I drown in mind-melting slick.
As if I’m going to say no to something that has her tasting like this?
Satisfied by my stupor, Cylus shucks his pants and gives Sofi the access she’s keening for. Zolkan frames her hips with his hands, steadying her as she pulls Cylus’s top cock into her mouth and roughly tugs on the lower one.
That must be what he likes because his jaw instantly falls open. His musk deepens, threads of salt weaving into the combined sweetness, spice, and smoke.
It’s too much for Zolkan. Our Prime Alpha suddenly bellows a growl, spraying out inside her one more time.
Sofi tenses, climaxing again. Zolkan purrs louder, holding her until she stops shaking.
His knot releases and he lifts Sofi off his cock, lowering her to my lap.
Ruffing a command at Cylus. Pointing to the place beside me.
“Both of you.”