Chapter 75
CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE
I am never making a plan with these hard-horned assholes ever again.
If only because it’s clearly a waste of time.
Our omega obviously knows exactly what we need and when.
Sofi’s pupils have blown by the time she scrambles from Zolkan’s lap, tackling me onto the dais.
I can’t help the chuckle that tumbles out of me as I catch her, forgetting where we are and why, until another bolt of shock ripples through our audience.
Hells. Has it been that long since anyone saw me laugh?
Rask kneels behind Sofi, planting himself between my spread legs. His scaled hands run up her sides and she trembles, perfuming perfectly.
“Little one,” he groans, nestling his face against her crown.
Sofi turns her face into his, kissing him until slick gushes from her pussy, sliding down both of my erections. I see her cunt flutter, clamping on air. She whines, the omega plea loud enough to silence our onlookers.
I prop myself on one arm, reaching out to cup her neck and draw her forehead to mine. Sofi bends over my body, secured by Rask’s bulging arm at her waist. Her fists find my horns, stroking until bursts of pre-cum leak from my cocks.
I lick into her mouth one final time, pulling back to pant, “How do you want to claim us, my heart? What do you want them to see?”
I’m not surprised when my brave, bossy human has an immediate answer. “Your knots,” she cries, shifting restlessly on her knees. “All of them at the same time. I want you to—”
She stumbles over the request, but I wait, holding her darkened gaze as Rask purrs against her spine, tracing his lips along her shoulder. Trying to be patient, for once.
It pays off.
“I want you to breed me,” she finally gasps. Loud enough for the whole world to hear.
The words hit me in slow motion, the surreal glow of a dream. Every damn thing I’ve ever needed to hear and never knew I could want. My body responds before I can; loosing a deep growl as my knots pump fuller. Aching to fill her with my seed. Lock it deep inside her greedy cunt.
Rask, on the other hand, has no issue replying. His purr melds into a low snarl of approval. “Of course you do, treasure. Why wouldn’t you want to be stretched on all our knots, taking all our cum like a good omega? Our perfect mate.”
His words snap me out of my awed stupor. I snap my gaze to his, ignoring the taunting gleam in his silvery irises.
His smirk kicks higher, along with his scent. “Here, little one,” he rumbles, keeping his hands clamped over her hips as he lies back. “Cylus and I will take turns, hmm? Whoever lasts longer gets to knot all this seed into your pussy.”
Fucking hells.
Even Zolkan growls at that notion. Without hesitation, our king drops straight from his throne to his knees, kicking the chair backward. Paying it no mind as he licks Sofi’s whimpers straight from her lips.
His tail slides over my lap, winding around the base of my knot. He tugs me forward. Forcing me to lie down with a hiss. Aligning my breeding cock with her slippery center.
I buck upward, filling her in one swift pulse. Burying the knot at the center of my shaft into her snug heat, bottoming out as her slick pussy lips brush the larger swell at my base.
Sofi breaks their kiss to moan my name. A jolt of pure pride streaks up my spine. I snap my hips again, fucking her while Rask gets into a similar position—a mirror reflection of mine.
I see why a moment later when he roars, lifting her off my next thrust and dropping her straight onto his own knotted shaft.
I snarl, instincts raging, but Sofi fists my dicks, one in each hand. She works them while Zolkan glides his tail over her chest, flicking both nipples.
Taunting me, the arrogant light in his eyes reveals.
Fucking bastard.
Too bad he only has one tail.
I wind both of mine around his rapidly recovering erections. Paying extra attention to his sore knots.
Sofi’s head lolls as Rask fucks her harder. Her gaze lands on Zolkan’s groin, then mine. Her opal irises flash, full of hunger and desperation to match her breathy whine.
One particularly skillful roll of her hips has Rask panting. Because of his recovery, he’s knotted her less than either of us have. He probably won’t last as long.
I take advantage of Rask’s slack jaw and heaving chest, snatching our mate while he’s thoroughly distracted. Thrusting her back onto my lower cock before he can snap at me.
Holy fucking—
Stretched wider, she engulfs my entire girth in one thrust. Bathing me in liquid velvet. Sucking me into her clamping core.
Sofi shrieks, removing her hand and reaching behind her to find Rask. Holding onto his dripping dick while she arches her spine and rides me harder.
Rask doesn’t last as long as I did before he plucks her away, impaling her once more. This time, I let her use my cocks to rub her clit. Zolkan’s tail weaves around them, stroking as he keeps their leaking heads right where she needs them.
I recognize her oncoming climax before she does, reaching up to offer my forearm for balance just before her rhythm stutters. She cries Rask’s name, bearing down while her body clutches his length.
It’s too much for our General. He bellows, milking his top cock with his fist until it shoots clear streams across his pecs. Jetting cum into her depths. Filling her until his seed runs down her thighs, painting a layer over Zolkan’s.
The combination of the three of them makes me wild. Before our omega has come down from her high, I lift her off Rask and slip her onto me. Sheathing my cock as it strains, ready to burst.
I let her ride the pumps of my hips, Zolkan’s tail slipping around her clit. Rask sits up, gathering his cum from her core and pushing his glistening thumb past her parted lips. Keeping it there for her to suck as he bands his fingers around her neck.
Sofi licks the taste of us off his claw. Her body immediately spasms, sailing over one final peak. Inner muscles massage my knots, tugging me deeper. Finally popping the bottom one past the tight ring of her entrance. Unleashing the flood.
“Sofi,” I snarl.
My vision blurs white, brilliant and blinding. Bliss snaps the tension tethered to my core as sizzling cum shoots from both of my shafts. Unloading inside her and all over her belly.
Dear holy Stelaris.
Sensing how fucking full she is… Knowing her insides are swimming in seed from all three of us… Feeling my knot expand, the width of it swelling to hold our release right where we want it…Where she needs it…
Pleasure swarms me, enveloping my lungs in crackling waves. A rough purr tears up my throat, melding with Zolkan and Rask’s.
The General recovers first. He clutches our melting omega to his chest, flaring his wings to form a protective curtain. Shielding our pack from the crowd and their scrutiny.
Only—
There is none.
Only the absolutely overwhelming scent of alpha arousal. And cheers.
I jerk upright, blinking in shock. Rask, Zolkan, and I look at one another, not quite believing what we’re hearing.
A chant. Thousands of voices, ringing over Rholoko.
Shouting Sofi’s new title.
“Zor-tan-a, Zor-tan-a, Zor-tan-a.”
Behind the safety of Rask’s wing, Sofi’s perfume climbs to a fever pitch. I feel her temperature spike, the sheer heat of it melting her pussy around my knot.
I pop free without willing it. Reminding me of one piece of omega information I explained to Sofi—how omega pheromones help alphas release sooner during their heats. Giving them a chance to take more knots.
I didn’t understand it at the time. More knots? When the omega already had one? Why was it better for their bodies to urge their alphas to unlock and make them perform all over again?
Now, I get it.
Because omegas were never meant to only have one alpha.
And—thank the gods—I think the rest of Khanos understands, too.
They keep cheering her name, calling out blessings. In some corners of the square, alpha couples have even begun rubbing horns.
Protective possession rolls through me. Violent enough to rip a growl from my chest. “Her heat. I think this might have—”
Rask snarls, eyes flashing dangerously. Zolkan’s Alpha energy climbs to a level I’ve never perceived before, turning his ruff into an absolute. “We have to go. Now.”