Chapter 31 #2
Work her up so much that she couldn’t think straight except for the need to beg for my cock.
Fuck her.
Fill her.
And pass her off to the next for the same treatment.
To spend the hours—maybe until the sun rose somewhere above us where we couldn’t see—making sure my pretty omega fucktoy knew exactly what she was missing when she traipsed back to that mid-tier infill rental instead of moving in with her pack full time.
Not that she spent much time there lately anyway.
I continued to circle, twisting and pulling. Plucking and flicking as I moved from side to side.
Eva's soft breaths sounded more and more like muted moans, her thighs pressing together as her perfume hung in the air. I used my free hand to squeeze my cock, the tension in my body building to impossible highs.
On the screen, a pair of young adults in a cabin were making out heavily, the early 80's version of raunchy adult-rated foreplay playing out before my pretty little omega slut’s eyes.
Indigo squeezed her ass, forcing a shuddered breath from between Eva’s lips that was loud enough it had my stomach coiling with excitement at the idea of being caught.
Luckily, Marcus and Joon were preoccupied with each other. The omega sat at the alpha’s feet, enjoying the casual brush of Marcus’ hand through his hair.
Usually, I found their never-ending game of cat and mouse to be grating.
It made no sense. Joon lived with us, wanted a baby with us. He was ours in every other version of the word. But… I’d heard him that night in the car. And if he needed more time before he could enthusiastically walk into a bond with me, I wouldn’t rush him.
There was no point in collaring a feral dog. It’d just lash out. Bite.
And that wasn’t what I wanted with Joon.
Not even fucking close.
With the other two preoccupied, I got bolder. I pulled the elastic band of my sleep pants down, freeing my stiff length with a heavy bob against Eva’s cheek, smearing a bead of glossy precum against the corner of her mouth.
"Fuck," the omega whimpered, tongue snaking to lap away the droplet eagerly before lapping at my head to clean away what remained.
I suppressed a deep noise of approval, giving up the slow torture of her tits to gather the silken strands of her candyfloss hair, hand settling at the base of her skull to steer her to my cock.
She froze, only temporarily, before her lips parted to take me into the warm wet of her mouth.
“Watch,” I ordered, even as I flexed my hips upward, choking her unceremoniously as I forced myself into her mouth until my knot was pressing against her lips.
To her credit, she kept her eyes on the screen even as her eyes filled with silvery tears, thighs clenching in a fruitless bid for relief.
I guided her to take me in bobs of her head, met with hollowed cheeks, until she figured out the rhythm herself, continuing the motion on her own and freeing my hand to return to toying with her nipples, rougher now that she was so obviously aroused.
Eva moaned around my cock, the sound muted by the fullness of her mouth. At first, I thought that it was from the stimulation to her nipples alone… until I felt her shift, my gaze finding Indigo's fingers teasing slow circles along her clit.
I raised an eyebrow, and the other alpha shrugged.
Patience was not Indigo’s strongest suit, but I liked the idea of them pleasuring her while I abused her throat, so I didn’t bother with complaining.
The alpha drew their hand away to show their slick soaked digits, glistening in the low light produced by the screen, before burying themselves inside of her to the knuckle, giving Eva renewed purpose to swallow my cock as she fought to keep quiet.
I adjusted, sitting up straighter to give her a better angle, hips flexing into her throat as I palmed her tits.
It was moments like this that I longed for a bond.
The scent of Eva’s arousal was exciting, scratching like acrylics down the base of my skull. But the all-encompassing feel of it, of what it was like to be trapped between Indigo and me… now that would be something to experience.
I let my eyes drift back to the bloodbath on the screen, my free hand finding Eva's head to keep her steady as I fucked her mouth, measuring my movements by if they made too much noise.
As I got closer, the excitement mounted.
Could I come without Marcus noticing?
How about Joon?
Of course, it didn't matter if we were caught, but it was fun to pretend, using Eva's body like a stroker in the dark of the room while the rest of our pack sat inches away.
Her fingers twined with mine over her breast, eyes shut in bliss as Indi continued to pleasure her through my rough treatment.
If she could speak tomorrow, I hadn’t gone hard enough.
Good luck using work as an excuse to leave this house when you couldn’t muster the voice for me to pass you the syrup tomorrow morning.
I was going to use her until there was nothing left. Until Eva was left in a puddle of cum and slick on the cushions, too weak to lift her head, much less consider walking out the front door.
She was mine. And my things didn’t need to be anywhere but the glass encasements that I’d so lovingly selected.
“Good girl,” I murmured, stroking her cheek with something so close to affection that it made my stomach flutter uncomfortably. “My sweet little omega whore.”