26. Victor #3
Olive grabs the hem of the jersey. She pulls it over her head and tosses it onto the floor.
She strips her leggings and underwear off in one fast motion.
She climbs onto the mattress and settles on her knees in the middle of her nest. Her skin flushes a deep, feverish red.
Her slick coats her inner thighs, shining in the dim light of the bedside lamp.
We crawl onto the mattress. We surround her, turning the nest into a chaotic tangle of limbs and heat.
Malcolm pulls her back against his broad chest. He wraps his huge arms around her, kissing the side of her neck. He bites the sensitive skin near her pulse point, drawing a loud moan from her lips.
Lawrence kneels in front of her. He pulls her hips to the edge of the mattress.
He settles his face right between her spread thighs.
He dives his tongue into her dripping center, drinking her sweet slick with a starving groan.
He swirls his tongue over her swollen clit, setting a fast, demanding pace.
Olive thrashes against Malcolm's chest. Her hands grip his dark hair. "Lawrence, please."
Finn moves to her side. He captures her lips in a deep, bruising kiss. His tongue tangles with hers. He reaches down and cups her bare breasts, rolling her tight nipples between his thumbs.
I kneel on the mattress, waiting my turn. The sight of my packmates worshiping our Omega fuels a dark, intense fire in my gut. I want to feel her wrap around me. I want to lock us together.
Lawrence pulls his mouth away from her lower half, his chin shining with her spit. He crawls up the mattress, giving her space to move.
I lie back against the pillows in the center of the nest. I reach over and grab her hip.
"Straddle me." The soft request leaves my lips.
Malcolm shifts his hold, letting her go. She climbs over my thighs. She faces me and sinks down onto her knees, settling over my waist.
I grip her hips tight, my thumbs pressing into her hip bones. I lean up, pressing a hot kiss to her chest.
"I need you." The raw confession vibrates against her skin.
I guide the head of my cock against her slick front entrance.
"I want to feel you wrap around me." I push upward.
I sink into her tight, wet core with a smooth, relentless thrust. The friction steals the breath from my lungs. I bury my entire length inside her heat. She clenches around my shaft, her inner walls fluttering. My swollen knot bumps against her sensitive entrance.
A ragged gasp tears from her throat. "Victor." Her nails dig into my shoulders.
"I got you." I set a deep, steady rhythm. I pull out to the tip and drive back up, hitting a spot deep inside her that makes her whole body arch.
Finn kneels on the mattress behind her back. He reaches around to prep her for anal, coating his fingers in her excess slick. He works two fingers inside her tight back ring, stretching her open and getting her ready.
"I want to be inside you." Finn rests his hands on her waist.
He waits for her to push back against his hips, a silent invitation to enter.She obliges. He sinks into her ass with a steady, firm thrust. The dual stretch pushes her to the absolute edge. Two huge cocks fill her at the same time. She throws her head back, a screaming moan ripping from her throat.
Finn and I coordinate our movements. We set a fast, relentless pace. We pull back and drive in with flawless timing. My cock glides into her wet front. Finn pounds into her.
"Don't leave us out." Lawrence crawls up the mattress, stopping near my head.
He kneels right in front of her face, resting his hands on the pillows.
Olive turns her face toward him. She parts her lips and leans forward over my chest, taking his hard cock into her mouth.
She sucks him with eager enthusiasm. She bobs her head, taking his length deep into her throat.
Her wet tongue swirls around the sensitive ridge of his shaft while she manages all of us at once.
Malcolm shifts closer to her side. He leans down, capturing one of her bare breasts in his mouth. He sucks her tight nipple, biting the peak with soft pressure.
She frees one of her hands from my shoulders and reaches out. Her fingers wraps around Malcolm's thick, aching cock. She strokes him fast and hard, smearing his pre-come over the head.
We worship our Omega with absolute devotion. She takes all of us at once, managing the overload of sensations like a champion.
I thrust upward into her pussy. Finn fucks her ass. Her wet mouth consumes Lawrence. Malcolm sucks her breasts while she strokes his cock. She whimpers around Lawrence's length, her inner walls spasming around me and Finn.
We move in a perfect, relentless rhythm. Sweat drips from her forehead onto my chest. The heat in the room spikes. Her thighs tremble against my hips. She takes the deep stretch.
Lawrence tips his head back, his hips stuttering forward to meet her mouth. "Fuck, you feel too good."
Malcolm grunts, his hands gripping her waist as she strokes him.
She pulls her mouth off Lawrence for a split second. "Give me your knots. Please."
She leans forward and takes Lawrence right back into her mouth.
A loud shout rips from my chest. "We're yours, Olive."
Finn and I drive our hips with a fierce push. We guide our swelling knots past her thresholds at the same time. The thick knots slide inside her.
Olive screams around Lawrence's cock. Her inner walls spasm and clench around our shafts, milking the climaxes from me and Finn.
“Olive!”I toss my head back against the pillows. A harsh, guttural groan tears from Finn behind her. We pump hot waves of come deep inside her. We finish together.
Lawrence and Malcolm let out fierce shouts. They pump their hips and fists in a rapid blur. Lawrence pulls out of her mouth at the last second, shooting thick ropes of come across her face and chest. Malcolm unloads into her hand. They coat her flushed skin in their warm release.
We all shatter at the same time. The intense release leaves us all shaking.
We stay locked together in the center of the nest. I drop my head back against the pillows. She collapses forward, resting her forehead against my shoulder. Finn rests his chin on her back. Lawrence and Malcolm catch their breaths.
We breathe hard, our chests heaving in unison. The exhaustion of the championship game catches up to us, but the peace in the room feels better than lifting any trophy. We won the cup, and we found our Omega. Our pack is whole and I’m no longer bitter and angry at the world.