Mating Tansy
Beck
Tansy’s lips are so soft.
They taste like honey and the lingering flavor of Cass.
I pour every ounce of desire for my omega I have into that kiss, trying to chase away the clinical chill that's settled over the nest. I feel her sigh against my mouth, a small, shuddering release of tension, and I know it's working.
My hands slide from her cheeks, down the smooth, warm skin of her back, until they're gripping her plush hips. She's still tied to Cass, his cock still buried inside her, but I need her.
I tighten my grip, ready to lift the omega, and I feel Cass move beneath us, understanding my intent without a word. Together, we lift her, my hands and his strength working together as we pull her off his lap and into my arms.
Tansy gasps into my mouth as his cock slides out of her, leaving her suddenly empty, but I don't give her time to think about it.
I don't break the kiss. I just guide her, turning us until her back is to the nest. And then I lower her, my body following hers down until she's lying on the soft blankets, my mouth never leaving hers.
The air around us shifts.
The serious mood evaporates, replaced by a thick, heavy wave of lust. I can feel it from all of them. Warren's low growl, Grason's sharp inhale, and Cass's possessive gaze burning into us.
I pull back just enough to look at Tansy, her lips swollen from my kiss, her brown eyes dark with renewed desire.
“Is that better, omega?” I whisper, my thumb stroking her hip.
"Beck," she breathes, her hands coming up to tangle in my hair. “Kiss me again.”
“Yes, ma’am," I murmur, and then my mouth is on hers, deeper this time, my tongue sweeping into her mouth as my body settles over hers. The heat is back, ten times hotter than before.
That's when her hand slips between our bodies, her fingers finding my cock. It’s still soft and sensitive from my recent orgasm, but the blood flow is slowly returning.
I hum against her lips, a little shocked at the jolt of pure lust that shoots through me.
I usually need a little time to recover, a few minutes to let the hypersensitivity fade.
But right now, with Tansy’s hands on me, my body is responding with a primal need to be inside her, to claim my place in this sacred ritual.
“You feel amazing,” she whispers as her slim fingers wrap around my shaft, slowly jerking me back to full hardness. The feel of her touch is exquisite, a firm, confident stroke that sends sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
I can feel myself thickening in her grip, growing harder with every pass of her thumb over the sensitive head. It's intoxicating, the way she touches me, the way she knows exactly what I need.
“Please.” Tansy guides my now-hard cock to her entrance, the head nudging against her slick, swollen folds.
I pull back from the kiss, my forehead resting against hers, our breath mingling in the charged air between us.
"Fuck me, Beck," she whispers, her voice a raw, desperate plea. "Please. Fuck me."
Desperate to feel her, I push forward, entering her slowly, savoring every single inch. It's been years since I've been with a woman, and I'd forgotten how soft, how sweet they are.
Tansy’s body is a perfect, velvet heat that envelops me.
A low groan escapes my lips as I sink deeper, burying myself to the hilt.
“Oh, yes,” Tansy moans as her soft thighs wrap around my hips, pulling me even closer, a silent demand for more.
I thrust, a slow, deep rhythm that builds a fire in my blood. I'm so lost in the feel of her that I almost forget we're not alone. But then I feel their eyes on us.
I glance over and see Warren kneeling beside Cass, his big hand wrapped around Cass's cock, stroking him slowly, squeezing what's left of his deflated knot. Grason is on the other side, his own fist pumping his thick, hard cock, his eyes fixed on where we're joined.
"Fuck her, Beck," Grason growls, his voice a low, dark rumble that makes Tansy's pussy tighten around me. "Don't be gentle. She wants to feel it. Show her how much you want her."
I obey, picking up the pace, my thrusts becoming harder, deeper, for him, for all of them.
"Look at those pretty tits bouncing," Grason continues, his voice thick with lust. "They're begging to be touched.
" He reaches out, his big hand engulfing one of her breasts, his thumb brushing over her sensitive nipple.
He squeezes, making her gasp, and her inner walls clamp down on my cock like a vise.
The sensation is so intense it almost makes me come right then and there.
"That's it, baby," Grason praises Tansy, his eyes locked on her face. "You're taking him so well. Such a good omega for your beta."
He pinches her nipple, a sharp, sudden twist that has her crying out. Her back arches off the blankets, and her pussy flutters around my cock, a series of tight, rhythmic pulses that milk me for all I'm worth.
The feel of her coming, the sight of her lost in pleasure, is too much. The pressure that's been building in my spine explodes, and I'm suddenly coming, my own orgasm hitting me hard and fast.
A strangled groan tears from my throat as I bury myself deep inside her, my cock pulsing as I spill myself into her.
A wave of embarrassment washes over me as the last tremor subsides. I came too fast.
I pull back, ready to apologize, but the look on Tansy’s face stops me. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted in a soft, blissed-out smile. She looks completely and utterly satisfied, a beautiful, sated glow radiating from her.
I feel a hand on my shoulder, and I look up to see Warren smiling down at me. "Good job, sweet boy," he says softly, his voice full of understanding. “You fucked her so well.”
Grason leans in, pressing a soft kiss to Tansy's forehead. "You did good for Beck," he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine over her head. “You came for him so pretty.”
And just like that, the embarrassment fades, replaced by a warm, comforting sense of belonging.
"Come here, pretty omega," Grason says, his voice a low, possessive growl. He and Warren move as one, gently but firmly pulling Tansy out from under me. I shift back onto my knees, my body humming with residual pleasure as I watch them.
“Beck.” Cass points to his own still-hard cock, slick glistening along the thick shaft. "Come here," he commands, his voice soft but absolute. "Sit on it."
I obey instantly, scrambling over to him and straddling his hips. I reach down to line him up, then sink, my body swallowing his thick length in one slow, deep glide. The feeling is incredible, a familiar, satisfying fullness that makes my limp cock twitch slightly.
Then we both turn to watch our packmates.
Warren lies on his back, his muscular body long and lean. Tansy straddles him, her wild red curls a curtain around her face as she leans over his body. A soft moan escapes her lips as he fills her.
Grason curls his big body over her back, a living blanket of muscle and heat. He nips her shoulder, his voice a low, dark murmur. “I’m going to prepare you first. Okay?”
She just nods, her breath coming out in ragged pants.
Grason reaches down, his fingers finding her tight, puckered entrance.
He starts to finger her, pushing one in slowly, carefully stretching her for his cock.
"That's it," he praises, his voice a low rumble.
"Relax for me, baby. Let me in. You're doing so good. "
The look on Tansy’s face is pure, unadulterated bliss. Her eyes are half-closed, her lips parted, her expression one of complete surrender.
Warren grips her hips, his hands like vices, forcing her to keep fucking him, to keep taking his cock as Grason prepares her ass. Her hair sticks to her sweaty temples, her body a beautiful, writhing thing caught between two alphas.
I move, rocking my hips back and forth on Cass's cock, fucking myself in time to the slow, deliberate rhythm of Grason's fingering. Every time his fingers sink into Tansy's ass, I sink down onto Cass. When he pulls back, so do I.
The feeling is intoxicating, a shared rhythm of pleasure that connects all of us.
“There we go,” Grason adds a second finger, scissoring them inside her, stretching her tight ring of muscle with impressive patience. “Keep riding Warren’s cock, Tansy. Don’t stop.”
He preps her with so much care, easing in a third finger, then eventually a fourth.
There's a whimper of pain from Tansy when he pumps them in and out of her, a sharp, high-pitched sound that makes me clench around Cass.
But she quickly relaxes into it, her body yielding, and the whimpers turn into low, wanton moans of pleasure.
"Such a good girl," Warren praises, his voice a low, soothing rumble.
He kisses her face, his lips brushing against her cheeks, her forehead, her nose.
"You're taking it so well, Tansy. So fucking well.
" He squeezes her tits, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her arch her back and cry out.
"You're going to be so full of us, baby. So full of alpha cock."
Finally, Grason seems to decide she's ready. He removes his fingers from her ass, making the omega pout. Then he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock pressing against her well-stretched entrance. And he pushes into her, a slow, relentless pressure.
Tansy's entire body tenses, her face scrunching up with a flash of pain. But Warren is right there, kissing her deeply, his voice a low murmur against her lips. "Relax, baby," he soothes. "Breathe and take it. It'll feel good in a second, I promise. Let him in."
My hips keep moving as I watch them, lost to the stunning view in front of me.
"Do you remember your first time?" Cass whispers in my ear, his breath hot against my skin. "How it felt to have two alpha cocks inside you?"
I moan, my head falling back against his shoulder as the memory washes over me. I remember it so clearly. The feel of Cass and Warren, both so deep inside me, stretching me, filling me to the breaking point. I remember how full I felt, how impossibly, wonderfully whole.
How happy I was to be theirs.
Cass mated me that night.
When I look back at Tansy, Grason's hips are moving. He's fucking her slowly, his thick cock sliding in and out of her ass in a steady, gentle rhythm. The look of pain on her face is gone, replaced by a soft, dazed pleasure.
“That’s it,” Grason’s hips slam especially hard into her ass. “Take it.”
A soft moan slips from Tansy’s throat, a blissed-out smile playing on her lips. She's found it. The place where pain and pleasure merge.
Then, almost instantly, Tansy’s pleasure starts to visibly grow.
The omega’s movements become more frantic, her body slamming back to meet their dual thrusts, a desperate, instinctual rhythm. The room fills with the sounds of their lovemaking—soft moans, wet slapping sounds, and deep, possessive growls from the alphas.
Cass starts lifting his hips, fucking up into me, matching the pace set by the others. The feeling is incredible, a deep, penetrating pleasure that builds with every thrust.
The whole room is charged to the breaking point, with heat, and slick, and sweat swirling all around me as Tansy’s body shudders. She’s clearly about to come, her body trembling on the edge of release.
Grason gathers her wild hair up, twisting it in his fist. He pulls it away from her neck, displaying both sides of her throat like a sacrifice.
Then, with a final, desperate cry, Tansy comes. I hold my breath, and in that exact moment, both Warren and Grason strike. They lunge forward, their teeth sinking into opposite sides of her neck, biting down hard.
Tansy goes completely still, her body rigid. She doesn’t make a sound, but her eyes roll into the back of her head as a vicious, full-body tremor works through her.
Then, just as suddenly, she goes slack, a boneless doll in their arms.
But neither alpha releases her. They both push their teeth in deeper, their jaws locking, and I see a trickle of blood run down the side of her neck, then the other. It's so messy and violent, but somehow, it's the sweetest thing I've ever seen.
It's a claiming, a bonding, a sacred, violent ritual that makes my heart ache with love for all of them.
I'm so lost in watching them, so completely mesmerized by the sight of their mating, that I'm completely unprepared for what happens next.
Cass jerks his hips up one more time, a powerful, final thrust, and comes inside me. A hot, thick pulse of his release fills me, and then... something else. A pressure.
A sudden, intense stretching that makes me yelp in pain and shock.
His knot pops inside me.
I’m so shocked and confused, my vision goes white for a moment.
I've never been knotted before. In fact, I didn't even think it was possible.
Alphas can only get knots after they're mated, and only with their omega. Right?
Maybe it’s because Tansy’s slick is everywhere.
Or the mating bites.
Or her scent.
Fuck, it hurts!
Cass pushes on my hips, forcing me to grind on him. The pain is sharp, a deep, aching stretch that borders on unbearable. But underneath it, there's something else. A weird, overwhelming sense of rightness, of belonging.
It's so emotional, so profound, that it makes me tear up, my vision blurring as I'm tied to my alpha. A permanent, unbreakable bond forged in the heat of our omega's mating.
"Beck? Oh, my god. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" Cass’s voice is a worried whisper against my ear, his lips immediately finding my cheek, my temple, kissing away the tears I didn't realize were falling. He squeezes my hips, his touch gentle now, clearly trying to ease any pain he's caused.
I lift my head to look at him, a watery, genuine smile spreading across my face. A few more tears slip down my cheeks, but they're not from pain.
"I feel wonderful," I whisper, my voice thick with emotion. "Perfect.”
A slow, relieved smile spreads across his face, and he leans in, kissing my lips, a soft, gentle press. "Yes," he whispers against my mouth, his voice full of a wonder that matches my own. “You are.”