CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR - COLT #2
Pleasure lashes my spine and I almost shoot off the daybed.
But firm little hands grip my thighs, her mouth anchoring me in place.
She hums at my taste, her plump lips sliding over my shaft as she draws back to tongue my slit.
Precum rushes out to greet her, and she stares at the eruption like it’s liquid gold.
I groan as she flattens her tongue, licking up the mess like she’s afraid she’ll miss a spot.
When she’s done, she draws me back in, sucking in a steady rhythm that makes my balls throb.
I’m fighting the urge to thrust into her mouth, but it’s a losing battle.
When she makes a soft, gurgling sound, I pull back, leaving just the tip resting on her tongue.
She rolls her eyes up at me, the golden rings like haloes in the lamplight.
Her swollen lips are sealed perfectly around my cockhead, and I’d give just about anything to come down her throat.
But that’s not what she needs right now.
I know, because under her sweet perfume is a scorched scent. It’s been too long between knots, and my little bird needs to be stuffed full.
“I’m supposed to be tending you, little bird.”
She smirks as I lift her back into my lap, but when my fingers trail over her nipples, her back gives a happy arch.
I saw how Axel tormented her in the shower, but she needs a warm mouth now, and she shudders as I run my tongue over the little buds.
I use soft lips as I suck on the sensitive peaks, but she still cries out, and Hog stirs in the shadows.
He’s given me the illusion of privacy to savor his mate in my own way, but I can sense him through the bond, watching my every move.
“It’s good,” she hisses, like she can feel his eyes on her trembling back. And maybe she can, because she rakes her fingers through my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her nipple. “It’s so good, Alpha. But I need you inside me now.”
I give her nipple a final lick before moving to her mouth.
She opens for me with a sigh, and our tongues dance together as I notch my cock at her entrance.
She’s so wet there’s almost no resistance, and I swirl my hips as I press inside.
My piercing slides against her walls, making her squirm, and a grunt falls from my lips as I press deep into her velvety warmth.
My head spins, my heart taking flight. I want to leave my mark on every inch of her body. I want to scrawl a love letter on her skin, but the only poetry I know is carved on the curl of a wave.
“Omega…” I whisper as she draws me into her tight, slippery grip.
She sinks down in a desperate rush, and shivers of pleasure spark up and down my spine.
As she grinds on my shaft, our mouth crash back together, and I suck on her lashing tongue.
We only break apart when she rises up on her knees, slick coating my thighs as she retreats to my tip.
I throw my head back, almost drunk on the sight of her.
With her pearl blush hair and rosy nipples, she’s a goddess straight from a clam shell.
Maybe I tell her too, because she smirks as she surges down, burying me in silken heat.
“Fuck, Omega! Take my knot before I make a fool of myself again.”
She laughs, but another cramp rolls through her body, tugging on my cock like a retreating tide.
She starts bobbing on my lap, short, hard thrusts to draw my knot to the surface.
It doesn’t take long, and she kisses me in relief as the muscle swells at the base of my shaft.
I lick the sigh from her lips, angling her grinding hips until my knot rubs against her clit.
More slick pours into my lap, but she just rides me harder, her fingers twisted in my hair.
From the velvet of her mouth to the scorching heat of her pussy, I’m happily drowning in her embrace.
My balls are so tight they throb, my skin burning everywhere she touches it.
“Take it, Omega,” I grunt through gritted teeth. “Take my knot in your sweet pussy.”
“Yes! Please, Alpha.”
I look down, my heart thumping at the sight of her lips stretched wide as they swallow my knot.
It’s so swollen with pent-up need, the silky glide of her walls sends a bolt of lightning up my spine.
She wiggles her hips, her mouth dropping open in a silent gasp.
I thrust up the last inch, planting myself as deep as I can go.
Baggage cries out, relief sweetening her scent as I latch down tight.
The world shatters into perfect, chaotic fragments. Fingernails claw my shoulders. A stray tooth grazes my tongue. We buck and slide against each other, grinding and rocking like we’re trying to share a single skin.
Hot, messy heaven.
She bites the tip of my tongue and my balls combust, gushes of hot cum pouring into her pussy as she jerks with her own release. Wave after wave of squeezing pleasure milks my knot and I stare up at her, entranced.
Has there ever been a sweeter sight than this perfect omega bucking on my knot?
This is it. The moment I’d claim her if she offered me her throat.
But it’s too soon for that, and I fight back a wave of regret as she collapses into my arms.
At some stage we head back to the nest, and the day passes in a haze of orgasms and naps. The next time I’m aware enough to check my surroundings, moonlight is trickling through the window, and my mouth is as dry as a sand dune.
I roll onto my side, my sleep-crusted eyes widening as I take in the sight beside me.
Hog has our omega on her knees, his big hands cupping her hips as he rocks into her dripping pussy.
She’s a vision of abandon, her back arched and her thighs stretched wide, her hair a pink tangle on the slick-coated blankets.
Soft sounds leave her lips, little, breathless gasps every time Hog sinks deep.
It takes a moment for her scent to hit me, but then my cock swells so fast, my head spins.
I must have knotted her half a dozen times, but Hog has matched me twice over.
“You’re still going?” I gulp, feeling a little like the guy who always leaves the party early. Like I said, comparisons are ugly, but Hog’s dedication is a pretty high bar.
“It’s gonna be quick,” he huffs, dropping kisses along her arched spine. “Get ready to step in, Colt. We’re not gonna leave her empty.”
I groan, my head spinning with the scent of slick and cum in the air.
The pleasure sparking up my spine is twice as good with Hog in my head, his arousal saturating our pack bond.
This is exactly how packs were designed to work, and it’s another painful reminder that this was missing before.
I don’t blame Charlie for a moment, but I’m glad that I’m now getting the full force of Hog’s devotion.
He finally slides out in a rush of sticky juices, and I’m a little mollified to see that his knot isn’t quite as thick and swollen as it was a few hours ago. Trust Baggage to take the wind out of his monster sails.
She makes a disgruntled sound, her hands grabbing for me as soon as Hog turns her onto her back. The haze is biting deep, and I wince to see how swollen her pussy looks. It’s nature’s best invention, but even magical things have their limits.
I run a careful finger over the swollen folds, watching for her wince. “Are you okay, little bird? Need me to get you an ice pack or something?”
She responds by grabbing my cock, but then her head suddenly snaps towards the shadowy corner of the room. It’s no mystery what she’s looking at. I might try to pretend that my pack alpha isn’t still tied to a chair, but I can feel him in my head, a constant throbbing hum in the bond.
“What is it, sweetheart?” I ask, running a soothing hand down her back. “You need something else?”
Or someone else, since an alpha as dominant as Axel is catnip to an omega in heat. In fact, she’s done a pretty amazing job resisting him up until now.
She blinks heat-glazed eyes, still peering into the darkness. “Can’t you smell him?”
I snort, even though I know what she means. How can I not? I’m almost as in tune with Axel’s moods as my own. That’s what it means to be pack. “Well, we all kind of reek right now,” I smirk, deliberately clueless. “I can grab some Febreze…”
But Baggage is already climbing over me, her attention fixed on the alpha who’s still watching her, even after all these long, torturous hours.
“No, he’s about to make a mess,” she says as she saunters towards him like an omega on a mission. “And his come belongs to me.”