14 #2
“Worked up?” gasps Kane. “I have been in a rut, while driving on the interstate, mind you, for what feels like forever, and I’m going to be worked up regardless.”
I moan long and low as my orgasm begins to crest.
“Are you going to come on Gatlin’s knot, beta?” growls Kane.
“Yes,” I say. “Yes, I am going to come so hard. I’m going to lose it. I’m going to fall apart.”
And I do, and it’s sheer perfection, like fireworks going off inside me, booms and explosions and soaring sparks, and everything good.
“Nobody got you off,” says Gatlin in a low voice as I’m clenching on him. “Fuck, you should have said something.”
I am jelly, slithering into him. “It’s fine,” I say. “Everything is fine now.”
Gatlin lets out a helpless laugh. “I’m sorry.”
I have my face pressed into his skin, and he smells so good, and I just had a very nice orgasm, and I just laugh, too. “Don’t be sorry.”
He pulls my face up to kiss me again. “We can just stop now that you’re sated? Or you can let me fuck this sweet pussy of yours for a little longer?”
I grin at him. “You can do whatever you want with me.”
He lays me down in the nest and holds my hips in place while he works his big, thick knotted up alpha cock in and out of me, and I wriggle around so that his knot is hitting my clit again. I shut my eyes and begin to let out tiny little moans. I think I could come again from this.
And really, I probably should. In terms of orgasms, I am really behind compared to everyone else in the room.
My eyes are closed, everything is warm and good, and it all smells wonderful.
Then I hear Kane saying, “Oh, well, someone’s waking up. Welcome back, omega.”
I open my eyes and Ellis’s eyes are open, and he is looking at this, at me getting fucked by his alpha, and I suddenly realize why I did this, and it’s not a good reason.
Do other people do things like that? Find themselves doing things when they don’t understand why they’re doing it, only to realize later? Oh, I fucked this guy to get back at Ellis for fucking Calliope.
I wanted to hurt him, and judging from the look on his face, I succeeded.
kane
I’m knotted into Ellis, but my knot is starting to loosen, not quite enough that he can get free, but probably soon. He’s twisting on me to get a look at Gatlin and Hannah.
I let him turn on me as much as he likes, figuring he’s enjoying the show as much as I am.
But Gatlin stops, pulling out of Hannah. “Shit,” he breathes. “This is why I said that we should talk to him about boundaries first.”
Ellis yanks free of me, and it has to hurt him, because the knot still hasn’t gone down all the way.
I reach for him.
He moves forward toward Hannah, who is backing up to the corner of the nest, and grabbing a blanket to cover herself.
“You were fucking him,” says Ellis to Hannah.
“You don’t get to tell me what to do with my body,” she says.
“It was only that I was the only person who had ever—”
“Well, you said things to me,” she says. “And then I come home and you’re fucking her.”
Ellis nods. “You’re really angry with me.”
Hannah burrows into the blanket.
Gatlin looks from Ellis to Hannah to me and then back to Ellis, and I can see he’s trying to figure out what’s going on here and how he can fix it. Gatlin’s good at smoothing things between people. He’s a peacemaker.
But his way always involves lots of acceptance of our feelings and centering and letting everything flow through us and whatever else he says.
I think my way is better during heat, which is basically to distract from unpleasantness with pleasantness. I crawl to Ellis and run my fingers over his skin. “Hey, there. Whatever this is, time enough for it later, hmm?”
Ellis turns to look at me.
“No,” says Gatlin. “Because we don’t know what’s off limits and what’s on, and we need to have a conversation about that before—”
“Well, Hannah could go,” says Ellis, turning to look at her.
Her expression barely ripples. “Done with me, then? Maybe I got you exactly what you wanted, back between her thighs. So, I guess this was all worth it, then.”
“Maybe,” he says, and his voice is ugly. “But it’s my heat, and I’m the omega, and—”
“Fine,” she says, and she shrugs off the blanket and crawls toward the door.
Gatlin is speechless, just staring at Ellis as if he can’t believe this has come out of his mouth. But I think it’s completely in line with our omega’s character. Gatlin knows. We tried to live with this boy for months, or does he forget how badly that went?
Hannah pushes open the door and disappears from sight.
Gatlin glares at Ellis and then goes after her.
Ellis turns to look at me. “Is he leaving me during my heat?”
I let out a long, throaty laugh. “Boy, you are a trainwreck. You’re lucky you’re so pretty and you smell so good, or ain’t nobody in the world ever want to spend time with you.”
I feel in the bond that I went too far when I said that. That hurt him.
Shit.
I reach for him again. “Don’t listen to anything I say, huh, pretty boy?
You know I’m here for you.” I pull him in and I kiss his lips but they don’t move against me.
I kiss my way down his body until I find his pretty omega cock, which is hard and leaking and I put my mouth to him, and he tastes like summer and he lets me suck him, his hands in my hair.
He comes easy; he’s in heat.
He lets me pull him back into my arms afterwards. But when he sags into me, his shoulders start to shake.
Fuck, he’s crying.
Not good. I’m not good with crying. I don’t know what to do. I hold him closer, sorting through things to say or ask, discarding all of them, and then just settling for holding him.
Eventually, I say, “You know I love you, Ellis, right?”
Which, as far as it goes, is true, much to my own chagrin. He’s a mess, and he made a mess of us and our lives when we had him. He’s making a mess right now. But he’s impossible not to love. I can’t help myself.
“No, you don’t,” he says. He sniffles really hard and pulls away, wiping at his eyes. “But it’s nice of you to say.”