71. Clara
Clara
After the initial knottings, I finally found rest—for a few hours at least. A clock outside the nest strikes the hour. One, two… I keep counting until it reaches twelve. Midnight.
“Darlin’.” The endearment is like a whisper on the wind.
I sit up. Clothes are for the world outside, not for the nest. The other alphas are all sleeping around me, but a shadow stands over me in the middle of the nest. It comes down to my level.
“Present for your alpha.”
I instantly turn over. My omega has been waiting for him.
For our last alpha. She’s eager to do whatever he says.
I curl my legs under me so my pussy is in the air, perfect height for an alpha to take, and my cheek is pressed firmly to the ground.
Cold hands slide around my hips, and then fingers like ice are sliding through my aching, hot, wet pussy.
My perfume pumps into the room along with my slick arousal, and the other alphas begin to stir.
“What do you want?” the ghost alpha asks. He loves to hear me beg, I remember, and I love to beg for him.
“Please, alpha. Please give me your cock. Please fuck me.” I beg. Talking feels like speaking in water, everything far away, since my omega and all her instincts are mostly in charge.
A low growl, and I feel it, the head of a shadow-cold cock rubbing up and down my slit, gathering my juices.
A movement next to me has me turning my hea d to press my other cheek against the floor.
Dagan has his cock in his hand, watching.
I glance back over my shoulder to see the shadowed mass that is Finian just as he pushes into me.
His cock is the cold rod I remember, filling me with a foreign but tantalizing feeling. It’s amazing and wrong all at once.
He snaps forward in brutal, delicious thrusts, one after the other. A cold hand smooths up my back, and then two fingers are poised at my back entrance, waiting.
“Please, fuck me with your cock and your fingers. Please, please,” I plead.
He doesn't make me wait. Two cold fingers push into my ass as Finian fucks my pussy, forcing my face into the cushions. Dagan reaches out and swirls my clit in hard, insistent strokes until I clamp down on Finian’s dick and turn my face to moan into the pillows.
I feel him kick up inside of me and still, groaning as my ghost alpha spills into me, so much that his cum and my slick are dripping down my thighs.
I go boneless. My omega completely satisfied.