Chapter Seventeen #2
Malric moved against her back, his hands sliding to her thighs from behind, and she arched slightly at the contact.
Malric draped her thighs over his legs and spread her open, offering her to me.
He ran his fingers through her swollen and glistening pussy, her slick dripping all over his hand, soaking her thighs.
Her breathing was coming faster, hitching every so often and interspersed with pleading cries.
“Please,” she begged. Not to either of us specifically. To both.
I moved lower.
Her hips came up immediately, and I held them down with my forearm, gentle but firm, and she made a frustrated sound.
“Thane.” Her head was moving from side to side.
“I know,” I said against her stomach. “You have such a pretty pussy, Omega. I want to worship it a little before we get to the main event. Can you be good for me?”
“Yes…”
“Good girl.” I pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. “Stay with me.”
She moaned and arched into me.
I took my time on the inside of her thigh while Malric worked upward from behind, his hands at her waist, her ribs, his mouth at the back of her neck. Between us, she was completely surrounded by warmth and attention—the only thing in this room that mattered.
When I finally put my mouth where she needed it, she stopped making controlled sounds entirely.
I knew her by now. I knew what made her hips move, what made her hands tighten in my hair, and what made her breath go high and urgent. I used all of it, patient and deliberate, while Malric held her and spoke low in her ear, and the sounds she made pushed me higher.
She came apart the first time with her back pressed into Malric’s chest and her hands gripping whatever was closest. I stayed with her through it and brought her back toward the edge before she’d finished coming down.
The sound she made at that—frustrated and wanting and entirely beyond self-consciousness—was the best thing I’d heard in recent memory.
“Now,” she said. “Thane, now—”
I moved up the nest, as she was already reaching for me. I settled between her thighs and looked at her once, her face flushed and her eyes dark and completely certain, and she pulled at me with both hands. Malric grabbed her hands, gently caging them in his.
I went still, braced above her, my cock almost scalded by the heat of her pussy.
“Don’t stop,” she said immediately, frantically trying to rub against me, to tempt me to plunge deep where she needed me.
Keeping my eyes on her, I slid in, feeling her pussy clench around me.
The warmth of her slick easing my way inside.
Her eyes widened then went hazy as I pushed all the way in, slowly, steadily, until I was fully seated.
She felt like home, a place I hadn’t been in more years than I could say, and I dropped my forehead to hers and breathed.
“Good?” I managed.
“More,” she demanded.
Malric shifted against her back and his hands found her swollen flesh from behind, and she cried out sharply.
His fingers brushed against me as he worked her clit, and I thrust, finding a rhythm that she moved with.
Her hands gripping my shoulders, my hips finding the angle that made her breath break on every other stroke.
Malric’s hands worked between us, and she tightened around me in response and my control went several steps thinner.
“Thane.” His voice low.
“I know,” I said through my teeth.
“She’s close. Knot her.”
I could feel it. I could feel every signal her body was sending.
I was cataloging them with everything I had, staying just ahead of the crest, keeping her at the edge because the longer I held her there, the harder it would break, and I wanted it to break completely for her.
My knot was swelling, begging to anchor inside of her, to lock myself to her.
I thought Malric would want to be the first to knot her, but he was letting me do it.
“Please,” she said. “Please, I need—”
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Let go.”
She broke on the next stroke and I made one final thrust, notching my knot just inside of her, the swelling anchoring me to her.
She was screaming, the knot sending her into a second, much more intense orgasm.
Her channel contracted hard around me, squeezing me tighter than I had ever felt before, and I came, pumping load after load of my seed into her.
But the knot wouldn’t let any of it escape, not as long as we were locked together.
Malric stroked her bud, her channel jerking as she came again, a smaller, softer orgasm. Her head fell back against his shoulder.
“No more. Need a break.” Her words were broken, choked out.
He chuckled and withdrew his hand to stroke her hair and gently kiss her neck.
We lay in the wreckage of the nest, breathing, my face in her neck, her hands at my back, and Malric’s low voice in the room, grounding us to the present. My cock continued to jerk and spurt periodically, and she had mild tremors, coming as I did.
Her hand slowly stroked over my back, lazily.
The heat was quieter now, banked again, the second wave broken with the knotting.
There would be more waves. This was only a temporary reprieve.
This could go on for days. May the gods help us if her father came during that time.
But for now, I was grateful to have this time with Aveline and Malric.
I pressed my mouth to her temple. She squeezed my hand and didn’t let go.
I was grateful for both of my mates. Now, to make the mating a reality.
Malric
Three days.
Three days of heat cycles, broken sleep interspersed with a demanding omega and increasingly inventive sexual positions to keep her satisfied, and the domestic chaos of two alphas trying to keep an omega fed and hydrated between waves when her body had strong opinions about both.
The nest was a mess, scattered all over the place and dirty, not that any of us noticed.
My cock was raw and tired, but still responding when my omega’s scent called.
I was running on perhaps nine hours of sleep spread across three days.
Thane looked worse than I felt, which was saying something.
Aveline looked tired, her body scattered with love bites and small bruises, but the heat still claimed her, demanding more of her, more of us.
Her silver hair was tangled and knotted, and she had dark circles under dark eyes still hazy with heat.
It didn’t matter if her body was designed for this, if she recovered between waves quicker than we did.
The heat was taking a toll on all of us and showed no signs of ending.
Currently, she was sitting in the center of the nest with her arms wrapped around her knees, the heavy fur around her shoulders, looking at the cup of broth I was holding out with a mutinous expression.
“It’s warm,” I said.
“I am aware of that.”
“It will take thirty seconds.”
“I don’t want it.”
“Omega, you need to keep up your strength.”
“When will this heat end?” She had resorted to a slight whine in her tone, which was common for omegas when they were unhappy, especially during heat, or so my father used to tell me.
Thane, from his position against the nest wall, smirked and made no move to assist. He knew which battles were winnable and was conserving resources. Asshole.
I set the broth down where she could reach it and accepted the partial victory. “I don’t know, Omega. But you need your strength.”
“You’ve been saying that for days now.” She folded her arms in front of her and stared past me at the stone wall.
She wasn’t wrong. The heat had lessened somewhat in recent hours, providing a respite that allowed her to think clearly and fully process the intense physical and emotional experiences of the past three days, unmitigated by the heat’s usual dampening effect.
These windows were harder in some ways than the waves.
During the waves, she was present and physical and entirely occupied.
During the breaks, she thought about the implications.
She was thinking now.
We also thought and pondered the impacts. I was trying to remember everything my parents had told me about omegas, bonds, and heats. It had been a long time ago and I had never expected to have an omega, so my memory was faulty, but it was coming back slowly.
“Why hasn’t it happened?” she asked.
“Why hasn’t what happened,” I said, though I suspected I knew.
“The bond.” Her eyes met mine. “I’ve read about it. I thought I felt something during. But it hasn’t set. I can feel that it hasn’t set.”
She was right. She had good instincts about her own body, which was remarkable given how long she’d been kept from understanding it. The bond hadn’t set. The potential of it was there, the direction it was pulling, but the mechanism hadn’t completed.
“A bond requires a bite,” I said.
The silence settled in the room for a few moments as Aveline pondered my words. Thane studied me with pretended indifference, but through our bond, I could sense his tension.
“A bite,” she said slowly, deliberately.
“The alphas bite the omega. It completes the bond. Without it, what you’re feeling is the pull of it, the potential, but it doesn’t set permanently without the mark.”
She stared at me.
“You’ve known this,” she said. Not a question.
“Yes.”
“This entire time.”
“Yes.”
The look on her face moved through several distinct phases. I watched her arrive at the one that meant I had approximately thirty seconds before she said something pointed.
“Why,” she said, with the careful enunciation of someone being very controlled about being very annoyed, “have you not mentioned this?”
“Because we haven’t known each other long. Because a mating bite is permanent. Because you’ve spent your entire life having choices made for you, and I wasn’t going to add to that list.” I held her gaze. “I wanted to give you time to be certain. Perhaps after this heat, when you’ve had time to—”