13. Honey
Honey
His touch will ruin me.
It’s sinful. It’s dirty.
It feels so good that I don’t want to care.
The act between us goes against the teachings.
But their hands on me soothe the inferno that’s overtaken my body.
I’m to be chaste. I’m to be sequestered. I’m to be kept pure for an apostle.
This is the first time my season hasn’t felt like I’m burning alive.
But I’m not at home. I’ve escaped, and it feels too good to sin.
Phoenix, the sassy one, has his head between my legs, his tongue doing unmentionable things to my most private area, and it sends more slick pouring out of me.
This isn’t a knot. It’s not the worst thing I could do. It won’t ruin me for all other alphas.
Phoenix presses his tongue deeper into me, and I gasp, the change of pressure feeling too good as he laps at me. It’s like he’s trying to eat me from the center up.
“That’s it, good Omega,” Zephyr murmurs in my ear before he nibbles on the lobe. “Relax for him, make it nice and easy for him to get a good meal.”
Omega. I’m an omega. This is all wrong. I’m not a good omega. The apostles will be mad. I fight, thrashing against Zephyr, trying to get away, but his arms wrap tight around me.
Tears well in my eyes, and I try to blink them away, but they just run down my cheeks.
A shadow squeezes my legs. It spirals its way up toward where Phoenix is. Pressure builds, and I don’t know how to make it stop. I’m fuller and empty all at the same time.
“Careful, sweetness. You don’t want to hurt Phoenix by pushing him away.” He moves how he’s holding me, one hand below my breasts and the other wrapping up so his hand is around my throat.
Zephyr squeezes my neck, his fingers pressing into the sacred place where the apostle and their pack of disciples would claim me. The purr rumbles from his chest into my back.
It does something to me. Or he does? The touch does? My whole body becomes lax, like I have no choice in any of this. The steady pressure, the way my body responds, do I want a choice?
It’s better than being alone. I could be alone and in pain. This doesn’t hurt. I close my eyes, surrendering to their touch.
“That’s it, sweetness. You’re being so good.” Zephyr continues to purr. “We’re here for you. It’ll be good, I promise.”
Phoenix joins in purring from where he is between my legs. The noise right at my apex causes me to release more slick. They don’t seem to mind the mess. And, as though he’s pleased, Phoenix purrs louder.
I’m pulled down farther onto the bed, my head resting on Zephyr’s stomach.
Zephyr moves his hands to my shoulders.
My body feels like it’s on fire. It’s never been this intense before. Maybe it’s because of the body heat between us. Or maybe it’s because my heat is fixed. Maybe the one in the clinic fixed me. But how did he know I was broken?
Phoenix moves to his knees and wraps his hands around his thick phallus.
I’ve seen one before. At the mandatory omega classes, an apostle comes in and demonstrates holding it and working the shaft properly.
It’s not dissimilar to how Phoenix is right now except .
. . It’s bigger. He moves his hand more gracefully, spiraling around the shaft.
Moisture beads on the head of it, and it doesn’t feel shameful.
He looks at me as if I set a plate of food before him that he can’t wait to try. My slick coats him from his nose, down his mouth, neck, and to his chest. The iridescent liquid makes him shine in the low light of the room.
“I wish she could glow.” He lets out a low moan. “I’d do anything to see her glow for us.”
“After her heat, not right now. Focus.” Zephyr scolds him. He leans down and kisses the top of my head. “Right now she’s horny, hot, and in need of a fucking.”
“Or two.” Phoenix smiles at me.
He moves my body like it belongs to him. His shadow wraps around my legs, drawing me away from Zephyr.
I’m supported, floating off the bed as Phoenix lines the head of his phallus up with my entrance. I try to open my mouth to say no, to stop him, but I’m stuck, shocked or something.
He pulls our hips together slowly, and the pressure of him entering me feels like it’s tearing me in half. I’m so full that I could scream.
“Shhhh.” Zephyr is there, petting my head. He entwines his fingers into my hair, massaging at the scalp. “You’re taking him so good. I know it feels big, but you’re doing so good, sweetness.”
Maybe that scream wasn’t just in my head after all.
Phoenix runs his hands up my body, then back down. He pulls me closer to him, his phallus spearing into me deeper. I moan, the pressure feeling too much. I thought he was done. I thought it was enough to be opened to him. But there is more.
I open my eyes to see how much more of this I have to take. Only to find Phoenix bringing his fingers to my center. They move, pressing against the flesh just above where we’re joined together.
He works that sensitive spot. It feels so good that I could forget the pain of being split open. A shiver rolls through me, and another immediately follows. Tension builds through my body as he continues to push into me.
Heat fades away. It’s like my body is relieved of all the horrid pain, trading it for pleasure from the way our bodies are connected. With every press of his fingers, the circles they draw around that sensitive area, my body becomes lighter, cooler, and more at ease.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, Honey?” When Phoenix says my name, he presses a little harder. He rolls his hips, shadow steadying me as he grinds in deeper.
I don’t feel the pain or pressure from him taking more.
“Mmhmm.” It’s all I can muster.
“I’ll make you come on my cock, and I’ll knot you. You ready, Honey?” He growls low. “Fuck, you better be.”
Groans, short thrusts, and that growing pressure.
My toes curl, my calves tighten, everything in my body flexes and contorts.
Pleasure racks through me. It’s like lightning shooting through my body and elevating the experience.
This time I know I’m screaming. I don’t want him to stop.
The pressure of his cock, as he called it, changes. It’s thickening.
It’s like the apostle demonstrated, swelling, holding us together. A knot. We’re stuck this way.
They told us, the omegas, that a knot changes you for other alphas. That taking just one knot can ruin you and make you undesirable to anyone other than your assigned pairing.
But that knot keeps the pleasure rolling through me. When I try to relax, another jolt runs through me. It feels too good for me to be worried about the sins, the prayers, or the future.
“So fuckin’ perfect.” Phoenix praises.
I’m barely aware of being moved, but a few seconds later, I’ve shifted, and I’m lying on top of him. It doesn’t feel right to be in such control over an alpha. I push, trying to move away, but the pull of the knot locks us together.
When I shiver, a blanket is pulled over me. It traps the warmth of our bodies together. His arms wrap around me underneath the blanket.
“So perfect, Hon.” Phoenix kisses the top of my head, his hands trailing circles up and down my back.
I can’t focus on them. I can barely keep my eyes open. It’s not so bad. I could stay here.