50. Zephyr #2
The purr that comes from Honey makes Lazarus groan.
His whole body tightens, and the stony exterior that I’ve barely seen crack breaks apart entirely.
He lifts his hand from between us and reaches for Honey.
His fingers find purchase on her hip that’s resting on his thigh, and he pulls her on top of him.
The hospital gown Honey is wearing ties at the side. And since they’re closest to me, I start untying them with one hand, pulling the neat little bows out until she’s mostly uncovered.
“Oh, fuck look at her spots. I’ve never seen ones that pretty.” Phoenix brings his hand up and brushes the fabric away from her sides.
I draw my eyes away from the tiny laparoscopic incisions on her pelvis to her waist, where Phoenix is looking, and see that her spots are almost rosette shaped like a leopard’s, but they’re more loose and curly. Not long enough to be stripes, but not neat little dabs either.
“I didn’t know I had those.” Honey looks down her body and traces some of the ones that run around her breasts and collarbones.
“What’s your shift shape?” Phoenix brings attention to another gap in the mystery of Honey.
“I don’t know? I’ve tried but never been able to.” Honey furrows her brow.
I shake my head, completely aghast. What would it be like never having shifted before?
“All the more things we get to show her first. After we’re well.” Lazarus pulls at the strings of his scrub pants and, with Honey’s help, pulls them down his legs.
His cock springs free, and it’s mouthwatering.
I assumed Laz would have a long dick. He’s tall with long fingers, and while it’s not always about how tall you are, my assumption about his cock is correct.
Lazarus is long and thick. I look over at Phoenix, whose eyebrows are raised. He bites his bottom lip.
As much as I want to reach for it, I hold back. Lazarus hasn’t exactly come right out and said that he’s okay with all of us being together in the full sense of a pack. Maybe he wants to, but until I know for sure, after learning our lesson with Honey, I’m waiting for an invitation to touch.
Honey shuffles forward, and the scent of her slick grows thick in the room. I pull the fabric on her gown forward, covering her from the view of the mirror.
Phoenix helps her, offering a hand to stabilize her, as she rises up to take Lazarus’s cock.
Lazarus strokes his cock with the arm that isn’t all bandaged over, on Phoenix’s side, before guiding it toward her slick. Watching her pussy swallow him is a slow, sensual process that leaves my own cock throbbing.
Honey gasps and starts to hyperventilate. “I’m so tender.”
Lazarus purrs for her, and the muscles of his legs flex like he’s trying not to push up into her before she’s ready.
If possible, my cock throbs harder as I watch, the anticipation growing.
“That’s so hot,” Phoenix groans. “You’re okay, Honey, you’ve done this before. Come down here closer, let Lazarus kiss it better.”
Honey whines, and without our shadows to help guide her, it’s an uncoordinated attempt to get her chest to chest with Lazarus.
But once she’s close enough, he kisses her as his purr gets louder.
Honey’s hips start to move slowly at first, forward and back as she adjusts.
Phoenix pushes up and runs his fingers along the gown covering her back, dipping under the hem by her ass.
I don’t have to see to know he’s teasing her.
I squeeze my cock. So desperate.
Honey’s hips jerk a little at the intrusion. But she moans into her kiss with Lazarus.
“That’s it, good omega.” Lazarus praises her.
Immediately, my body goes rigid. Phoenix even braces for the fallout. But when Lazarus says ‘good omega,’ Honey purrs. She pushes her tongue into his mouth, and I can’t stop myself from stroking my cock.
Either more comfortable or more desperate, Honey circles her hips, grinding a lot more proficiently toward her release. She groans loudly, throwing her head back, and after a few more rocking thrusts, she’s full-out moaning. Her whole body tensing and relaxing with each pull.
Lazarus is enamored by her, his eyes never leaving her. “You’re doing so well, Omega. That’s it.”
Again, I wait for backlash from her, or for Honey to shut down, but with Lazarus, Honey definitely doesn’t mind being called an omega. Maybe it’s because of how he’s doing it? I like that it’s special, just for them, however it came to be.
“So close,” Honey whines.
Her glow intensifies, and I’m panting right along with her.
With my hand wrapped around my cock, I squeeze as Honey comes undone.
Lazarus moves his head out of the way, giving her access to the correct side of his neck, where she clamps down on him.
He groans out but trails his hands up her arm, neck, and into her hair.
He holds her to him, the bite stretching on.
It’s like magic seeing his shadow leave his body for hers. His skin turns dark gray at first, blocking the glow coming from her, before it presses into her, dulling the glow.
They’re locked together, his knot inside her, and I’m lost, panting, as Honey licks and kisses the mark before putting another one on his pec.
Lazarus hisses in pain but doesn’t complain verbally about the bite.
“For good measure,” Honey whispers, and Lazarus laughs.
I want to be touching her, I want to be the one inside her. But it’s nice being in this little bubble as a pack. It kinda feels like I’ve got it all for once. Not physically but emotionally. I’m content.
After a few minutes, Honey shifts, and Lazarus’s knot must have deflated slightly because she pushes up. The gown falls away from her tits, and I quickly try to cover her, but Honey shakes her head. “I’m too hot.”
Is it because the four of us are in a bed together, or is she going into heat? I know there was the warning, but I didn’t expect it to be true.
“Me next,” Phoenix groans.
“No,” Lazarus commands. “Zephyr next.”