53. Phoenix
Phoenix
Watching Honey swallow Laz’s cock and then his cum was the single hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. And I’ve watched quite a bit of porn. There’s just something about seeing two people you care about being together that really pushes it over the top.
Honey is watching me, and I bring her closer, kissing her lips and tasting Lazarus before murmuring against them, “I’m so ready to be yours.”
My head is throbbing, and I should lie back down. I should probably let Honey ride me like she did Zephyr and Laz, but I want her in my lap. No, what I want is to fuck her from behind, but we need to claim each other. We need to be face-to-face to get those mating marks in place.
Pushing up from the bed, I get lightheaded, and when I shake my head to clear it, my vision goes wonky.
“Lie down before you fall over.” Honey scolds me, gripping my biceps.
Her brow is furrowed, her bottom lip pouty. She pushes me backward and to the side.
Guess I’m getting ridden after all. I quit fighting, lying back while watching her. For a second, there are two of her, but my vision clears right as she crawls her way up my body. Her tits brush against my cock, then my stomach, and finally we’re chest to chest.
Honey kisses me, her tongue delving into my mouth. I get more of her and the taste of Laz. It’s my new favorite thing.
I purr for her, trying to show her every bit of appreciation I have.
Honey shuffles, lining her hips up with mine, and like she’s been doing this forever, her pussy finds my cock, and she sinks down onto me in a fluid movement.
She’s warm, wet, and squeezing me already. I close my eyes and relax into the way her body commands mine.
With a spin of her hips, Honey takes all of me, and my knot begins to swell. What is it about this omega that makes us all so quick to come? To knot her? Is it because she’s already in heat again? Or is it because we’re so closely matched that we’re lost without her?
I dig my nails into her ass, and she hisses but only uses it as encouragement to rise and fall over my cock again and again. Bringing my hand back between us, I find her clit with my index finger and brush it as she rides me.
“Phoenix,” she gasps.
“That’s it, Hon.” I encourage her. “Get so close to that edge. I know you want it.”
“Mmhmm,” Honey murmurs.
She lowers herself closer to me, drawing deep breaths of my scent while I’m lost in her mulled cider fragrance.
Slick is running down my balls, and her walls flutter around my cock. I’m close, and with my free hand, I pull her hair out of the way. Zephyr’s bite mark is almost healed on her neck already. Mine next.
Within seconds, Honey’s climax hits her, her pussy clenching around me, and her moan turns into a scream that is quickly muffled as she bites into me.
Different colored stars dance in my vision. My release follows hers, my knot swelling as I pump ropes of cum into her. I bite her as hard as I can, putting my mark into her skin next to Zephyr’s. I’m snarling and feeling every ounce of pleasure all at the same time.
Then the coolness of my shadow slinks off me and into Honey. Her body was warm before, but without my shadow, I’m practically on fire beneath her. But when the last bit of my shadow enters her, Honey’s glow is completely darkened. She’s back to the beautiful omega we’re used to seeing.
We’re lying at the bottom of the bed, not having made it back up next to Lazarus. I whisper in her ear, “I love you. I have since I first saw you. I hope you knew that already.”
Honey stiffens for a second. Then she kisses where she marked me. “I love you too.”