56. Honey
Honey
Everything is hot. I hate how the blankets are around me. The smells and the textures are all wrong. I’m trying really hard not to get mad. I don’t even know what there is to be mad about. Everything in my life is just fine.
I’m not alone. I’m not locked in the dark. I’m not fighting to just exist.
But if this shirt strangles my neck one more time, I’ll scream.
The movie ended an hour ago, and all of them are sleeping. The list of people’s names rolled by, and then the television went to a screen with options before turning itself off. Small lights around the bottom of the bed provide a soft glow, which helps with my fear of darkness.
“Sweetness, you’re okay. Let me help,” Zephyr whispers.
I didn’t even know he was awake.
He slides his hands around my waist and pushes my shirt up. They brush the sides of my breasts as I raise my hands over my head.
His touch soothes everything that feels wrong within me. With the shirt off, I collapse on him, needing more of his touch. But the fabric of his T-shirt bothers me, and I sit up.
Zephyr drapes a blanket over the top of himself and whispers, “Try again.”
The blanket changes the texture, and I can snuggle in against him. It feels good. But my core feels tight. I know I’m slick and sticky. I squeeze my legs together, trying to make the feeling go away.
Zephyr trails his hands down my body and under the waistband of my pants. The second his fingers touch my sensitive skin, my hips jolt forward on their own accord. It intensifies the touch, and my whole body spasms.
“That’s it,” Zephyr purrs.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I close them. Everything feels better now that he’s touching me.
When he pushes a little harder, a zip of pleasure rocks through me. I throw my head against the pillow behind me as I roll onto my back.
“Your clit is so sensitive, I love that about you.” He presses a kiss to my throat and then another. A third kiss as he works his way lower on my body, fingers never stopping their movement.
“Zephyr,” I gasp as his tongue rolls over one of my nipples.
He playfully teases a bite, then lavishes it with his tongue again. I arch into the pleasure of it all.
A kiss comes to my lower back and startles me.
I open my eyes. For some reason, I expected it to be Phoenix, but it’s not.
Lazarus has shuffled down the bed, locking his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants, and he begins pulling the fabric down my legs.
Gentle bites and kisses are peppered down my legs as he drags the fabric off my skin.
I can’t focus on Laz anywhere past my knees, though, because Zephyr wraps his hand around my jaw and drags my face back to his. He bites his bottom lip for a second before letting it go in a most delicious-looking move.
Then he purrs, “Eyes on me, I’m the one who is making you come.”
I want to obey, but Lazarus’s tongue slides up the back of my leg. I’m stuck trying to focus between the two of them as my whole body tingles with excitement.
Lazarus bites my butt, and I squeak in surprise, but Zephyr kisses me quiet before whispering, “Shhhh, Phoenix needs his sleep so he can be up with you after you tire Lazarus and me out.”
“I want all of you,” I whisper back. My brain helpfully supplies the feeling of Phoenix fucking me from behind while I rode Zephyr during my last heat, and how good it felt to pleasure Lazarus yesterday. “I want all of it.”
Zephyr draws his dark brown eyes away from me to look at Lazarus. A conversation ensues, but I can’t hear it, not in my head or aloud, and Lazarus rolls away.
Less than a second later, Phoenix groans a little. Laz must have woken him up. Despite the groan, Phoenix comes crawling closer on the bed, tongue deliciously darting out over his lip, a devious glint in his eye.
He nestles his head against mine. “Good morning, Hon.”
“I need —”
Zephyr presses his mouth against my open lips, wrapping his tongue around mine. For a split second, I remember the mirror and stiffen, but it feels too good. They’re meant to watch, to keep us safe, and they’ve seen others do this before.
“We know what you need, Honey.” Phoenix assures me with a low growl.
And just like that, my brain forgets all my worries.
Zephyr rolls away from me onto his back, pushing down his sweatpants, before his shadow pulls me toward him.
I’m gently deposited on his lap, straddling him. His cock brushes against my opening, and I shift my hips, trying to reposition myself so that I can take him. But when I move to sink down, an arm wraps around my waist.
Lazarus holds me still, his cock pressed between my butt cheeks as he does. Then he purrs, “Needy little omega.”
My body melts into his purr, and I’m no longer in a rush. I’m ready to do exactly what he says as long as he promises to make it feel good.
His shadow takes over holding me as he slides his hand under my butt.
With two of his fingers, he pulls slick from between my folds.
He drags it up to where his cock was slotted, rubbing it in, and then teases my second hole.
His fingers press against its resistance, and I involuntarily clench against him.
“Big,” I mumble as I try to relax.
“I’ll go slow, you’ll be okay.” Lazarus reassures me.
Not one to be ignored, Phoenix climbs up onto his knees and gets close to Laz and me. His cock pokes my hip, and his murky brown eyes catch my gaze. “It felt so good during your heat last time. You were begging for more.”
I don’t remember a lot of that. But I do remember feeling so full, and that’s what I want right now. I want to be so full. I need to have them all inside me.
I’m salivating at the idea. I’m drenched with slick as it runs down my thighs to where Zephyr and I are almost connected.
It feels like forever since I started straddling Zephyr, but finally, I’m allowed to take him into me. His cock stretches me so gently as it slides inside. It eases a little bit of the frenzy that has worked its way back into my system.
With my hands resting on Zephyr’s chest, I roll my hips, adjusting until he’s hitting me absolutely perfectly. But when I try to push off and slide back down, I’m stopped. Held in place by shadows. I don’t try to struggle. They’re helping, not hurting.
Phoenix turns my head back toward him again, and he kisses me, his tongue exploring my mouth and taking my breath away.
He kisses me while Lazarus pushes himself against my tightness from behind.
He kisses me while one of them fingers my center, bringing me closer to pleasure.
He kisses me through the initial shock of Lazarus pushing his dick into me and through the first agonizingly slow thrusts.
I’m lightheaded by the time he’s done kissing me. I wobble a bit but am supported by three shadows making sure I’m safe.
They guide me down until my forearms rest against Zephyr’s chest, his shadow taking all my weight.
I’m barely settled before I realize how good this position feels. Lazarus thrusts into me and almost slides me off Zephyr’s cock before dragging me back down it and pulling almost the entire way out of me. This rhythm of in and out is slow, unexpected, but has me craving each movement.
It’s not enough. I want more. I want all three of my alphas. I look at Phoenix, and he smirks, a sly little smile, before sliding his pants down his legs. His cock had been tenting them, and now that it’s free, I’m salivating.
“So needy.” He strokes himself.
I try to reach for it. I want to touch it too.
“You want my cock, Hon?” Phoenix is almost teasing me with it.
I nod, not at all forgetting that I’m sandwiched between Lazarus and Zephyr, that I’m so close to being completely filled.
But I won’t be ready to come until I’m totally full. I need to take all three.
Phoenix comes closer, and I wrap my hand around his cock, but it’s not enough. I lick my lips. “Please.”
“Only because you asked so nicely.” He finally brings his cock to my lips, and I lap at his head, the way he showed me with Lazarus.
I take it into my mouth and hollow my cheeks.
The burning sensation that had been spurring me to do all this settles, and I’m at peace to just enjoy the way they’re pleasuring me. And now I know for sure, this could never be a sin. It never was.
Phoenix cups my head and guides me onto his cock. I’m swallowing him down, taking every last bit of him.
My body tightens, everything tingling. I’m right on the edge of the most pleasure I’ve ever felt. The orgasm right there on the cusp. I chase it. Focusing on all the good things, the shadow playing with my clit, Zephyr and Lazarus both fucking me, and the salty taste of Phoenix in my mouth.
“That’s it, come for us.” Lazarus’s words have my wave of release crashing over me.
I’m the start of a chain reaction. My orgasm blows through me as Phoenix groans, filling my mouth. I swallow it down greedily.
Zephyr is next. He roars out, his body trembling beneath me as his knot inflates and locks us together. The resistance now of me being stuck tight to Zephyr changes Lazarus’s thrusts, and then he falls over the edge too. He groans, the sound deep and rumbling through me.
I expect pain from taking two knots, but somehow, all this play has warmed my body, or maybe it’s just the heat talking, that both knots fit inside me perfectly. The stretch feels good, not painful, and when Phoenix pulls his cock from my mouth, I sigh.
A shadow guides me down to lie on Zephyr’s chest. We roll together, all knotted up, to our sides, Lazarus behind me, and I find myself drifting off to sleep.
Zephyr’s hands slowly roam up and down my back, and I’m back to sleep in an instant.