Chapter Thirty-Seven
Theodore
Iland as smoothly as a gargoyle of my size can, trying not to jostle my little omega.
Heat. She’s in heat.
We are not prepared for this. My mind, used to commanding a squadron, runs ahead, trying to think of all the things we might need.
Fern whimpers in my arms, her knees pulling up closer to her chest.
“Oh fuck, sweetling, I’m sorry,” I whisper to her as Arch hits the balcony running. He heads straight for his room, which has the largest bed.
“Shit,” I rasp. “We don’t have a nest for her!”
From beside me, Ben answers, “I’m going to grab our blankets and pillows now, and bring them to Arch’s. Our scent will be soothing at least.”
I nod, feeling lost. “Can we bathe her?” I ask, looking at my little mate, still dirty and bloody from the battle. I don’t give a fuck, I just don’t think she’d like being this messy.
“After we knot her, maybe. She’s in pain,” he tosses over his shoulder.
Arch appears, rage clear on his face, as he holds out his arms for her. “She’s hurting??”
He takes her delicately and spins, snarling, “She’s hurting and we can fix it? But we didn’t take care of her before leaving?”
“Off,” I hear her thin voice emerge and I jog to catch up to Arch.
As he heads to his bed, I see her pulling at her shirt weakly, sweat dripping down her face.
“Off, please,” she gasps.
Arch lays her down tenderly and we proceed to strip her as fast as we can in a delicate manner. Each time we move one of her limbs, she moans and rolls aimlessly.
By the time she’s nude, my eyes are filled with tears. My center. My omega.
Ben enters, carrying a large pitcher filled with apple juice and several toys and lube.
“She needs to be knotted. Probably everywhere, from the reports of the first year chimes.”
Arch glowers. “We’re going to speak of this more later, Benjamin, for I am angry at your withholding of pertinent information. But for now, tell us what our omega needs.”
“Omega?” Fern whispers, her big brown eyes coherent.
Ben sits next to her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “Yes, flower. It’s a lot to explain, but you are a special soul, your body needs certain gargoyles in your life, for our pheromones and... love. We’ll take care of you. This pain will pass. You must trust us. We’ll help you through this.”
She studies him and slowly nods. But a pain must hit her for she curls up in a fetal position as she moans.
He turns to us, “She’s going to be in and out of it. She needs a knot in every hole. It will ease the pain, and our seed will help as well. Once she’s through the first wave, we can bathe her and explain things better. But for now....”
“How am I supposed to fuck her when she’s in so much pain?” I grit out.
Arch looks exasperated. “When you could stop it? Stones, Theo, get your dick out and help our mate!”
As he says this, he is undressing, palming his half-ready cock.
He’s right, I could put my dick in her right now, given our hardness even at rest. I just don’t like the idea of it.
“Come smell her, Theo,” Ben responds, gentler. “You’ll know what she needs.”
I nod as I tug off my shirt, shucking my pants quickly before climbing onto the bed over her. I bury my face in her hair and breathe in.
Fuck, she smells incredible. Like soil and salt, everything growing and good.
As I sniff her, her little hands come around my neck, nails digging—harmlessly—into my flesh as her face turns, pressing her cheek against mine.
Tenderness fills me and I roll us quickly, even as my cock is rock hard and ready.
My wings tuck low and tight as I settle flat on my back.
It’s not a position we spend much time in, but I need to get Fern’s ass and pussy accessible and she’s in too much pain to manage to hold her body in any manner for long.
She lays limply on top of me and makes a happy sound. I stroke her back tenderly.
“Your skin is so cool and wonderful,” she whispers.
Arch climbs between our legs.
“Alright, little rebel, we’re here to help. Where does it hurt?”
She pants, pressing her face against me harder. “Everywhere.”
Ben steps behind us.
“Flower, we’ve fucked you before, but we’ve never allowed ourselves to knot you. It means our cocks will swell inside you. And we must take your bottom as well,” he explains in a firm voice.
She whimpers and I see Arch place a hand on her back.
“Ohhh,” she gasps, eyelids fluttering and I can only assume one of them has his fingers in her ass.
My guess is proved correct when her body faintly rocks on top of mine as both of them start to purr.
Mine rumbles up even though I’m sorrowful for my little omega. My purr will help her, so I must. I rub her back as she struggles weakly, body tense.
“Easy, sweetling,” I say, again sniffing her, willing my alpha hormones that I’ve spent most of my life trying to keep in check to flare up and make this easier for me.
“Here we go, omega,” Arch says love in his voice, “I’ll go slowly, love.”
She arches her back and moans but suddenly drops down on my chest, panting.
“Atta girl, that was the hardest part,” Ben praises, his tail stroking her thigh.
Fuck, I am an asshole, I realize, my eyes on my little omega’s pinched face. Make this easier for me? I’m so fucking self-absorbed. She’s the one that is really struggling. Shame bubbles in my gut and I look to Ben. His eyes are large and sorrowful as well.
“What do I do?” I demand.
“Get in her, Theo.”
“Yeah, now,” Arch adds tightly, frozen on his knees between our thighs. “I’ll work more up her after you’re inside her cunt. Hopefully that alone will take the edge off for her.”
I reach between our bodies and line my heavy cock up. To my surprise, she’s soaked.
Ben must sense my shock because he explains, “She’s responding to the heat. To our pheromones. Her body knows what it wants.”
I press my hips up, her hot flesh parting for me and I bite down a moan. Fern lifts her head, and our eyes meet.
“There you are, sweetling,” I whisper, my hand going to her cheek. She presses her body down onto my cock, whimpering in a pleased manner.
“Easy,” I hear Arch say as he shifts back a bit.
“Let her work herself on you both,” Ben mutters as he crawls around us.
Soon her wet body is pressed to mine. She didn’t even slow at my—not inflated—knot.
“Alright, omega, here it comes up your ass now,” Arch rumbles, “Nice and slow. Stay relaxed, love.”
She moans but her face turns to me and she kisses me. Her tongue is in my mouth before I can even contemplate what is going on; that she, my angry little bride, is desperate for my kiss. Our first real kiss, I realize, and my hands cup the back of her head as I explore her mouth.
As she breaks away to breathe I bring both my hands to her face. I gaze into her now-soft eyes and can see that she is with us right now.
Arch’s cock presses against mine through her thin flesh and she lets out a little sound but I can’t tell if it’s relief or not.
“Fuck,” I curse, finding myself suddenly on edge, “Fern, omega, I’m going to finish.”
“Good,” Ben purrs, from near our heads. “She needs it.”
“Stones, she’s incredible,” Arch whimpers, buried inside her.
“Kiss me, Ben,” she demands suddenly and he bends.
I watch them kiss over me and I lose the tenuous grip I had. My cock throbs as my balls pull up and I start to paint her insides with my seed. The pleasure closes my eyes even though I want to watch my bond mates kiss.
“Smell her,” Ben nearly yells.
I bury my face in her neck, inhaling her rich forest-soil scent deeply as my orgasm fades.
As my muscles ease, I feel it. My knot is aching unusually. And, breathing in Fern’s scent again, I start to swell.
It’s wonderful in a strange manner. Fern gasps, looking down at me.
Arch—very cautiously— is fucking our omega over us.
He leans his body down over her and she turns her face, kissing him passionately.
He groans and leans back, and I can see the devotion in his face.
“Here, flower,” Ben says, kneeling and palming his cock. “A knot in every hole and you’ll be much closer to feeling better.”
She makes a skeptical sound—to our chuckles—but takes his cock in her mouth as she leans out a bit from my body.
More and more of my seed enters my mate as my knot pulses pleasurably.
“Fuck, love, here it comes,” Arch grits out, hips still moving close and easy.
“Stay deep,” Ben cautions, “And smell her.”
Arch bends down over her, hips slapping softly, burying his nose in her hair. A long whine escapes from between his gritted teeth.
Fern whimpers around Ben’s cock and I can only assume that Arch is swelling too.
Ben grips the base of his cock hard. “Swallow it down, my little omega,” he purrs, chest rumbling.
Another jet of cum escapes me and I shiver as the small orgasm takes me. I brush Fern’s hair back from her face where she is working Ben’s cock hard.
“Good girl,” he praises and his muscles tense. He grabs Fern’s head and thrusts the rest of his cock down her throat.
“Breathe, sweetling, you can do it. Let him in.” My purr strengthens, nervous for this mouth knot that Ben spoke of.
She swallows dutifully, eyes closed in clear bliss. Arch settles himself into a more comfortable position.
“Good, fuck, so good, Fern,” Ben whispers, bent over her, his nose as close to her hair as he can get it, wings extended high above us.
He gasps and a moan escapes him.
“Yeah,” I say, slightly salty still, “It’s an odd feeling.”
“Yes, it is rather unusual,” he manages. He must come again for he pants hard for a moment. “I’ll have to document the sensations later.”
Arch snorts, his tail winding around to stroke Ben’s back.
“The notes show that the knot in an omega’s mouth deflates much quicker than ones in other parts of the body.”
“That’s good,” Arch grumbles.
I come again. “Fuuuuck,” I whine, getting oversensitive. “She’s going to be full of our seed.”
“Yes, that is the idea,” Ben mutters as he strokes Fern’s face devotedly. My tail is still rubbing her back and I can see the movement of Arch’s arm, probably rubbing her thigh. Fern’s eyes are closed and her body lax. She might even be dozing.
“Is she in pain?” I ask quietly.
“She should be in only minor discomfort if anything, at this point. Oh–arghh–”
His cock slips limply from her mouth, knot still slightly swollen. He quickly cups her chin as her eyes open.
“Swallow that last bit, flower, get it down,” he encourages.
She does and suddenly, she seems to fully wake. Her eyes stare down at me and fear settles in the pit of my stomach like a boulder.
“Theo,” she says, voice calm, and a smile breaks out across her face. “I knew you guys would come for me.”
Arch barks out a laugh and bends over her back. I hear him kissing her repeatedly, wherever he can reach. Her eyes close in pleasure even as she leans down to kiss me.
Ben stretches out on his stomach, his face near ours and she kisses him too.
“You don’t hate us?” Arch finally asks, voice more vulnerable than I’ve ever heard it.
“Mmm,” she starts, a smile creeping across her face, “A bit, but it doesn’t seem like I have much choice in the matter.”
I fake-snarl and press my arm between our bodies. “My little omega must be horny, this full of her alphas’ cum, huh, sweetling?”
My fingers find her clit, her and my pleasure spread wetly over her flesh. I use the pads of two fingers to circle and she squeals.
“Ohh, I’m gonna—”
We all purr. “Yes, that’s exactly right, omega,” Arch growls, and his hand traces around my cock locked in her tight pussy. “We’re going to make you come again and again until you forget about that ‘bit’ of hatred.”
She laughs, the sound free and easy. It cuts off into a whimper as her hips rock into me.
“Good girl,” I affirm, “Come on my knot. Grip me even harder, omega. Our perfect little firebrand center.”
And she does, over and over again, to our purrs and praise.