Twenty-Two #4
It takes enormous effort just to get the tip in, the exquisite agony of how good she feels taking us both, possibly the best thing I’ve ever seen or felt. The guys are groaning in their own quiet ways around us as I push in further, giving small thrusts to get myself coated in her wonderful slick.
She lets go of my wrist without sealing it, leaving my blood to drip along her pretty neck in a tempting way.
She’s a goddess with her head thrown back and my blood on her skin, but I’m too focused on getting our bodies to join that I don’t stop Calloway from cleaning me up and sealing the puncture wound.
“Gods look at you, Omega. Taking two of your alphas so damn well. This cunt was made for this, wasn’t it? So fucking greedy for it.”
She’s nodding furiously, mouth open in a silent scream. At least it is, until Jos starts tapping the head of his dick against her plush lips, feeding her in another way. She sucks him down nearly as ravenously as she did my blood, choking on him and fucking loving it.
It almost doesn’t even matter we’re in this sad imitation of a nest instead of home, because I’m realizing here that home is more of a state of mind. No one is fighting each other, no one is trying to resist anything, and Fable is flourishing because of it.
Well, to be fair, she could be flourishing because of the three dicks currently penetrating her, but who’s actually tracking that?
“I swear to the gods if you don’t finish the job in the next ten seconds, Monet, I’m going to explode and it will be completely your fault,” Moon bites out.
“You ready to take all of me, Omega? You still want my knot?”
She nods emphatically around a mouthful of Jos, eyes locked on me as I slam home in one, final thrust. Moon’s dick feels like rebar against mine, and it’s such an odd sensation to be rubbing up together like this, but it kind of feels incredible.
He grabs my hand from where it’s holding onto Fable’s thigh, fingers lacing with mine as I basically fuck both of them.
I wonder if he ever thinks about the early days of us forming a pack, when we were fresh and young and unafraid to experiment. When we knew being pack meant enjoying each other’s bodies when the need rose, way before any women came in and tried to carve pieces of us out?
I lean down and press a kiss to his forehead, then Fable’s, getting lost in the slip of all of us together. It takes a lot of effort, at first, to make any sort of rhythm, but it’s not long before she’s stretched enough to take us both incredibly well.
That’s when I hit my stride, balls slapping into Moon’s knot as I slam into her root to tip, testing the limits of the bed they’ve got bolted to the floor and wall.
My knot is incessant, wanting into the tight hold of Fable, and it honestly feels like it will be impossible to do that with Moon inside of her.
One look from my darling omega though, telling me I better fucking not remove him or hold back, and she’s screaming as I’m slowly, almost painfully, wedging my knot into her.
Now I’m the one sweating, one at risk for exploding. Or more aptly, imploding.
With Moon’s fingers in mine I get my knot fully inside, locking us into place.
Moon detonates, the hot pulse of him coating me as it fills our girl, making my dick react similarly.
I can’t hold back, can’t stop my hips from stuttering into her, even though each tug of her body is so good it’s painful.
We’re testing her body’s elasticity, but Fable looks more relaxed than she has in weeks, an enormous smile on her face as she just sits there and takes it.
Before I collapse, I get the guys to help us turn so we’re all on our sides, Fable passed out before Moon’s even able to get his bicep under her head.
So we lie there like that, the sound of the rest of my pack jacking off, the sterile walls of our room and a thin hospital blanket draped over us, the deepest pleasure I’ve ever felt connecting me to Moon, and our omega, and by proxy the rest of my pack.
Moon starts licking at her infected bond marks, trying to clean them, and it’s clear they’re already starting to heal.
She’s allowing herself to accept them, allowing herself, even if its subconsciously, to latch onto the alphas that finally showed up for her, that are going to spend the rest of our lives making up for what she’s been through.
I vaguely hear someone checking in with the nurses and arranging for discharge papers so we can get Fable home, a few of them heading out immediately so they can get her nest set up.
No one mentions the tears in my eyes at the thoughtfulness they take upon themselves, because ‘pack’ means something now.
We’re not just trying to make it work with an omega we didn’t know about, we’re actively building a life together, from this point forward.
No one is holding anything back or acting like they’re too important to completely humble themselves for the scrap of a woman swallowing two alpha dicks without blinking, because she’s the center of our lives now and it feels really damn good.