Chapter 34
Magnus
Our omega is resting so peacefully, and I can’t stop rubbing my cock.
Watching her have fun with my packmates drove me near mad with desire, but I thought I would calm down once she fell asleep. Yet I’m still just as desperate for her.
I don’t understand my body’s reaction. It’s not as if I can wake her up with my cock. I’m not even sure she’ll be able to take it, despite what I told her earlier.
If it’s too much, I’ll just have her lick me instead, and I’ll use everything else I have to offer on her.
The image that conjures up makes me growl, and Hestia stirs. I force myself to stop so I don’t wake her. Charm and Henri’s knots haven’t released yet, and she should get some rest while she can.
Once she’s awake, her heat will demand more.
I need to distract myself until then.
I glance at Orion, who hasn’t taken his eyes off her. His cock is dripping, but his hands are on his thighs, waiting obediently.
Maybe he should go first. I’ll have to take it slow with Hestia, so it will be awhile until he gets to knot her, and he’s not allowed to touch himself in the meantime.
Although I’m not sure he minds. Orion’s end of the bond is all throbbing pleasure as he waits for her next command.
A grunt brings my attention back to the others just in time to see Cato come on his own chest. I roll my eyes at him, sprawled out next to the threesome. He started up again almost as soon as Hestia fell asleep, watching her intently.
He really should save his energy even if he has been pent up. He’ll have plenty of chances to come with Hestia.
Besides his neediness, Cato has been behaving. I’ve been monitoring him, but he hasn’t tried to get out of his muzzle. I know Cato likes Hestia, but I wasn’t sure how his alpha would act around her. Based on the come now covering him, it appears he’s just as obsessed with her.
Cato makes no move to clean himself off, still watching Hestia sleep.
I slow my strokes so I don’t end up in the same position. I want to save it all for her.
Eventually, Charm and Henri shift as their knots release, and a flood of come leaks out. I growl at the mixture of their scents with our omega.
Hestia barely stirs as her stomach deflates and the mess covers her, but from what I’ve read about heats, she’ll be up soon enough wanting more.
I was right, our omega slowly wakes, rubbing her face against Charm’s chest.
“How do you feel?” Henri asks, stroking her hair.
“Okay,” Hestia says, but she’s pouting.
“Just okay?” Charm says, tilting her face up.
“Yes,” she says, somehow pouting harder.
Henri squeezes the back of her neck and commands, “Tell us what’s wrong.”
“Your knots aren’t in me anymore,” she whines.
The three of us laugh but quickly stifle it when Hestia glares at us.
“We’ll get you more knots soon,” Charm says.
“You were so perfect for us. Such a good omega,” Henri soothes her.
Cato pushes between them, rubbing his face against her neck.
Hestia melts in their arms.
“You took us so well, but we need to make sure you’re feeling okay. We wouldn’t be good alphas if we didn’t,” Charm says.
“Are you sure you’re ready for more?” Henri asks.
She nods and says, “I’m ready. I can do it, alpha.”
I grip my cock hard so I don’t lose it at hearing Hestia trying to convince us we should knot her.
“You want more of our come, don’t you, omega?” Charm says, and she nods again, panting.
“You did so good taking three of us,” Henri says, petting her hair. “Do you think you can handle Magnus?”
Hestia looks at me, or more accurately, my cock.
“Need more,” she whimpers.
She looks so good like this, hungry for us. I thought Hestia looked perfect when we went skating and decorated the station and—all the time, really. But I love seeing her like this too, still sweet and so needy.
Charm and Henri lay her on the mattress and pull Cato away. He growls but moves back. He’s already rubbing his cock, so obviously isn’t too upset about being denied for now.
Hestia watches me crawl to her, eyes riveted on my dripping cock.
She parts her legs, putting her feet flat on the mattress and bringing her knees up so I have a clear view of her messy pussy.
I groan, wishing I could sink into her now, no easing into it, just pushing in and telling her to take it.
But I stop just short and spread her legs even wider, watching as my packmates’ come trickles out. She’s covered in it, from the last spurts of Cato’s come decorating her face to Orion coming on her chest, along with everything on her lower half.
Hestia whines when I continue to stare without touching her.
“Are you going to be a good omega for me?” I say.
She nods eagerly.
“Then don’t rush me. Unless you think you can take this with no warmup?” I say, grabbing my cock.
She whines again and reaches for it. I slap her pussy just hard enough to get her attention. Hestia jolts and stares at me wide-eyed. Her perfume blooms around us and fresh slick glistens on her lips.
“I didn’t say you could have it yet,” I say.
“But I want it, alpha,” she says, pouting again.
“You’re not ready for it.”
“Yes, I am! They already stretched me out. I can take you, alpha,” she says breathily.
It’s hard to think clearly when she calls me alpha, so I rub her pussy to distract her. It works. Hestia moans and her head drops back.
My palm alone is bigger than her cunt. I coat it in slick and come, massaging the area rather than targeting anything specific. She arches her hips for more.
I slide my middle fingers into her pussy, and she bucks against me. I spread them to stretch her while I tease her.
My other hand shifts to my cock, gripping tightly just above the knot to hold back my excitement.
Hestia tightens around me as I go deeper, slowly adding more fingers. My movements get faster and faster in time with her whines, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, until finally she clamps down on me.
I finger her through her orgasm, though her pussy is so tight it’s like she’s trying to lock me inside her. She squirts on me as she comes, and getting coated in her sweet, fruity scent is the best reward. I want to bathe in it.
When Hestia goes limp, I remove my fingers, though I can’t help stroking her gently while she recovers. Her pussy is like silk, soft and inviting. I can’t wait to see it wrapped around my cock.
The edges of my vision are dark, my alpha pressing against me. All I see is my omega. She’s all I smell, all I hear.
It takes me too long to realize what this feeling is.
I’ve never been anywhere close to a rut before.
I try to focus on something besides my omega’s lush body and force myself back, sprawling next to her.
I can’t lose control. If I rush things, I could seriously hurt her. I don’t know if my alpha, lost in a rut, would be aware enough not to push our mate past her limits.
The tunnel vision recedes, solidifying my plan to have Orion go first. That will give me time to prepare myself mentally since I’m clearly not ready yet.
“Play with Orion first. I want to watch,” I tell her, hoping she doesn’t notice how hard I’m breathing.
Thankfully she takes my bait and focuses on Orion waiting patiently for her.
She glances back at me for approval, and my lips twitch into a smile. “Be a good girl and tell him what to do.”
Hestia whimpers and calls him over.
Orion crawls to her and she says, “Lick their come off me,” pausing before adding, “and out of me.”
I love hearing her cute little voice ordering the big alpha around, let alone the dirty things she’s saying.
Orion immediately faceplants in her pussy.
Her happy noises fill the room along with the enthusiastic sounds of Orion eating her out.
Annnd Cato is back, his head propped up next to Hestia’s hip. He watches avidly as Orion licks her, feeling it vicariously through him. I feel bad Cato won’t get to taste her, but we can’t risk removing his muzzle.
Orion does something to make Hestia clamp her thighs around his head, but he doesn’t falter, and her whines increase in pitch.
Cato growls and gets on his knees, watching Hestia’s face as he strokes his cock. His pace increases as her whines turn breathless.
She arches her back and her mouth falls open as she comes. Cato comes with her, painting her stomach and tits before moving to her face.
Even after Hestia’s legs go limp and fall to the mattress, Orion keeps licking. She squirms at the overstimulation until she musters the energy to pull him away.
Orion’s face is covered in her slick, and as ordered he licked our packmates’ come out of her. But because of Cato, her upper half is even more of a mess now.
Hestia pulls Orion up to her breasts and tells him to clean them off.
He licks away the come, pausing only to suck her nipples. She digs her fingers into his shoulders, quickly reduced to mindless noises again.
Orion doesn’t stay in one place for long, seeming intent on actually cleaning her. After her breasts are done, he moves lower, squeezing her curves and licking the swell of her stomach. She squeals when he sticks his tongue in her bellybutton.
Cato watches, unconcerned, as his handiwork is wiped away.
Hestia giggles when Orion licks her nose. He cleans her cheeks and licks her lips without touching them with his own. She opens her mouth in invitation, but Orion ignores it.
The white streaks disappear, leaving only her flushed cheeks and red lips. Only once he’s satisfied that her face is clean does Orion tug her jaw open and lick inside.