Chapter 44
Hestia
Despite all the flirting we’ve been doing since I started dating my bosses, we haven’t gone any further than holding hands.
They planned plenty of fun dates for us at home, and we’ve really deepened our connection. I feel like I know them so much better now, even though it’s only been a week. Allowing ourselves to be honest about our feelings removed a barrier between us.
And that includes the scent barrier. We stopped using descenters and suppressants and air filters. Now the station is full of our mingled scents.
It’s comforting, smelling my pack no matter where I am and having their scents all over me.
We’re approaching the end of our shift, so soon we’ll be able to have covert dates in town. They’re already planning to take me to the street fair at the Winterfalls Festival.
It’s risky, but I’m sure we can manage to date in public without seeming like we’re dating. Just six teammates, out on the town, totally platonic, acting like I don’t know what their cocks taste like. I can pull that off.
Speaking of their cocks, I know I agreed we should take things slow, but how slow is slow? I’m ready to jump back into the physical side of things, or do some mouth stuff at least.
We haven’t even kissed since my heat. It’s torture. Surely they don’t want to go this slow for much longer.
Tonight is the first evening we don’t have a date planned, so I won’t be getting any tongue today.
Orion said he had paperwork to deal with, and I’m sure the others have things to do too since we’ve been spending most of our free time together.
At least I’ll get to hang out with Cato. I don’t even know what chores he’s responsible for. He never does them when I’m around, and unless I’m in my rooms, he’s right by my side.
I’m going to do some knitting, which means Cato will be cuddling me. Knitting is much more fun that way, plus he makes sure my yarn never gets tangled.
I grab my knitting bag after making sure I didn’t accidentally put my other project in it.
Cato is waiting in the hall, and he takes the bag from me before following me to the living room.
Henri is already here, and I sit on the couch nearby. He smiles and, after asking how my socks are progressing, goes back to reading Big Tex & Pete Moss: A Rolling Truck Gathers No Heartbreak.
The others gradually trickle in. Orion has his paperwork, Charm is braiding rope, and Magnus is flipping through seed catalogues.
Even though we’re doing our own thing, we’re together.
I smile as I knit, pleased to be surrounded by my pack.
It’s a lovely evening, and I almost forget about my desire to hop on their cocks.
After dinner, I hang around the kitchen while they clean up, and then we return to the living room to relax.
We’re quiet, winding down after a long day, a long few weeks on call. It’s comfortable, like we’ve been together for decades. I don’t need anything more.
Eventually the fire gets low, and Orion gets up to tend to it.
He adds wood, bending over to adjust the logs.
Oh.
Oh no.
I was wrong.
I’m still desperately horny.
I can’t stop staring at Orion’s ass.
His pants are snug around his muscular ass and thick thighs. Seeing them reminds me of how his body tensed under mine as I rode him, straining not to come until I allowed him to.
Orion stands up, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s watching me because the front looks as good as the back. My eyes snap up to his, and I blush and look away only to find the others staring at me too.
“I’m sorry,” I say, covering my face.
“Why are you sorry?” Orion asks.
“Because you wanted to take things slow, and I’m ruining it,” I say, my perfume hanging heavy around us.
“You don’t need to hide your feelings from us,” Henri says.
A whine slips out before I can stop it. Cato and Charm hug me, purring.
“But you said you didn’t want to be intimate yet,” I whimper.
Everyone replies at the same time so I only pick up some of what they’re saying, but it all seems to be protesting they didn’t mean that.
“Quiet!” Orion barks.
The other alphas stop talking instantly. Since his bark wasn’t directed at me, it washes over me without effect.
“When we talked about our relationship, I didn’t mean we couldn’t be intimate. I just didn’t want you to feel pressured into sleeping together immediately simply because we had before,” Orion says.
“If you want to get closer, we have no objections. We can do as much or as little as you want,” Charm says.
“It’s always up to you, little omega. We want you however you’ll have us,” Magnus says.
“Oh. Okay. That’s good. I’m sorry, I guess I just assumed,” I say, already calmer thanks to their cuddling.
“Don’t apologize for your feelings,” Orion says.
“So, are you ready to take what you want, pet?” Cato asks, standing and dropping his sweatpants in one movement.
His cock springs out, already hard and thick.
His packmates’ protests die off as I lick it. He tastes just as rich and velvety as I remember. Cato loosely tangles his fingers in my hair, following my head rather than directing it.
Charm presses against my back and carefully digs his teeth into my neck, making me moan. Cato takes the opportunity to push his cock deeper. I suck on him happily, eager for more after all these weeks without it.
“Orion,” Cato growls, voice lower than normal.
“I’m going,” Orion says.
Charm slides his hands under my shirt, rolling my nipples between his fingers.
Cato pulls me off his cock, despite digging my fingers into his thighs, trying to keep my mouth on him. I whine, but he has the muzzle on now and can’t respond.
“You’re sure about this?” Orion asks me.
“Yes! I want you, everywhere, now,” I say breathlessly.
Orion looks like he’s overthinking again, worried that Cato was being pushy when I’ve been missing his cock every hour of every day since I last had it.
“Take your clothes off and kneel over there until I’m ready for you,” I say.
I don’t wait to see if he’ll listen, but Orion is already half undressed by the time I get my mouth back on Cato.
Charm gets my flannel pants off without disrupting my sucking. He leaves my fuzzy socks in place and lifts my shirt, getting my arms through before temporarily pulling me off Cato to remove it.
Cato finally takes over, thrusting into my throat, and I relax for him. I play with his knot while he moves my head. He growls when I squeeze his balls, making his hips jerk.
Charm kneels in front of me and lifts my legs onto his shoulders, tilting me back on the couch. Cato adjusts to the new position without missing a thrust.
Charm massages my lips, rubbing my slick around. He circles just at the edge of my clit, teasing without directly touching it.
When his tongue hits me, I clamp my legs around his head, and he digs in. I fist one hand in his hair and hold on to Cato’s knot with the other.
It doesn’t take long for me to come after being denied for weeks, and I gush all over Charm’s face. He keeps going, hands on my ass, face buried in my pussy as he devours me.
Cato pulls me away from him and flips us so I’m straddling him on the couch.
I try to impale myself on his cock, but he grabs my hips before I can. I whine as Cato ever so slowly lowers me down his shaft. He keeps going until his knot hits my lips. I dig my nails into his shoulders, legs trembling at the sensation of being stuffed full.
He lets me rest for a moment before pulling me back up just as slowly.
I can feel every inch, every millimeter, every vein, as he drags my pussy up and down his cock. His eyes are intense, flicking between my face and watching his cock disappear inside me.
My slick creates a puddle in his lap as each slow stroke brings me further and further over his knot. It’s like a deep stretch after a long nap, intense and satisfying.
Eventually we move past the point of no return, and Cato drags me down until his knot is snugly inside me.
My head drops to his chest as it inflates. It’s always so much, I feel like I can’t take any more, but somehow his knot keeps growing until I’m stuck tight on him.
Cato pulls my head up and presses his face against mine. The leather muzzle is smooth and warm. I kiss over his mouth, and he comes in me with a growl, cock jerking as he fills me up.
He keeps going until my abdomen bulges with come, his knot ensuring none escapes.
My thighs tingle, but I hold back my own orgasm. I want to focus on Cato, sink into his tight grip, memorize the way his breath hitches, how it feels to have him buried deep inside, giving me everything.
But Cato isn’t pleased that I didn’t come with him. He thrusts against me, grinding my clit against his pubic bone, the sensation amplified with his knot pressing on my G-spot.
I let Cato bounce me on his lap as I lick and bite his chest, wanting more of him. He strokes my ass, rubbing slick between my cheeks before circling my other entrance.
I whimper, desperate for it, but unsure anything else will fit. Those days during my heat when I took three of them at a time feel so far away now.
My mind goes blank though as he works a finger in, quickly adding a second. My omega body is pliable enough to allow it without further preparation. He adds a third and thrusts, stretching me. My pussy clenches when he presses against his knot, my inner walls trapped between them.
Cato speeds up, and I think he has four fingers in me now, and then I’m coming.
I clamp down so hard he can’t move, and my whole body trembles as I come.
I gasp as my orgasm fades. I think I forgot to breathe.
Cato frees his fingers and spreads my cheeks for Charm. He coats his cock in my slick and pushes against my hole. I whine at the pressure.
“You can take it, omega. Be a good girl and let me in,” Charm says.
I try to do what he says, but I can’t relax with them pressing against my most sensitive spots.
“Be good for your alpha and let me have your ass,” he says.
“I can’t,” I whine, even though I want it.
“You can. You’ve done it before. It felt so good being buried deep inside you with my packmates. Don’t you want to feel that again? Take my cock as deep as it will go while Cato has you knotted?” Charm says.
He kisses the back of my neck while I do my best to open for him. His cock is so much bigger than Cato’s fingers though.
Charm murmurs praise and sweet things and filthy things until he’s buried deep inside me like he promised.
I’m reduced to whimpers and moans, which cut off as Henri presses his cock against my lips. His precum on my tongue is sugary sweet, and I swallow him down.
Charm is still whispering encouragement in my ear, though some of it is incoherent. Either he’s too lost in fucking me or I’m too lost in him to tell.
I thought before it was because of the heat haze, but even clearheaded, I’m drowning in them.
Charm’s words come back into focus when he grabs my neck and says, “I’m going to knot you now, omega, and you’re going to come on our cocks.”
His hips snap forward, and he pushes hard. Cato sneaks his fingers between us to rub my clit.
I moan around Henri’s cock, my nose brushing his knot. He groans at the vibration, and warmth fills my stomach as he comes suddenly before knotting my mouth.
With one last sharp thrust, Charm’s knot pops inside and inflates. The pressure pulls me into an orgasm with him, a riot of fireworks inside me as they fill me up.
When I’m done, I slump against Cato. He pulls his hand out from between us and holds it up to Henri, who sucks my slick off his fingers with a moan.
The sight sets off another flutter of excitement, but I’m too tired to do anything about it just yet.