Chapter 17
Everything around me is fading into the background, other than these men, and the scent in the air that makes me feel like I'm right where I need to be.
Zeke sits on the bed, facing me, his arms wrapping around me in a loose hug.
The fragrance of his lavender licks across my skin, easing my tension and awakening my nerves.
James' grin is laced with an almost wicked excitement. He's standing up straighter than he was before, and his eyes are sparkling, though I'm not sure whether it's with excitement or lust or something else.
Seb is relaxing behind us, leaning against the bedhead. The pops of basil and waft of petrichor both settle something inside me and awaken something else.
Zeke leans forward slightly, and cups my cheek with one of his hands. My eyes close, my face is leaning into his touch. His thumb strokes along my cheekbone.
My skin is alight with nervous hunger.
"Now, Seb. Do you see how Zeke is touching her?" James' voice is low and quiet.
"Yes, Sir."
A rumble emerges from James. "It's not sexual, and it won't be until she tells him or shows him that's what she wants. And, most importantly, there's absolutely no risk of anyone suffocating."
I try, and fail, to muffle the giggle that escapes. Zeke's chest is bouncing with suppressed laughter, but his thumb doesn't stop its gentle pattern across my skin. "What word, Dellie?"
"Mmmm. More."
The warmth of his face radiates over my skin as he leans towards me. The brush of his lips against my neck leaves goosebumps running behind it. I shiver.
"Does that feel good, darling?" he whispers into my clavicle.
"Yes," I breathe. Ever-so-lightly, Zeke's other hand is scratching up and down my spine. I feel my nipples pull tight. I arch my back towards his fingers unconsciously, chasing the pressure. "More." My voice is husky.
A firmer yet softer broad hand gently lands on the back of my neck. James fists my hair by the roots at the nape of my neck in a move that makes my insides turn to custard, and turns me to face him. "If you want more, little Omega, you'll need to help keep things ergonomic. Understand?"
The little twinges of Seb's chest as he swallows his laughter catch the corner of my eye. I bite back a smile. "Yes, Sir."
The gentle caress James smooths over my cheek with his other hand sends a fresh gush of slick down the inside of my thigh.
My omega is desperate to get his scent all over me, and rubs against his palm.
He smiles, releases my hair, and leans over Seb, grabbing a couple of pillows from the far side of the bed, plonking a thick, soft one on the mattress in front of me.
The smooth pillowcase brushes against the skin just below my navel.
"I want you to stand in front of me, feet on the floor, facing the bed, and then lean down until you touch the pillow. Take your weight on your forearms."
My skin prickles with anticipation. It isn't a request. But there's a part of me that seems to really like that. I stand where James showed me and bend down, leaning my chest on the pillow. My butt is sticking out and the angle is a bit awkward.
"Hmmmm. No, that's not great for your lower back." He runs an evaluative hand down my torso, making me shiver. "Ah. I know. Seb?" A warm touch is brushing down the back of my right leg, then wandering up my inner thigh, making my core pulse and my pussy twitch.
"Yeah, Sir?" I can hear mirth and warmth in his voice, but also something more primal.
"If you're going to be having a lesson, you'll need to be able to see things properly. Come and sit in front of Dellie."
Seb crawls over, following James' finger. I look up at Seb's face. It's wrapped up in a wry expression.
"Seb, help hold Dellie up. And I hope you notice how her feet are under the bed and knees are pressed against the side of the mattress to prevent unintended travel."
There's a soft chuckle from Seb as I push myself up onto my hands, and Seb slips his arms under my armpits, wrapping my chest in a hug.
I wrap my arms around his neck. I'm almost upright, my legs straight but spread, my body leaning slightly forward.
Seb is sitting in front of me. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, and one of his hands is buried in my hair.
I thrust my nose into his neck, breathing in his addictive musk and petrichor.
Hands—I'm not sure whose now—brush over my skin in all directions, leaving trails of goosebumps and tingles in their wake.
I shudder out a moan, my "more" muffled by Seb's neck.
Over the whispering of hands slowly dragging across my skin, I hear something flop on the ground behind me with a quiet thud, and something soft presses gently against my ankles.
Knees nudge my feet slightly further apart, and warm fingers graze up my calves, then my thighs.
They whisper across my folds, sending shivers of longing through me.
I can't even think about being embarrassed by the surge in my perfume, I'm so caught up in the sensation. I shudder, another moan slipping out.
"More. Please," I breathe into Seb's ear. His fingers twirl my hair, his nails graze my scalp, dragging zips of pleasure behind them, almost perfectly matching pace with the teasing fingers that tantalising brush back and forth between my legs. My nerves are firing from all directions.
"Zeke, I think you're meant to be giving a demo. I've got so much to learn. Get on with it, mate." I can hear the suppressed laughter in his voice. And a hint of hunger.
Thick fingers press more firmly and run along my slit.
Slick drips down my thighs as Zeke parts my folds.
My knees shake as a warm tongue runs along my seam, while fingers tap my clit.
It builds in a delicious rhythm; but it's not enough.
My omega wants more. The garbled demand that bursts forth echoes around the room.
The tongue is suddenly replaced by two thrusting fingers.
I let out a long, breathy groan. The pace is right, the angle perfect.
My nipples brush against the light smattering of curly hair on Seb's chest. The slight prickle makes me twang and thrum with pleasure.
My arousal builds, making my thighs start to tremble.
"Now, Seb, notice how even though our omega is shaking with pleasure, she isn't going anywhere. And if her legs completely gave way, Zeke's angle means that he is at zero risk of suffocation."
The deep voice reminds my omega that there is more available than only tongue and fingers. My inner thighs are quivering at the thought. Another intoxicating waft of the garden after the rain scent of all of us sends a throb of hungry longing through my core.
"More." The demand escapes me before I can pull it back.
"Does your omega need a cock to cum on?" James asks from behind me.
"Yes. Please?"
"Patience, Omega." Zeke's deep grumble makes my toes clench on the soft carpet.
A rich spike of scent floods over me as Seb's chest momentarily stills.
My breath stutters as I feel firm thickness parting my folds and teasing my entrance.
I bury my head in Seb's neck, a groan of pleasure escaping at the delicious stretch, as I'm filled from behind.
The cock that thrusts into me with teasing slowness makes me bite my lip and groan until I'm filled with Zeke's thick, hard warmth.
Strong fingers grip my hips, pulling at my flesh, making my skin burn with longing.
Seb lets out a sharp breath, one arm still holding me, the other hand deftly teasing my nipple.
My moan is impatient as Zeke's cock starts to teasingly inch in and out of my core.
"Is that what you need, Omega?" James' satisfied growl makes my core twitch.
"Yes. More. Please, Sir?" My voice is tight with longing.
Clutching tighter to Seb's neck, I let out a groan of pleasure as Zeke's pace builds. Seb's pulse is throbbing faster and faster in his neck as his erection strains against his belly. He's stroking my breast and teasing my nipple, matching his pace with Zeke's.
The bed dents as James kneels next to us. He strokes my hair.
"Seb? Do you think you've learned an important lesson?"
"Ugh. Yes, Sir." His voice is clipped.
"Now, Omega, you said before you wanted to taste one of your alphas while another filled you. Is that still something you want?"
Pleasure pulls my face into a scrunch as I nod, my tiny "yes, please, Sir," barely audible.
James grunts. "Very well, then. Touch him how you like. You've been such a good girl. You deserve a treat. Just wait a moment before you taste him."
It's hard to focus on his words as Zeke's cock pistons in and out of me, hitting so many pleasure centres on their way, while his hands grip my hips.
Precum is already leaking from the tip of Seb's cock as my left hand runs down his torso and brushes against his abs.
He groans as I run the tips of my fingers over the back of the head of his cock, rubbing his dripping slickness into the sensitive spot where his cock head meets his shaft.
My fingers trail up and down his length, appreciating the bulge of its head, the slight curve in his shaft, and the bulge of Seb's growing knot.
Hungry anticipation makes me lick my lips and scrape my teeth over Seb's collarbone. Zeke's pace behind us never falters, the tips of his fingers digging firmly into my flesh, as his cock pistons in and out of me, from the tip all the way down to the top of his knot.
I rub my thumb over the tip of Seb's cock, wetting it, and smooth it over the tender fold of skin underneath his cockhead. Wrapping my hand around his shaft, I slip the skin up and down. Seb sucks in a sharp breath.
The air is thick with the scent of all of us. It's utterly delicious.
The mattress under us wobbles as James shifts. He strokes my hair again.
"Omega? Before you have your mouth full, we need to know if you are going to want Zeke's knot to cum on?"
Panting, hungry breaths make my body shudder. "Yes. Please?"
"All for you, darling," Zeke grunts out from behind me.
James' sturdy arm appears between me and Seb, pressing against my collarbone, taking my weight.
"Good girls get exactly what they want. Scoot back a bit, Seb. Dellie, I'll help lower you down."
I drop slightly as more of my weight transfers to James' forearm. My hand simply refuses to release Seb's cock as he shuffles back. He chuckles, and strokes my face as James slides a pillow under my belly and helps lower me down until I'm braced on my free arm. He strokes my face, then releases me.
"Alright, lovely. You can taste when you want."
I think I like this kind of game.
My tongue stripes down Seb's shaft and I swirl the tip of it over his frenulum.
The musky undertone of maleness blends with petrichor in a way that makes my omega clamour.
I pull the head of Seb's cock into my mouth with a hungry moan, and slurp as my hand works the base of his shaft, gripping his knot tightly and squeezing rhythmically.
"Fuck," he growls, leaning back. His cock throbs in my mouth. I speed up, trying to match Zeke's pace. Seb lets out a breathy grunt.
"All good back there?" James asks. His hand is shunting back and forth in the corner of my eye.
Zeke grunts, his right hand redoubling its grip on my hip.
I let out a muffled moan of enthusiasm, and I slurp harder.
We're speeding up, our pace matching each other, sensation building in every nerve.
I let out a small squeak of delighted surprise as James' strong fingers start deftly rubbing my clit.
Seb is panting. "I'm not, gonna last, much longer, Omega. If you, don't want, my cum down your throat, now's the time to move."
I bob my head deeper, holding my breath and swallowing the meat of his cock until my lips graze against the top of his swollen knot.
Seb moans in response, his hips shuddering, and breaks in me, flooding my mouth, a trickle dribbling down my chin. I drink him down with garbled pleasure as Zeke pounds into me.
Seb pushes himself up onto his elbows and strokes my hair as he pants through his aftershocks.
"Fuck. I'm so close, darling. You're incredible." My cunt flutters at Zeke's panting growl.
"Mmmph." Every nerve in my body seems to be lit up.
Seb eases himself out of my mouth. He pushes himself up and pulls me up into his arms.
A wail of pleasure bursts forth as Zeke's knot teases up against my entrance at the change of angle.
Seb pulls me to his chest and lifts my head, and lets a tender, lingering kiss fall on my lips.
He wipes up the trickle of cum and spit that's dripping down my chin with his thumb.
My lips feel like they are directly wired to my clit.
I short circuit in a shock of pleasure, my skin electrified and twanging as Zeke's knot stretches my entrance but doesn't quite get through.
A soft, strong hand turns my face away from Seb's mouth. James' eyes melt into mine as he claims my lips in a kiss that warms spots I hadn't realised were cold. His head drops to my shoulder and his teeth scrape the side of my neck.
Zeke's free arm wraps around me from behind and the nerves on the side of my neck spark into life from James' kiss as he pinches my clit.
I arch my butt against Zeke and lean into James' lips as Seb pulls us all together, finally popping Zeke's knot into place.
The stretch is almost too much to bear, but it's also somehow exactly what my body needs.
Every nerve inside me is singing. Sound seems to fade into the background. I'm floating on kisses and knots and safe warm hands.
My mind is hazy.
Seb's forehead is pressed against mine. Zeke's arm is wrapped around me. James' hands hold us steady.
I collapse on Seb's shoulder, spent.