Episode 25 Command Performance #3
He’s mine. I’m his. And there will be no doom.
Thayer’s right. I’m catastrophizing.
“Florence?”
My eyes flutter open, landing on him. I hadn’t even realized I’d closed them, too wrapped up in the feel of him against me. And I want more. More of the feel of him. More of everything.
I’m damn flexible, so it doesn’t take any strain at all to lift my right foot between us and put it on the prince’s shoulder, giving him quite the view of my pussy as I do.
He smirks when I press down but doesn’t move.
“You want something from me, cor mea, you need to use your words. Use your bark.”
“Kneel,” I all but snarl, infusing every ounce of power I can behind it. So much in fact that I kind of expect him to drop like a stone. Instead he descends slowly, purposefully, holding eye contact the entire way down. Like he wants to really savor the moment he kneels for me.
I want to savor it too.
He’s at the exact right height while he’s on his knees, his face level with my aching core.
“You ready to have the prince of Bravonne show you how much he worships you, killer?” Thayer asks, rounding the island to stand by my head.
I give a jerky nod. “Yes.”
“Then tell him,” Thay orders with no dominance behind the words.
My cheeks heat. I want it, but I’m not sure if I can voice it.
I’m not used to saying what I want in bed, in pleasure.
My mind flickers back to the island, back to the little nest I made and how Forsythe took control of my pleasure then, how he orchestrated all of our moves. That is what I’m used to.
God, am I a pillow princess?
Do I just lay back and receive whatever my lover is willing to give me? Do I never take something for myself? Demand it?
And isn’t that what this whole thing is about? Embracing the power I have over these men? Claiming it?
I take a deep breath, and even though my cheeks are flaming bright red, I lift my head to look down my body and meet Forsythe’s eyes, just visible over my thatch of blond curls. “What are you waiting for, your highness?” I all but purr. “Get to worshipping.”
The corner of his mouth hooks up and he doesn’t try to fight my bark.
In fact he leans forward with a hungry groan and licks a wide strip from ass to clit before pulling back and staring at my pussy like he’s found ambrosia or the fountain of youth.
Like he’s been wandering a desert and my slick is an oasis.
“Holy shit,” he growls before diving in again. This time he doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t stop. His mouth latches on and doesn’t move.
No, that’s not right, it moves a lot. Lapping at my entrance, flicking my clit, nipping my lips.
I’m so worked up already that it doesn’t take much for my first orgasm to hit, back bowing off the marble, fingers tangled in his hair as I cry out his name to the ceiling.
“Good girl,” Thayer murmurs, long clever fingers plucking at my nipples. “So pretty when you come for your alphas.” I whine at that and he bends to swallow the sound with his mouth. “Shh, it’s okay, omega. We know you need more, and we’ll give it to you. You only need to ask.”
“Demand,” Forsythe corrects the word rumbling against my clit. “Demand what you need, omega. Tell your alphas.”
“More,” I demand, beyond fully forming thoughts or sentences. “Please, alpha, more.”
A nip on my clit has my back bowing again, trying to get closer to the stinging pleasure.
One thick finger works its way inside my clenching core, and it feels so fucking good I can’t stop the moan from pulling from my chest. “Yes.”
“Is this what you need, omega? You need your alpha to fill you?” the prince asks, placing a tender kiss to my mound. “Mmm, you’re so fucking tight, cor mea. I can barely fit one finger inside you. How are we ever going to fit our big cocks in such a tiny little cunt, hmm?”
“We’ll make them fit,” Thayer tells him. “You’ll take everything we have to give you, won’t you, omega? You’ll stretch and strain but you’ll do it. Cause it’ll feel so fucking good to be full of us, won’t it?”
I nod frantically, hips rolling into Forsythe’s hand, trying to take him deeper inside me. “Please.”
“More?”
“Yes!”
A second finger joins the first, my slick easing the way for the tight stretch. It feels so fucking good. “Just like that, Ren. Doing so good for us.”
I lose track of myself after that. I become nothing more than a series of reactions.
Moans and cries and pleas. Hips rolling and grinding.
Hands grasping and clawing. I quiver and tremble and come over and over again as the two alphas work me between them.
Forsythe kneeling between my thighs, Thayer kneeling next to me on the cool marble of the island.
His cock is out, bobbing near my face, and I don’t think, only lunge, lifting my head to take it into my mouth as he curses and laces his fingers into my hair. The angle is awkward, but I don’t care and neither does he.
We are creatures of lust and arousal, need and want. Pleasure is our only focus.
“Fuck, Ren. Omega. I’m gonna come. Swallow every drop, yeah. Take me deep into you, into your belly.”
I moan my agreement, suctioning harder, one hand coming up to grip his swollen knot, pulsing my fingers around it. He curses. Then cries out my name, hands so tight in my hair my scalp stings. But I suck and swallow and do my best to bring my alpha pleasure as he comes.
“Fuck,” He moans, swiping a thumb over my chin, gathering up his release that slipped from between my lips, and feeding it onto my tongue. “Pretty little mouth. So good for us.” The praise lights me up inside and he chuckles. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Thayer slides his gaze to the man still between my thighs with his fingers stuffed up inside me, slick pooling in his palm, I'm sure. Forsythe is watching us, pupils blown wide, the black swallowing up the warm brown.
“What are you waiting for, Sythe? Show our omega what a good girl she is. Make her come.”
And he does. Repeatedly.
Until my voice is hoarse from crying out, I’m until I’m so oversensitive that I want to push him away, but I’m not even sure he’d go. He’s that intent on devouring me.
“One more, omega,” he demands. “Give me one more.”
“I can’t,” I sob. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Thayer tells me. “You can and then your prime alpha is going to mark you as your reward.”
Mark me. My omega latches onto that, onto the promise of having our alpha’s mark on us. I’m too far gone to think too much about what that means. But I want it. So bad.
The squelching of his fingers is obscene as he fucks me hard and fast with them, curling just so, hitting a part of me that I can never reach with my own fingers. “Oh, god.” I moan. “Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.”
Thayer’s teeth sink into the flesh of my left breast, not enough to break the skin, but hard enough to bruise. And it sends me over the edge into pure white hot bliss.
“Mark me, alpha,” my omega orders, as I come.
Forsythe lunges up, eyes wild, engorged cock already in hand, knuckles white as he strokes himself furiously. His mouth collides with mine and I taste myself on his lips, his tongue, his beard. I groan into the kiss, loving the combination of us together.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he pants into my mouth, hand working furiously between us. “Florence.”
He comes with my name as a growl on his lips, a plea. His release spills hot and sticky over my stomach, my mound, my pussy lips. Marking me just as I’d demanded. But I’m not sure that’s what my omega had in mind when she’d barked that.
Not if the way I have to swallow a whine is any indication.
Forsythe’s sweaty forehead presses into my sternum as he catches his breath. Thayer’s fingers stroke through my damp hair and he murmurs nonsense words that I can’t make out.
The prince trails kisses over my skin, moving down and down and down, until he’s kneeling again. “What-” I start to close my legs, intensely aware of his attention there now that the pleasure is fading.
“No,” Forsythe’s voice whips out, harsh and demanding, even as his hands gently slide up the inside of my thighs, holding me open to his regard. “No, let me look. Let me see what I did to you, how I marked you. God, cor mea, the sight of you dripping in my cum…”
He trails off and shakes his head.
My inner muscles clench on nothing and I feel a dribble of slick come out of me. The prince groans. “The only thing better would be if that was my cum, our cum, dribbling out of your sweet little cunt. If we filled you so full of us it had to squeeze out, just like your slick.”
“Better still if we filled her so full it dribbled out around our knots, yeah?” Thayer suggests and holy mother of god, I just came like six times and I want more.
“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight to wake up to,” Court drawls, sauntering up to the island in nothing but a pair of boxers straining under the flex of his erection.
“Our omega all stretched out like a feast.” He shoulders Thayer out of the way and bends to press a kiss to my still panting mouth.
“Did the prince kneel for you, little omega?”
“Yes,” I murmur, hooking a hand around his neck to keep him where he is and kiss him back.
He hums. “Good. It’s about time he did that.”
Forsythe doesn’t argue, just presses a soft kiss to the inside of both of my knees, before pushing to his feet again.
“No showering this morning,” He tells me as the three of them help my limp body into an upright position.
My lips part, but he doesn’t let me say anything.
“No, don’t. I want you smelling like me all day, like mine. ”
The raw possession in his voice makes my toes curl in the air, but I still wrinkle my nose. “You know that’s how people get UTIs, right?”
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me, as Thayer pulls off his t-shirt, likely to cover me in when he gets the chance. “You wanted me to mark you, love,” he says, totally unrepentant. “And that is exactly what I did. You marked me too.”
He straightens away from me and sure enough Thayer tugs his shirt over my head, helping guide my limp arms into the correct holes.
Forsythe pulls my hair out of the shirt, then leans in and gives me another kiss with a regretful sigh. “I hate to do this, omega, but I have to go. I’m really very late now.”
I frown, even though I know he’s right. I stopped him from leaving when he needed to almost an hour ago, and it’s honestly a wonder that the queen hasn’t sent someone to break down our door and steal him away.
“Will you be home for dinner?” I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
He hesitates, cupping the side of my head in one big palm. “I’ll try,” he says eventually, like he doesn’t want to make a promise he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep.
Another kiss and he steps away from me, smoothing his clothes back into place. Thayer helps get his hair back in order, stepping in close to press a kiss to our prince’s mouth.
“Fuck you taste like her.” My brows jump at the growled words. “And your beard smells like her.”
Forsythe grins. “Oh, I know. I’m going to be scenting her slick all day.”
“No,” I say quickly. “You should wash-”
“No,” Forsythe’s denial is sharp and quick. “No. I really shouldn’t. I’m going to spend all day reliving what we did here this morning. Anyone who gets too close will smell you on me, and know I belong to you. I’ll be battling erections all day, but it’ll be worth it.”
My mouth drops open as Court and Thayer chuckle. “No need to torture yourself, mate,” Court claps a hand on his shoulder.
Forsythe’s mouth kicks into a smile. “Sweetest torture I could ask for.”