Satisfied.
jac
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
I didn’t think this could be as hot as it is, but here I am riding my favorite toy with my second favorite being fed to me by the hot Alpha I met this afternoon. All while his pack watches.
My pack.
I fully recognize that everything about this is absolutely insane, and yet nothing about it feels wrong.
I’ve never been so happy as I am at this moment.
Monty’s emerald green eyes pierce well past my skin and burn a place in my soul.
He’s demanding, but the only one who I instinctively know won’t push past any limits.
He’s in complete control, and I love it.
“Oh, sweet Omega, are you going to come for your pack?” he coos, as he slides his free hand around my throat up to cup the back of my head.
Slowly, he pulls the dildo out of my mouth, dropping it to the floor by his feet. I whimper, as I continue to grind down onto my favorite plastic knots. I am so close. So, so, so close.
Taking the hand no longer holding the dildo, he reaches for my hand that’s resting on his knee, and begins dragging it down my body stopping both our hands just over my clit.
I take it as my permission to strum my bundle of nerves.
His hand never leaves mine as I rub soft small circles, building the pressure slowly in my core.
I am vaguely aware of the sounds I’m making as I chase my release.
I am, however, completely aware of the groans and panting from all around me.
I know Monty hasn’t let them touch themselves, and I can’t imagine the pain they are all in, but at the moment I really can’t care as I’m dangle right on the edge.
“That’s it Omega,” Monty purrs into my ear. “Such a good girl. Show us how pretty that pussy is when she’s satisfied.”
Those words are my undoing. I shatter with a whine that I’ve never heard from myself before, and slick gushes between my thighs as I sink for the last time onto the toy's knots.
Monty holds me upright by my neck, his other hand continuing the movements of my own fingers on my clit.
My pussy pulses repeatedly as I work to catch my breath.
Still holding my hand he trails both our fingers over my clit, down to where the toys are still in my cunt, slipping our fingers through the mess between my legs.
I whimper as he gently slips two of my fingers in with the toys, the extra stretch causing another ripple of orgasm through me.
His chuckle reverberates through me, his head near mine as he leans down to watch his fingers play with my pussy.
As the last of the ripples settle he pulls my fingers from me, gathering more slick on the two he brings them to his mouth.
Then he slips my fingers between his lips, sucking and licking all the slick off of them with precision.
“You taste just like you smell Omega, such a perfectly sweet girl for her pack.”
Monty leans down and kisses me. My slick coats his tongue as he runs it along my lips, before pushing into my mouth. He kisses me with slow dominance, and there isn’t any fighting it, only obeying.
I sink between his legs further, his arms wrap around me to pull me into his lap. As he does, the toy between my thighs drops to the floor with a rush of my slick.
“We better get you and the floor cleaned up.” He chuckles as he eyes the puddle at his feet.
Monty moves and all the others snap into action as he picks me up.
I’m too tired to argue, so I sink into his warm sturdy hold as the guys all gather around us.
They all place a hand on me somehow, Luke on my ankle, Anderson along my neck rubbing circles on my jaw, and Taylor runs his fingers through my hair as Monty’s fingers circle my waist. This is perfect.
“Angel, I’m guessing your bedroom is behind that door,” Luke speaks softly, my eyes fluttering open and landing on his perfect face. “I mean, it was my room at one point in time so I’m guessing, but is the bathroom still back there?”
“Your room?” My brain is foggy from my orgasm haze, why would that have been his room?
“Yeah Jac, remember I lived here during college. I’m sure mom told you.” He chuckles softly, tugging on my ankle just a touch keeping my eyes open and on him.
“Oh. Uhm. Rig—right. Yeah the bathroom is still there.” I say, remembering the many conversations with Bev as she helped me paint and redecorate the space last year when I moved in.
“Okay, well can we all enter that space? I know it’s your room, but is it your nest too?
” His concern reflects in his tone. This Beta understands.
My heart kicks up, not many get that an Omega’s nest is a private space, and many don’t have their bedroom and nest in one, but it was obvious mine had to be.
“Yes, it’s okay.” I whisper, with a yawn escaping as I say it. Chuckles fill the quiet, the music having stopped sometime during the events.
“Okay, let’s go then shall we?” Monty says. The guys all move away, with Monty carrying me in behind them.
My space always settles every fiber of my being, and now with these men in it, I seem to settle even more. They all respect every surface they walk by on the way to the bathroom, careful to not touch or disturb anything. But I want their scents all over everything.
Along the far wall there are two large windows, my oversized bed sitting between them.
Thick emerald green curtains hang near the headboard with a track that pulls them all the way around my nest, allowing for complete seclusion.
The lighting is dim, with only the nightstand lamps and some string lights hung around the edges of the room.
I sigh in contentment. This was the first place I designed and decorated when I moved in.
It’s everything I ever dreamed up, brought to life.
My eyes drift from my cozy space to the guys.
Luke leads the pack into the ensuite bathroom, before he even crosses the door, lights from below the cabinets sense his presence and turn on.
The soft white glow illuminates the space just enough to see everything needed in the space.
He moves to the walk-in shower and turns on the water, leaving his hand under the stream to make sure it’s perfectly warm.
When it gets to a temperature he likes, Luke turns around and reaches behind him, grabbing the collar of his t-shirt at the back, doing that panty melting, one-handed shirt removal that men do.
My pussy clearly isn’t done tonight, as she starts leaking slick again, my cinnamon scent floating into the space.
Dropping the shirt to the floor he slides his sweats down his legs, his briefs cling to his thighs, and his perfect dick.
My eyes drift up his stomach, following the lines meant to drag my eyes south as my gaze meets his.
“Let me help you Jac.” He says, reaching towards me to help stand on still exhausted legs. I slip my hand in Luke’s, leaning against his shoulder as I watch the other three undress to their briefs.
Before I know it I’m standing in the shower with the four partially clothed men.
Anderson washes my hair while Luke and Monty lather soap and rub along my hips and legs.
Taylor stands in front of me, running soap along my arms, his hands rubbing down along the sides of my breasts, gently cupping them and teasing my nipples.
I release a soft purr as I bask in the glow of this moment.
The gentle touches and mingling scents are everything I’ve ever wanted.
Not to mention being the middle of a muscle sandwich.
I chuckle at the thought, looking around at the four beautifully built men—my men.
As each finishes washing me, they take a moment to pull me close, placing a kiss to a spot where they were touching.
Luke my hip, Monty my thigh, Anderson the top of my head.
Taylor is the only one who hesitates a moment, so I reach my arms up and pull his face to mine.
Brushing water off his cheeks I look into his dark mahogany eyes, a small smile touches my lips, and I raise my eyebrow in question.
He chuckles, then instead of meeting my lips he tucks his head into my neck.
I feel his lips nibbling along where my muscle connects into my neck.
I nibble his neck back in defiance, but he just giggles at my antics.