Chapter Skye #2
As though sensing my discomfort, Fury interrupts the silence, pressing his cushion down a little harder, “I’m a farm vet at a local clinic.
Keeps me on my toes. I’m back on call for the rest of the week, starting tomorrow, until I’m back on regular shifts.
It’s pretty quiet here for the most part.
Can’t say I miss being called out at all hours because Betsy is limping again,” He groans, “Damn cow.”
Before I can ask about said ‘damn cow,’ pain tears through me, like I’ve been tased, every muscle in my body goes taut, my stomach electrified as I scream out in agony.
“Fuck! Skye? What’s wrong?” Fury’s voice sounds so far away, like I’m at the bottom of a well, but I can’t explain, my breath is pulled from my lungs with a sudden jolt, “She’s perfuming, what the fuck. It can’t be her heat yet, right?”
Another peal of lightning zips through me, and I gulp a breath. My knees are held down by the weight there when I try to curl in on myself.
“She’s having a heat spike,” It’s Lucas who speaks, over the ringing in my ears, “She needs an orgasm to calm her hormones, then I can give her a shot of suppressors. The stress and the scent match are probably pushing the timeline up a little. It’s manageable, I have things here.”
“Skye darling, we need your permission. We won’t touch you without consent. Atlas can help you feel better.”
I raise my head between bolts, my packmates gathered around me with concerned faces, “Make it stop, please.”
That’s all it takes before Teddy has the blanket pulled from me.
Clay is behind the sofa, tugging my arms away whilst whispering sweet nothings to me, his warm cheek rubbing mine as he scents me, settling my pain ever so slightly.
Fury is cautious, his face level with mine as he winces at the pain I’m in, wiping his thumbs across the tear stains and dragging the wetness as he cups my cheeks and leans in.
Hot breath ghosts across my lips as he leans in, his throat bobbing as the gentlest touch descends on me with the softness of those full, rosy lips.
Drinking down his smooth whiskey taste, he’s better than his scent promises, and I lose myself for a moment in his kiss before his tongue traces the seam of my lips, and I open for him.
Fuck, he’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Licking across the tip of my tongue, he teases me into deepening the kiss, a quiet whine escaping at the bolt of pleasure that shoots through me.
Tensing as nails trace up the inside of my thigh, I’m stopped from slamming my legs shut by the thick shoulders of Atlas jammed between them, his rough beard setting my nerves on fire as his mouth follows the path blazed by his fingertips.
Stopping in his attack on my mouth, Fury leans back to rest his forehead against mine, brushing our noses together with a deep exhale. He tugs on one of my thighs, pulling me open further for Atlas to slide closer until I can feel the heat of his breath across my slick, soaked skin.
“Hurry up!” I cry out, fighting against the hold that Clay has on my wrists as another wave hits, and then Atlas is on me.
Hot wetness encases the entirety of me as he burrows his tongue into my entrance, slurping at the slick gathered there.
Teeth graze my clit, and a whimper escapes when the pleasure battles with the sharp pangs of my heat spike, but Atlas gives me no rest. Pulling back only slightly, he bobs his head at Fury.
My Cardinal takes my breath again with another scorching kiss, seeking every last taste in my mouth, just as Atlas is doing with my cunt.
Between the two of them, I’m floating. The tongue between my legs pulls back ever so slightly, then fingers trace around my clit.
It’s too gentle a touch to get me anywhere, but pulls another raw whine from before Atlas descends on me, working in time with the long digits that press into my heat…
Long digits that belong to Teddy, my blurry eyes catching movement from the Beta now perched on the sofa next to us.
The scents of the pack swirl around me, only missing the soft ocean spray of the jaguar.
Lucas is still on the other sofa, as far from me as he can sit, face tense and unhappy even though the truth is right there in the pressing bulge in his pants—he’s as turned on as everyone else.
Fury growls low in his throat, leaning back from nipping at my lips, “When my pack mate is eating your pussy like his last supper, you will pay him the attention he deserves.” Finding my hands free, I bury them once more in the soft mane of the Alpha between my thighs, tugging on Atlas’ hair.
This time, he doesn’t look up, no. He lets out a rough groan and goes to town, his tongue lapping at me.
Theo’s fingers speed up, curling just right as they build me up together, Fury's mouth dropping to envelop my nipple and sucking it into a stiff peak, and I’m a goner.
Clutching at them tightly, I curl in on myself, wailing out my orgasm as it crashes through me.
They don’t stop. Tongues and teeth and fingers teasing, working me into over-sensitivity. Shoving at Atlas with weak, trembling arms, my face flames at his soaked beard and bright grin flashing before his pink tongue darts out to clean his face of my slick.
Theo follows, sliding his fingers into his own mouth and cleaning his digits off with a pleased humming.
He’s only just pulled them out with a pop when Clay grabs his chin, turning to drag him into a kiss and devouring my taste from the Beta’s mouth.
With a cautious shift, I sit up and breathe out a heavy sigh that my stomach doesn’t cramp and strain with the spike, clearly satisfied for now.
My packmates all look thoroughly satisfied, pleased with themselves at having fixed their Omega’s heat spike, and I have to wonder if I’ll survive this month at all.