Skye #4
“If he cums on the carpet again, a carabiner will be the least of his worries,” Teddy grumbles, grinding against me until my perfume flares again.
Fury leans in to give me another quick peck on the cheek, a far cry from the damn near X-rated kiss, then glances between the other two, a positively wolfish grin bright against his black beard.
“You two be sure to look after our pretty little Omega now, hmm? She’s dripping like a leaky pipe.” Then I swear to fuck this man, giggles, and runs down the stairs. He got me all worked up just to leave me for his packmates? What a generous Cardinal indeed.
“Mmmhmm,” Comes the hungry growl from the bed, “Oh, I think I will.”
Renewed throbbing starts from beneath me as both Teddy and I peer at our Alpha.
Clay has kicked the sheets off fully now, leaning against the edge of the nest in a lazy sprawl, his thighs fallen open so there’s an unimpeded view of everything he has going on.
Left arm curled behind his head, his right just keeps moving up and down his length, squeezing more pearly drops from the slit as he goes, stopping only briefly to cup his balls with a growl.
Teddy moves first, pushing me to get up off his lap as he leaves his crutches to leap from the chair to the nest. By the time I seem to pull my senses together and close my mouth at my Beta's turn of speed, he’s already on top of Clay.
Teeth click at the ferocity of their meeting, hands roaming, legs shuffling until I join them, sitting on the edge and soaking through the sheets all whilst trying to work out how I fit around or between them.
Hazel eyes flash at me as Clay runs his hands across the broad stretch of Teddy’s back, tracing the scars that trickle up past his hips before giving me a wink.
In a flash of movement and a snarl that sounds decidedly very un-Beta-like, the smaller man is on his back in the center of the nest, with the Alpha at his head, wrestling his arms under control.
Clay towers above him, both wrists in one giant hand, whilst he reaches down, down, down.
I follow the path of the touches across the dark pebbles of Teddy’s nipples, scraping his nails lightly across a belly that's much less defined than the rest of the men, but no less slick-inducing to me. When did I start panting during this peep show?
After what feels like an eternity of dipping his fingers into Teddy’s naval—Goddess, when did that start doing it for me—Clay runs through the thatch of dark hair and lets his fingers curl around the thick rod jerking and dripping beneath him.
Teddy is ever so slightly shorter than the other man, although he’s thicker, even without the knot there at the base.
“Watch close, Omega.” Clay’s voice is soft, but the tone demands my attention.
“Theodore likes it nice and gentle. Firm pressure, but don’t squeeze it too tight.
Little circles underneath where the shaft meets the head.
” He shows as he speaks, his thumb pressing into the frenulum and dragging a strangled moan from Teddy, “Although he does like a little teeth during head.”
With another wink, Clay leans down, and I’m absolutely transfixed at how his big body curves over and takes Teddy’s cock straight down the back of his throat, inciting a whine that would make an Omega proud.
Slick rushes from between my legs, a veritable stream of it now, though there's thankfully no appearance of any heat spike. Nope, just an Omega enjoying her packmates in the best way possible. Clay makes sure I see the moment his teeth drag softly, and Teddy arches, cursing and writhing beneath him. Stuttering, I lean forward, one knee on the edge of the bed, and I swear my perfume is choking the three of us, fingertips reaching for Teddy’s thigh.
His scars are an odd texture, bumpy and rubbery in sharp contrast to the softer skin of the inside of his muscular thighs.
He’s been back riding regularly after our night, and his thighs could crack nuts, flexing beneath my touch until Clay's hand comes to meet mine, stilling my fingers.
His eyes are the softest shade of spring green, a subtle shake of his head as he pops off the tip of the other man's cock. Teddy has gone almost silent underneath us, and he’s gone a little… Soft?
“Don’t be gentle there; the nerve damage makes it painful for him.
Touches have to be firm or else it’s uncomfortable, okay?
Now get in here.” He doesn’t make me feel bad for not knowing, just guides my hand to press down against the solidness, pulling me into the mix until I’m between my Beta's legs and nodding to his cock, resting against his stomach. My Omega is the one who drags me forward to fit myself in, resting on my belly across the bottom of the bed and leaning forward to run my tongue up the underside of him, the hand not supporting me tucking under his thigh. It’s strange not to feel the weight of a leg over me in this position, but it’s just part of my Teddy.
My. The territorial possessiveness I feel brings a smile to my lips; it’s been getting steadily stronger over the last few weeks, especially with the Beta, but it’s really sinking in now that this is my damn pack.
The feeling drags a tiny growl from me as I descend on him, sucking one of his heavy balls into my mouth, licking at his sac as I roll it in my mouth and see his length jump back to attention with a groan.
“Fuck, Omega, you look so good down there.” Clay groans, moving back up, and I hear a drawer open as I switch to give the other attention, then watch as I kiss up his shaft.
Clay has rope out, some sort of silky black fabric that's stark against Teddy’s wrists, binding him to a loop in the headboard, whispering in his ear before nodding.
Their dynamic just feels… There’s a thick lump in my throat, a need to have them look at me the way they look at each other.
Clay's giant palm cups the other man’s cheek, thumb tracing his cheekbone and drawing him into a kiss before they both look at me, eyes hooded, pupils blown.
There’s a spike of pepper and coffee, and a little fear leaks into my arousal.
Why are they looking at me like that? Clay swallows, his throat bobbing, and my eyes are drawn to it, marking out how good my bite would look there on the column of his thick neck before he growls, a deep rumbling sound that makes another gush of slick soak me.
“And you look really good when you think about whatever is in your pretty head there, like a woman starved.” He murmurs, cock twitching, his knot already straining and dark at the base, and I wonder what he’s going to feel like inside me, licking across my lips and damn near tasting their arousal.
“I’m going to fuck you, Omega, whilst you suck him off, how does that sound? ”
I can only whine in response.
Diving back down onto Teddy’s cock, I follow the earlier instructions, holding him but not squeezing too hard, and letting my teeth graze across it.
Being a shifter, I have to be a little more careful of the sharp canines, but Teddy seems to take no notice, his head pushing back into the pillow behind him, arms straining against the binding, and legs twitching whilst Clay just watches us both with a salacious grin and his hand working himself still.
“I wish you two could see how good you look together,” He says, “Always love seein’ you tied up, babe, but with our Omega sucking you down? Mmmm-mm.”
“Shut… The fuck up and get inside her.” Teddy pants on a groan, “Distract her a little, yeah? Or this is gonna be embarrassing.”
There's a snort as the bed dips again, but I’m too busy slurping down the taste of my Beta, tracing across a thick pulsing vein beneath my tongue, to notice the hand thread through my hair and push.
Holy shit. A whine escapes with a desperate clenching in my core as Clay pushes me down with one hand, slipping two thick fingers through my wetness at the same time.
“Goddess, you’re soaked, you like sucking dick, Omega?
Good thing too, since you’ve got five mates and not enough perfect little holes.
” Slipping his digits inside me, he searches out every spot that makes me twitch and whimper.
Where the fuck has this monster come from?
Clay is meant to be the quiet, responsible Alpha, right?
Who is this dirty-talking, absolutely filthy dominant man grinding my face against another's pelvis? “Good fucking Omega, you tap Teddy's hip three times if you need to move, okay? I know you said that you like it rough, but I don’t want ya hurtin’ at all.” The careful regard despite forcing me down and being buried to the knuckle inside me makes me feel a little warm and fuzzy, the praise that spills between the filth feeding my Omega as I suckle and pull back a little to play the tip of my tongue against the underside of Teddy’s tip, right where I’d been told he is sensitive.
“Clay, I swear to fu--” His garbled complaint halts by me swallowing around him, “Holy goddess above, I am having to think about scrubbing Atty’s cum out of the carpets to stop from blowing.
” I can’t stop the choking laughter that clenches my throat around him, but Clay is owning this whole threesome, though I think he is deciding to take a little mercy on his Beta.
Sliding his hand away from me, he claps it against my ass cheek, wrapping an arm around my hip to heave me up on my knees and letting me catch my breath for a second whilst he readies himself at my entrance.
Holding my breath, I wait for him to breach, my first time with one of my packmates that isn’t ruled by the pheromone rampage of a heat spike.
Tension builds in the room, the solid tug of the rope through the headboard as Teddy fights his bindings, Clay's hand steady and gentle through my knotted red hair now, pulling it back into a curly disaster of a ponytail that he wraps around his fist.
“You ready, darlin’? Don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I’m buried in your tight little cunt.
Damn shame we don’t have another to make you real airtight, mmm, maybe next time.
” My forehead drops to Teddy's thigh with a strangled laugh at how turned on I am by just my Alpha's words. Dangerous to my health, that’s what all these men are, but this one especially.
How can I reconcile this gasoline-fuelled-fire with the same person as my steady, reliable Alpha who talked me through panic attacks?
“Yes, please, Alpha,” I say on a breath.
He hisses ‘yessssss’ behind me as he sinks himself to the knot in one firm push, earning him a cry.
Fuck, he’s long, filling me to the end as we pant together, my mouth finding my Beta’s cock and drawing him straight down my throat, gagging around him until I’m filled from both ends by my men.
Pleasure sweeps through me like a wildfire, Clay finding my clit without issue, rubbing tight circles until I explode.
My walls constrict around him, desperate for his knot as our scents combine into the most potent of mixes.
Pleased at marking our nest—and oh goddess, would it stink from now on—my Omega instincts take control; my hips rolling back, seeking that muscular ring to bind us together.
Denying me again, Clay groans, cock twitching inside me as he draws out, wringing extra pleasure from the aftershocks of my orgasm and then forcing himself back in, pushing me down on Teddy’s cock.
I rock here, trapped between them with my Alpha's cock in me, and his hand in my hair levering me on my Beta, and the heat builds so quickly again as his hips smack against my ass. Between my lips, Teddy swells, hardening a little more, then with a low toe-curling moan of my name, he fills my mouth with hot coffee-tinged spurts. Sucking him down and licking him clean, I find my own release again. Lifting my mouth and crying out, the last of Teddy’s orgasm hits my throat and drips onto his belly whilst I clamp down on my Alpha, who grits his teeth and forces his knot in with every orgasmic pulse that shivers through me.
Another catches me on the tail-end of that one as his knot settles there and swells completely to lock us together, heat filling me as his body jerks, fingers flexing against my hip hard enough to leave bruises.
We take what feels like an age to catch our breath before a big hand slaps my ass cheek and Clay murmurs, “That’ll do, Omega.”
That makes me snort, at least until the happy hormones flood through, and I end up howling with laughter against my Beta's belly. The three of us crease as Teddy is freed from his bindings, and wet wipes are retrieved from a side table to clean off. We collapse into another cuddle puddle, still firmly tied to my Alpha, and Teddy’s head tucked under my chin.
It’s the happiest mess of limbs I’ve ever been part of, and the soothing rub of a hand across my thigh—whilst my own are tucked around Teddy’s soft form—drags me into sleep.