16. Artie
Artie
“Hey, I didn’t imagine that, did I?” I ask as Mathan thrusts into me from behind.
We’re hiding next to some lockers by the shower room, and thankfully, we’re out of sight.
My mind goes blank as he uses his whole weight, and a cry bursts from me when he sinks deep into my ass. The only reason I don’t fall is because he literally has me in a chokehold, with his good hand around my throat, keeping me upright so I can’t escape.
“Mathan!” I groan. “Wait, I just want to see if—” But he thrusts again, and pleasure pounds through my body. So much love swells in the bond that I go all soft and gooey, pressing my ass out for him.
We’ve been practicing late since Mathan screwed up his arm, and our gorgeous omega told him he can’t play for at least a week.
Mathan wants to keep up his muscle mass, and I’m horny as hell because we haven’t had a game or seen Bee for three days. Fucking is always the best workout, though I have to make sure I don’t put too much pressure on his arm.
Orso chose the gym instead of my ass, so I tempted Mathan to fuck me in the Bear’s locker room.
It was meant to be a quickie in the showers, but we got carried away and went back into the main room, basically because we were sure no one else was around. It’s not like we haven’t done it before, but tonight’s different.
When he heard the door creak open, Mathan dragged me behind a row of lockers, and we watched in shock and awe as Bee snuck in.
I couldn’t deal with seeing her in there, especially when her whines were so needy that she was clearly calling for her alphas, and Mathan wouldn’t let me go.
His hand covered my mouth and kept thrusting into me, screwing me so hard that I was too messed up to even reach her, which was totally deliberate.
So now I’m just a mess, except Mathan is moaning too, his thighs are quivering, and his thrusts are all over the place as he gets as worked up as I am. It’s a good thing we took blockers this morning because I would be on her if we hadn’t.
I know his arm is killing him because I can hear him wincing, but sex is the best painkiller.
We didn’t see our pretty Bee as she stood outside Orso’s cubby, but she came into view when she was in front of ours.
And man, if she didn’t look sexy scenting us, nearly rubbing herself up against our stuff, and proving for the absolute billionth time that she’s our match.
Even though I haven’t scented her properly and officially matched with her, that’s beside the point!
I should have fought more to get to her. But she got so freaked out when I hit on her the last time; how would she react if I came at her with my pants around my legs and my cock out?
I’ve already ruined her trust in me, and I have to be super careful that I don’t do anything else to upset her. The only reason I’ve still got a fighting chance is that she’s half-obsessed with Mathan, and growling at Orso makes her nipples hard.
I’m just so used to hanging out with omegas that want a pack that it didn’t click for me at first that she really meant it when she said she wasn’t interested in us. And now she sneers every time she looks at me. Which just gets me even more wound up, to be honest.
“You didn’t imagine it, and that’s why you’re staying right here on my cock,” Mathan says in my ear, and my body shakes with another thud deep inside me.
“But you saw her. She wants us, too,” I gasp as pleasure shudders through me. “Come on, Mathan, you know you’re the one who set her off when she started rubbing your chest the other day.”
A bolt goes through the bond, and both of us snap to attention as we listen out for Orso.
Something is happening; he’s close by. My heart skips, and hope explodes through me, along with another thrust from Mathan as he slaps his hand back over my mouth to stop my shout.
Orso must be with Bee.
There’s no way he’s not when desire flares up inside us, way more powerful than Mathan’s and mine together.
“Mathan, I—” My voice is muffled, but I need to get to her. And struggling just sends me even farther onto Mathan’s cock.
“Quiet,” he murmurs, his hand falling to wrap around my chest as he molds himself to me. “How do you think it will go if Kallis sees us here and never talks to us again?”
“But think how much better it would be with fresh honey floating around us,” I whisper, and Mathan’s scent pulses as he thrusts hard enough that I nearly slip on the floor.
But there’s a buzz of fear at the edges of our bond, and my heart clenches.
“I want to make you come, baby. But you have to behave.” Mathan nips my ear, and I groan as tingles scatter through me. I roll my eyes as he thrusts again. No matter how much I believe we can say and do absolutely anything and that Bee will always come back to us, I hate it when Mathan’s upset.
I look at him over my shoulder, miming zipping my lips and throwing away the key.
He leans in to kiss my cheek, and my happiness flutters as my mate relaxes. I love how soft he is, and how he can completely envelop me with his body, but I still want to see what Orso’s doing.
I lift myself up on my tippy toes, making it easier for him to bury into me. He presses his mouth against my shoulder, muffling his moans as he speeds up, and he shudders as he takes in my scent.
He’s amazing when he loses it. The combination of his huge weight and my height makes us the perfect match, because Mathan can fuck me even harder than Orso.
I relax my ass, sinking into the feeling of him pounding into me and filling me to the brim as I imagine what her honey must smell like.
My head rocks back, my mouth parted, desperate to call her name as pleasure messes with my mind.
It’s so unfair that Orso and Mathan have scent matched with her, and I’m left hanging on with anticipation.
I want to see her. I want Bee to be with us so we can hug her and love her and take care of her as proper alphas should. I’m so close to feeling like my real self when we’re all together. It’s what I’ve been searching for ever since I knew what it meant to have an omega.
But it’s so hard not to smother her when she’s so pretty, and all I can do is think about her even when I’m sleeping, or when Mathan is driving himself into me.
I just want her to be with us, but she feels so far away.
Especially when the door bursts open and Orso crashes through, clearing the length of the room in six strides to turn the corner and face us.
All while looking like he’s going to cut a bitch.
It would be pretty cool if we weren’t the bitches.
“What are you doing?” he snaps, but he can’t hide anything from us, especially when his cheeks flush and honey rushes over us as soon as he stops dead.
Her scent hits me stronger than Orso’s and Mathan’s did when I first met them, and my whole body spasms as my ass squeezes around Mathan’s cock.
“Oh God,” I moan as I inhale, taking the deepest breaths in the world. A whine louder than Bee’s tears from me as honey floods my senses, and I’m suddenly flying high.
I’m growling, panting, my vision blurring at just the lightest scent of our perfect omega clinging to Orso’s skin.
I come so intensely that I cry out, and all of us watch as my cum hits Orso’s thigh.
I would have burst out laughing at the shock and anger on Orso’s face if my alpha side wasn’t going absolutely freaking crazy.
“Oh my God,” I repeat, grinding my ass back onto Mathan. “Oh, God. Orso, did you—” But I fall off into a whimper as a bubble of honey pops on my tongue, and I snap.
I need to feel her. I have to taste her, or I’m going to go insane.
I reach for Orso with grabby hands as Mathan holds me tight, and Orso looks down at us like he’s trapped in a storm.
His black hair is mussed, and there’s still a slight sheen on his chest from the shower, or maybe it’s from Bee.
But his wide jaw is grit, and the stubble forming complements his broodiness.
“Orso,” I gasp. “Did you see her?” I thrust back onto Mathan; maybe if he comes, he’ll lower his guard, and I can slip free.
“What do you fucking think?” Orso asks.
“Come here,” I demand. “I want to lick your skin.”
He steps toward us. One breath and my legs drop from under me. Mathan’s grip around my chest tightens to stop me from crashing to the floor and crawling to Orso.
I can’t take how good the honey smells, especially when it blends with Orso’s clover. She must have rubbed all over his bare chest, and I need to lick every inch of it.
“Mathan, let me go. We have to go see her.”
“No,” Orso cut in. “You don’t get to be alone with her after how you’ve acted before.”
“Orso, please! It was just a joke about swelling. She didn’t even get it,” I groan, but he’s already blocked off my view.
“You’re staying here with us,” he says.
“But Bee…” I trail off as Orso wraps a hard hand around my tender cock, and I tremble between them. “Even if you don’t know the mechanics, I can show you how it’s done.”
“Enough,” Orso orders, taking me in a kiss of bitter clover with a deep moan. I swear I hear Mathan chuckle.
“You’re staying here,” Orso repeats, before tugging my bottom lip between his teeth. He gives me a small bite, forcing me to look at him as I’m hit with a rush of energy as my pack leader reignites our bond and reminds me who’s in charge.
I choke at the quick zip of pain as he lowers to both knees just as Mathan thrusts again. “You don’t get to move until we say you do,” Orso says.
“No fair! Guys, come on. Our omega is waiting for us! We can’t just—”
But my voice fades into another whine as Orso consumes me, taking my cock too far in his mouth, and ruining my chances at arguing with them.
“Orso, I’m—” but I’m cut off as his tongue sweeps my sensitive cockhead. Orso moans as he goes deeper, knowing how much I love it when I can feel the vibrations through my cock.
“The faster you come, the faster we can go after her,” Mathan says, looking at Orso over my shoulder.
“But I’ve already come!” I cry. “That should be enough!”
Orso’s warning look is enough to say Mathan is going too far by making that promise. It doesn’t matter that we can feel he wants her as well; our pack leader expects us to follow his word.
But it’s too late. He’s said it, and I don’t do take-backs.
“She’s going to get away if we don’t go!” I cry out just as Orso jolts his head and takes me all the way to the freaking hilt.
My back arches, Mathan switches to soft thrusts, and honey curls up from Orso’s chest every time he moves.
“Orso…” I complain. “Mathan, I just want to…”
“The only place you’re going is into my mouth. Now shut up and give me your cock,” Orso growls before he sinks onto me again. I’m already half-hard, but angry and horny. Orso giving orders is so hot that I start thrusting instinctively, even though I still want to struggle.
But Orso is sucking on my cock as if he needs it to distract him from Bee as well. So I’m not the only one struggling!
He must have scented her the moment she slicked, and I can’t believe he’s not going as psycho as I am.
I grip the back of his head, my fingers brushing the ridge of the scar that brought us together as I try to push his head down onto my cock so I can grind into his face, but he’s way stronger than me.
He was the one who bit her, so he should be off the rails. But his fingers dig into my asscheek, and I have to relax so that he can position me on Mathan’s cock and control the speed.
“I’ll come!” I shout as they both slow down, dragging it out so much I’m going to cry. “I promise I’ll come again. So, please, Orso, Mathan, let’s just go.”
I bend forward, clutching at Orso’s head, every gentle slide from Mathan traveling so deep that it feels like he’s connected to Orso’s tongue as my pack leader licks and teases my shaft.
If we did this with Bee, it would be a million times better.
They’re torturing me, all because I want to see our omega.
I close my eyes, feeling into my desire, and all I can see is Bee glaring at me, her thin lips pressed together in irritation as she folds her arms and looks like she wants to whip me with her stethoscope.
When Bee was treating Mathan, there was a point when she leaned back from him, and she definitely smiled. I didn’t see it properly during the game because I was in the net, so I want to see her like that up close. Where she’s happy and loving, and she opens her arms to us.
And it’s the idea of holding her and nuzzling her, of running my teeth over her shoulder and watching her arch her neck so I can give her my bite and mate with her, that has pleasure tearing through my body.
I groan as Orso sucks me harder, and I whimper as Mathan thrusts one final time. Both of us come undone with loud cries.
It’s so good, and my mates are loving me so much, but it’s not enough.
I’m drifting in a place where my heart clenches because I want our omega so badly. But the spell breaks, and the comedown is so fast that I gasp as I rip Orso’s head away from my cock.
“I’ve come!” I cry out. “That’s it! Let’s go!”
“You don’t even know where she is,” Mathan says as he reaches around to stroke my hair from my damp forehead.
“We just need to follow the trail of honey, and then it’ll be okay!” I swear as Mathan pulls his cock from me, and Orso’s throat bobs as he swallows my cum. But I’d rather it was her slick.
“We stink of sex,” Orso says matter-of-factly as he wipes the back of his mouth with his sleeve. “There’s no way we can go and see her after everything she’s said about overbearing alphas.”
We can give her our clothes for her nest, especially Orso’s pants that are covered in my cum. I’m sure she’d love it. Because what kind of omega wouldn’t want to have her alpha’s scents with her whenever she falls asleep?
Just that thought makes me tremble, and my scent grows sharper.
I want to see her nest and her home. I want her to trust us enough to invite us to her most private places and welcome us into her life.
So how can we be the perfect alphas for her and make her see us as something more than just annoying?
Mathan seems like he has the best shot out of all of us, so maybe he should go and see her first.
That’s what I’d say if I were a good person, but fuck that.
“Then we can have a shower. Let’s change our clothes.
We can clean up and just make sure she’s okay,” I say, desperation strong in my voice.
Orso and Mathan get irritated every time I speak as if she’s already ours.
But it’s not just because she’s our omega and our mate; I want to know how she is after she shuddered and whined and scent-marked Orso.
And what kind of people would we be if we didn’t check up on her?