18. Mathan
Mathan
Kallis is so beautiful.
That’s what strikes me first as she sits alone on the bed.
We don’t need to say anything. We move as a pack, surging toward her as her legs spread, her back arches, and we descend on her.
I cup her flushed cheeks, my thumbs stroking along the high lines of her cheekbones, and she watches me without any of the guarded looks she’s given us since we met.
“Your bicep,” she says, looking down as if she can see through my shirt. “Doesn’t it hurt?”
I really thought she’d bat us away, but she trembles under me, her familiar cold expression morphing into something so vulnerable that I melt for her instantly.
“I don’t care. I just want to hold you. All you have to do is tell me you’re sure you want this,” I say, my hands shaking with tension and need.
I need her to tell us again and again that this is her choice.
Before she can reply, her face crumples, and a cry rings from her. I look down to find Orso has already pulled at the neckline of her blouse and the cups of her pretty yellow bra, and his mouth is fastened on her nipple.
The more he falls in love, the sweeter Orso’s scent becomes. It was the same with Artie, where his clover was bitter for months on end before he started opening up and returned to its usual freshness. I won’t point out to him that it’s definitely become lighter than when Kallis first arrived.
I’m scared I’ll miss out, so I drop, my lips pressing to hers. I deepen the kiss as soon as she responds, moaning as honey explodes on my tongue, and I sink into her.
She instantly grips my arms, answering me with a bold kiss that makes me weak. Kallis gasps as she steals my breath, taking it all for herself. How can I not feel this way about her when I can already taste her little moans shivering over my tongue?
Until she suddenly draws back.
“Orso,” she chokes, and my brow furrows that she’s asking for him when she’s kissing me like that. “Orso!” she hisses. Her voice cracks like a whip, instantly making me stand to attention as she grabs the collar of my mate’s shirt and tugs him away from her breast.
“What?” he asks belligerently. “You offered yourself up to us like that, and now you’re saying no?”
I don’t want her to focus on anyone else, but I lower my hands from her cheeks so she can look down at him properly.
“You’re sucking too hard. Did you consider the fact that maybe not everyone likes things as roughly as you do?”
“Then why is your scent getting stronger?” he asks.
“Just keep snapping at me. Let’s see how well that works out for you,” she growls so fiercely it sets Artie and me off, and all of our scents thicken the air.
My callous mate answers her with another scowl, so I decide to take over.
Orso has never been with anyone apart from Artie and me. No omegas, betas, or other alphas. I’m the first person he loved, and he’d only ever had sex with me until Artie joined us. It’s one of the reasons this is such a struggle for him, but I won’t let him go through this alone.
“Kiss her,” I murmur as I bend, and Orso flings himself at her, pulling her into a harsh kiss that has them snarling against each other. At least he’s trying, and I trust Kallis to stop him if it really is too much.
It’s the most animated I’ve ever seen her, and no matter how angry Orso acts, his thrill hums in the bond.
I don’t hesitate as I take her beautiful breasts in my palms. She’s the perfect shape for me to hold her fully. The freckles I admired when she first saw my tattoo flow across her chest like a wave of stars, and I want to kiss each one of them like I do with Artie’s.
Groaning at the weight of her, my thumbs sweep her pert nipples. I know in my heart that the muffled mewl she gives is for me.
I want to treat her so delicately, but sweet honey is summoning me. I lean forward, desire tinging everything as I spread my tongue over her breastbone.
Going deep, I bury my face into the curves of her breasts, licking the edges, scattering tender kisses over her chest until I taste her nipples.
I jump as my pants are yanked around my ass, jerking as Artie runs his tongue down my shaft, throwing my concentration through a loop.
I want to take my time with her and build her pleasure up slowly, to show her how good it can be for her if we had all night. But, just like Artie, she has other ideas.
“Mathan,” she gasps, pushing at Orso’s chest, forcing him away from her again.
She suddenly only has eyes for me, her cheeks reddening further, her lips plump, her chest rising and falling in my palms as she pants.
“You’re too soft. You don’t need to be so gentle.
Give it to me harder.” The sharp order in her voice electrifies me.
“Why the fuck are you asking him for that when you told me you didn’t want it?” Orso broke our moment with his usual abruptness.
Artie can annoy him easily, but Kallis seems to frustrate him so much that every one of his breaths is a growl.
“Because he appears to be better equipped to handle my body than you,” she bites back. “He doesn’t use his mouth like a vacuum.”
The rage that flares through Orso echoes in Artie and me, but Artie snorts, and I send Orso love, telling him to be confident as I press my lips against her breast again.
She cups my head with the hand that had obviously been in her pussy, because her honey is so thick that it becomes rooted in my hair.
“I told you harder,” she says with a stone-cold tone that has me moaning into her.
I love how she clenches my hair so fiercely that it feels like she’s pulling the skin from my scalp. And she whines as she stuffs my face against her breast.
I know how rough Orso can be, so I can find a middle ground, but I don’t want to hurt her, either.
And then she does something even more beautiful than offering her pussy to us. She calls out as I lick her. “Yes. Just like that, Mathan.”
I nearly come at the sound of her voice, pleasure shuddering through me as Artie teases my cockhead with his tongue.
My eyes roll, my hands sliding to clutch her waist, and I grind my cock into my mate’s mouth as I hear his moan below.
“Just keep telling us how you’re feeling,” I say, kissing her breastbone again. “I love it when you’re honest with us.” My accent is emerging again, and I hope it turns her on as much as it does with my mates.
Orso joins me, lowering to suck on her other breast.
Did we ever really think we’d be able to touch her like this? I don’t want to waste any time, and I’m already contemplating reaching for her pussy.
Kallis’s head rocks back, and a sharp cry of pleasure drops from her lips as we lick and tease her breasts. I shift my hands, pressing my palms flat on her back. Orso digs his fingers into her hips, and we move her farther onto the bed, all while Artie widens her knees.
But that’s not all Artie does.
I jump, looking down to find Artie grinning as he wraps his hand around my cock, pulling his mouth away. He’s already gripping Orso as well, like payback for how we hadn’t let him free when we fucked him before.
My hand trembles on the waistband of her skirt, pushing it away so I can clasp her ass and feel her hard muscle under her skin. The anticipation is killing me.
“Bee, you’ve got to tell us,” Artie says, kissing his way up her thighs as he pumps at our cocks.
“What?” she asks, her words slow and distracted by our touch as she looks at him. “What must I tell you?”
“We know you stole those bars from the locker room. We can smell them in here. So you have to tell us: what’s your favorite?”
Her gaze dances between the three of us, fear flying across her face as we watch her hungrily.
“It’s okay,” I murmur as I massage her ass. “You don’t have to answer him.”
“I dunno. I think it’ll be more fun if she does.” Artie leans forward, pressing his lips to her stomach as I take her nipple between my teeth.
All of us want to know the answer, even if we don’t agree with the question. Does Kallis have a preference, or does she like the taste of all of our oats?
“Bee,” Artie singsongs, but she doesn’t answer, so we move instead.
I knead her ass, Orso keeps her pinned with his hands on her hips, and Artie pinches her pantyhose in between his teeth. All of us groan as he yanks at them, tearing the thin material away so he can kiss the outside of her panties.
“Come on, Bee, you know what you gotta do. I won’t lick your pussy until you tell us who your favorite is,” Artie says, and Orso and I smirk as she whines.