30. Kallis
Kallis
“Are you pouting?” Mathan asks with a chuckle. His accent is turning me on even more.
“Nonsense, I don’t pout,” I say, avoiding his smirk. I’ve flipped over, my knees hugging the outside of his spread thighs, my ass hovering over his lap.
My skirt creates a tent around my legs, so I can’t see where his hands are, just the movement of his forearms as he gently brushes my hips, sweeping his fingers over my thighs.
“So you’re not upset that I’m not stroking your pussy?” The smile in his voice is addictive, and I can’t help but be drawn back to him.
“Judging by the bulge in your pants, I would say you’re the one in more need of relief.”
He bursts into a grin, his hands creeping higher, thumbs edging the outside of my pussy as his fingers dent my skin.
“Shall I pout for you instead? I can be more of a kid than Artie if I don’t get what I want.
” He puckers his lips, pretending to be grumpy, and my smile grows as heat flushes my cheeks.
I nearly laugh as he pecks at me with his pouty mouth.
But he quickly drops the act, pulling me into a tender kiss again.
His thumbs meet my wet heat, and both of us shudder. He teases me, sneaking strokes over my entrance without giving me what I want. So maybe I really will pout.
I rise on my knees, looking down at him, my forearms resting on his shoulders.
“Do it, Mathan,” I say roughly. “Bury your fingers inside me.”
He lets out a noise that almost sounds like a whimper. Mathan’s gaze is so warm that I feel it in my heart. I can’t stop kissing him. I need to taste wildflowers on my every breath, and the scent of the village we both consider home.
He’s already stretched me with one finger, but as he presses two against my entrance and pushes, I gasp. I instantly lower my hips, wanting all of him inside me.
“You’re so soft,” he murmurs, his eyes closed. It feels as if nothing could tear him away from me.
I’m not partial to being the center of attention. It’s only since I met them that I’ve begun to enjoy being the object of someone’s complete focus.
“I want to be inside you,” he groans as he bends his fingers to stroke my inner walls, and I cry out as high pleasure pulses through me.
I know what he means. I want to be connected to him, to feel him move in me, and our bodies blend.
It’s not just my omega side yearning to be free because I’ve kept it controlled all my life.
The three of them shake me in a way that unnerves me, and I want Mathan’s openness that isn’t shrouded like Orso’s caution or Artie’s flirtatious smiles.
“It’s my turn now,” I say as I run my hand from his chest downward. Concern flashes over his face as I reach his stomach. “I love how much bigger you are than me,” I say as I flatten my palm against him. “It feels like you could swallow me up.”
“I want to do more than that,” he says, with a tremor in his voice.
I take my time, enjoying how intensely he watches me as I trace his stomach until my fingers meet his waistband.
In a quick move, I undo the button of his pants with two fingers, and it opens with a satisfying pop.
“It looks like you’re used to doing that,” he says.
“I’m just good with my hands.” In any other situation, that sentence would have been punctual, but an unexpected purr has my eyes widening along with his.
His scent fluctuates, and a small growl rumbles from him as honey perfume curls from me.
As I unzip his fly, he helps by lifting his hips so I can tug away his boxers as well.
My breath catches, and not only because his fingers speed up, caressing the walls of my pussy, sending pleasure fluttering through me. It’s so much that I might have overestimated myself. Because attempting to stroke his cock while he teases me doesn’t seem possible.
Of course I’ve held a cock before. But as I wrap my hand around his length, Mathan lights up, moaning deeply, and it entirely changes the experience.
“You’re so thick,” I whisper, loving the shape of him in my hand.
His back arches, and he grinds himself against me as both his hands twitch.
“I’m not going to be able to—ah!” He gasps as I stroke upward, delicately trailing my finger along the line of his cockhead. “Kallis, I can’t…” he groans as I feed my fingers back down, tips pressing against his base.
As soon as I think of how large his knot would be, my pussy squeezes tight. How much could he fill me if he knotted me? And how long would we stay bound together?
I’ve never enjoyed knotting, no matter how essential it is for my heat. It’s just a necessary part of an omega’s biological process.
But Mathan is…
“You look like you’re hypnotized,” he hums. “Is my cock that good?”
“It has its positives,” I reply with a poor attempt to be coy. Because stroking his cock is a far cry from being fastened to him while making love.
“You’re wonderful,” he says, his smile so open that I relax again.
“I haven’t done anything to deserve that description,” I say.
His murmured reply is lost under my sounds of pleasure as his fingers surge back into me.
“Yes! Just like that.” I gasp as he presses a kiss over my throat.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says while he grinds his fingers, and I shudder around him. How can my pleasure increase when I already feel like I’m going to collapse in his arms?
“Just keep looking at me, Kallis,” Mathan moans. “I want all your attention.”
“You’re being rather greedy for someone with a pack.”
“Let me be. I just want to hold you like this.”
I can’t understand why he sounds so desperate. What thoughts are going through his mind that make him look like he’ll crumble if I leave him?
“And if we’re talking about being greedy, isn’t your pussy the hungry one here?” he asks, his lips hitching as he thrusts into me so hard that my knees lift. I burst out with a cry, throwing one arm around his neck as I move toward him.
I’ve completely lost my ability to stroke his cock, but I still want to feel him close.
“Hold onto me,” he says, burying his nose in the crook of my neck. “You don’t need to do anything else.”
I gasp as his other hand releases my thigh, slowly teasing my clit as his thrusts speed up. He dizzies me with different speeds and pressure until high moans fall from me, and I surge toward an orgasm so quickly that it shocks me.
“Mathan, it’s… it’s too fast!” I cry as he goes deeper, splitting his fingers to press against the walls of my pussy.
We’re a mess of limbs, winding together as our kisses grow more frantic.
Artie and Orso’s shouts still bounce around the rink as they play, but it’s all lost under our desire.
My need swells further, and I rock my hips, chasing his fingers as he draws them from me again.
“Come back,” I groan. “Mathan, don’t leave me like this.”
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs as he lays more kisses over my skin, like he’s tracing my freckles. It’s like he’s deliberately softening me up just to thrust into me so fiercely that I call out so his mates can hear me.
But then it’s another tender stroke, and a thrust, until he’s alternating them, driving me to a point where all I can do is cling to him.
It’s just two fingers, but he pleasures me so deeply that my eyes roll.
“Mathan,” I choke as he curls them inside me, pressing the best area to make me shudder. “Mathan, please.” I gasp. My fingers tighten on his cock, but he doesn’t react.
“What is it?” he asks simply.
How can he stay so calm when I feel like I’m going to explode?
“I’m so close,” I whine. “Stop teasing me and let me come.”
“Are you pouting now?” he asks.
“Yes, I’ll pout as much as you want, just hurry!”
He laughs against my chest, his tongue flicking over my nipple. “I thought you said it was too fast,” he hums in the same way Artie had when he held me.
He doesn’t give me a chance to answer as he plucks my nipple, plays with my clit, and pushes me to the edge.
“Mathan, kiss me again,” I whimper, bringing him back to my lips.
His kiss is even fiercer, his tongue deeper, moans pouring from him as he devours me.
I don’t recognize myself as I ride his fingers, dissolving around him as I give in to my omega side.
An orgasm tears through me so powerfully that I’m crying against him loudly enough that I can hear it echoing in my head as he speeds up his thrusts, sucking my tongue, taking me as far as he can.
I try to stroke him again, but it’s so awkward as a slow whine drops from me, and he groans as he comes in my hand.
“Kallis!” He breaks our kiss to call my name, his head tipping back. And my heart hurts at how incredible he looks as he comes.
With his mouth open, his cries silent, I can taste his pleasure in his scent, in how strongly it pours off him.
It’s magical, and when he straightens his head so he can look at me again, I’m glad to be trapped in his spell.
Our breaths in time, chests rising and falling as we watch each other, the air trembling around us.
“Mathan,” I whisper, lifting a shaking hand to cup his cheek.
“I know,” he says hoarsely. His eyes shutter, like my touch is enough to set him alight, because that’s what it does to me. “I’ve never felt so—”
There’s a bang from behind me, and both of us jump.
Heart pounding, I look over my shoulder to find Artie standing at the gate, definitely pouting.
“Hey, are you guys done yet?” Artie asks as he steps off the ice. “I want to play, too.”