31. Kallis
Kallis
“Ithought you’d come to watch us all, but I guess Mathan’s cock is just way more interesting than my blocks,” Artie says as he lifts one foot to untie his skates.
“He’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” Mathan asks proudly as he slowly pulls his fingers from me.
My mind is so dizzy from the orgasm that all I can do is watch him as he undresses, his bulky uniform hitting the floor, and his scent rushes toward us.
I don’t want Mathan to leave me, because the moment his fingers are free, slick follows.
I nearly groan because I just know it’s building over his hand.
The art of medicine fascinates me, but having a body can be so embarrassing, especially when Mathan presses his fingers back against me like he’s making sure none escapes.
“You don’t have to do that,” I say, avoiding his gaze. “I can clean myself up.”
“If you think Artie’s going to come over here and not play with your pussy, then you didn’t learn anything the last time we were together. He’s the hungriest out of all of us. One of his favorite ways to piss Orso off is to suck his cock until he’s snarling.”
“Is that how you control Orso then?”
“Hm, it’s a way to get on his good side, at least.” Mathan leans forward, dropping the lightest kiss on my nose. “But he’s fun when he’s wound up as well.”
“I can hardly agree,” I reply, thinking of every interaction Orso and I have had so far.
“You haven’t seen him crazy yet. The last time was just a taster; it’s when he really loses it that he turns into a proper bear.”
I arch a brow, not sure what to believe, but Mathan just chuckles in reply.
“I’m feeling kind of put out, you know,” Artie says right beside my ear, and I jump again. “Every time Mathan is here, you get totally absorbed in him. It looks like I’ve got to show you I’m worth it as well.”
“Why do you think it’s a matter of worth?” I ask. It’s a strange way to approach it when my relationship with each one of them has developed in different directions and with varying intensities.
Artie looks at me as if he’s assessing me. My hands still clutch Mathan’s shoulders, my back at a forty-five-degree angle, my thighs spread as I balance over Mathan’s lap even though my legs spasm. My body hums, and Artie’s cut-grass scent is firing my desire again.
Artie swoops down, bringing me into a tender kiss that sets my senses alight. I’m flooded, his freshness shuddering straight through me as we moan together.
I lift a hand, grasping the front of his shirt, making sure he stays against me because the defenses that were already crumbling with Mathan shatter the moment Artie touches me. His kiss is what I really need to give in.
Most would see it as just a kiss, but something deep inside me emerges with his taste, and I want to search for it. Our tongues meet, and Artie slants his head, clutching the sides of my neck so he can bring me close.
By the time he pulls back, I’m panting, gasping for air in a way I haven’t with anyone else, because his kiss was a blend of hard and soft that perfectly balances his mates.
“I want to prove that we’re the pack for you, and we can’t do that if you’re only getting googly-eyed over Mathan.”
Not once in my life has anyone described me as ‘googly-eyed’, so I don’t have a reply.
I tremble as Artie steps back, and track him fiercely because I don’t want him to escape. It suddenly feels like I can’t move until he holds me properly. Urgency rises inside me as his hand trails down my back, and he grins again.
“Do you like how my scent gets caught in my padding? I want to mark you all over with it, but there’s something else that’s calling me.”
I instinctively rock back as his hand rounds my ass, surprised at myself as I lift my hips as he cups me.
I correct it as quickly as I can. I expect Artie to have some quip about me presenting to him. Even in the depths of my heat, I only present to alphas when I need them to hurry up because I have things to do.
Artie just blows out a slow breath. “Oh wow,” he says. “Your skirt is super soft. It makes me want to bury straight into it.”
Instead of burying, he bunches the hem in one hand, his other lying flat on my lower back as he draws it upward.
“Hey, can I lift up your skirt?” he asks as the hem brushes the backs of my thighs.
“Why would you ask when you’re already doing it?” I reply. I don’t realize how much Mathan has warmed me up until an icy breeze sweeps around my ass. I didn’t consider the consequences of visiting an ice rink with no underwear.
“Hm, just because? Besides, I want a close-up of how Mathan has treated you, so I was just getting your permission first,” he says. He drops to his knees without a warning, shuffling between Mathan’s thighs.
It seems the order is skewed, but I can’t complain when his hot breath strokes my pussy.
“This is amazing!” he exclaims from below. “Bee, do you know what you look like right now? You’re so pretty!”
I gasp as his fingers suddenly run over my pussy. “It’s so warm under here! It’s like a cozy little cavern, and your pussy is the campfire.”
Artie is too loud, and I’m blushing before he even caresses my entrance.
“It’s like Mathan was your starter and I’m here as your main course,” he says, punctuated by another stroke that makes me shudder.
“How can you say things like that with a straight face?” I ask him.
“Well, you can’t really see my face when I’m about to eat you out, can you? That’s kind of the benefit. It’s like I’m talking to your pussy as well.”
I want to bury myself in Mathan’s chest and hide because hearing him say things so bluntly is too much. He doesn’t hold anything back, and I’m not used to this level of honesty.
But there’s no time to hide as his tongue replaces his fingers. Mathan’s large hands grip my waist to support me as my deep cry echoes between us.
Pleasure hums through me, and Mathan’s hands slide up my torso as Artie flicks his tongue against my aching clit. I’m already so sensitive from Mathan’s fingers, and it makes everything feel more alive. A single moment of contact sends electric pleasure firing through me.
“Artie!” I cry out as my hips sway.
“Bee, do you know how wet you are? You’re even more soaked than the last time I ate you out. Mathan is just that sexy, isn’t he?”
Artie kisses my asscheek so quickly that I struggle to keep up. His lips are still cold, and I jump as he roams around, placing kisses wherever he wants, chattering the whole time.
“Your honey is so tasty,” he groans. “I missed you, you know that? It’s like all I need to do is eat your pussy and I can be happy.”
I gasp as his tongue brushes my clit, and Mathan smirks as he licks the fingertips he teased me with. I love how much he groans as he tastes me.
“Well, what do you think?” Mathan asks.
“Think about—” I cry out as Artie’s tongue suddenly runs through my pussy. Mathan arches a brow, his smile growing wider as Artie spreads his tongue flat along me, and I whine as my pleasure blooms.
“Hey, Bee, can I lick your pussy?” Artie asks.
“You’re already licking me!” I cry out.
“That was just testing the waters, though. I wanted to see if you were up for it. It’s way different from going to town,” he chuckles before he plunges his tongue into me, and I buckle.
The bench shakes as I slip, my chest crashing into Mathan’s.
His hands go to my back, and a low whine pours from me as I shudder in Mathan’s arms.
“He always gets excited, but that’s what I love about him,” Mathan says as I use his shoulders to straighten myself.
I’m so taken aback that I drop my hips onto Artie’s tongue, but he pulls out to keep chattering away.
“Bee, do you know you clench me right when I push my tongue in deep? I bet that’s your favorite spot, isn’t it?
” he asks as a finger replaces his tongue, surging into me, finding the exact place he mentioned.
“Wow, your pussy really loves this. Do you think you could take three fingers? Mine are more spindly than Mathan’s, but Orso says two of his feel like three of mine.
Though you’re clenching so much, it could still be a squeeze.
I’m lining up two fingers, alright? We’ll start small. ”
“You don’t have to give a running commentary!” I call out, though it’s making me even hotter.
“It’s okay, my mouth is going to be busy soon, anyway. I’m the only one who’s kissed your pussy so far, so I want to make sure Mathan knows what’s going on.”
I tip my head back, as if I could see what Artie’s doing. I twitch as my gaze clashes with Orso, glaring straight at us from the gate. Suddenly, the lightness that Artie conjured is dampened as Orso’s presence weighs on me, along with his scent.
My smile slips away. I don’t want it to go, but my heart is instantly trapped between them. How long has he been standing there?
“Hey, what’s going on?” Artie calls out. “Do you know your slick just got thicker?”
It’s definitely because the need I have for them grows even more intense. The desire Orso inspires with a single look is breathtaking.
“Are you just going to stand there?” I ask, nerves turning my voice into ice as I tense up. I feel so open with Mathan, and Artie unlocks a playfulness in me I haven’t experienced before, but Orso is already buried deep in my heart from the pieces of our shattered bond.
I wonder briefly if Orso is keeping away because he’s not familiar with omegas. How would he react if I told him I was out of my depth here, too? If I asked him to be patient so we could learn about each other’s bodies instead of diving into something long-term, would he be offended?
“I don’t know. I like watching my mates pick you apart.” Orso shrugs as if he’s not affected, even though his pants have tented just as much as Mathan’s did.
I was sure he noticed where my eyes go, but he doesn’t hide from me. I want to tell him that I need his body pressed against mine as much as Mathan and Artie, but it’s harder to make myself vulnerable for him when he’s already seen my heart and rejected it. But I did the same with him.
“Fine, do as you wish,” I say, turning back to Mathan, even though my heart stings at his distance. If it had been any other situation, I would have shut down and gone silent. Except Artie chooses that moment to act, and I groan as two fingers sink into me.
Pleasure spirals through me, choking as I meet Mathan’s soft gaze. Despite Artie’s fingers being more nimble than his, it means he can be more precise.
“It’s okay,” Mathan says, cupping my cheek as he pulls me close to his lips again. “We’ll love you enough, so you don’t miss Orso.”
I whimper as I collapse into Mathan’s kiss, but it’s impossible not to feel Orso watching us.
I don’t know if I can keep up as Artie removes his fingers and rises from under my legs in another wave of honey. I look over my shoulder, and he beams as he licks his lips before squeezing my ass again.
“Buckle up, Bee. I’ve got something else I want to try.”