41. Kallis
Kallis
Another warning growl falls from me, but Orso catches it as he takes a breath before diving back into me. He devours me so desperately that I push back, drinking every clover-soaked gasp all so I can keep kissing him.
Pleasure shivers from my lips and tongue, curling down my throat to wind itself around my heart.
I never want to stop. Even though I’m fighting with myself over how clearly he stated that his presence is conditional, I can’t hold back.
The sweetness of his clover has grown stronger, and I want to capture that for myself.
“You’re beautiful,” Orso murmurs, looking at me with a tenderness I didn’t know he was capable of. And it shakes me to my core. It’s unnerving how fiercely I react to him, along with how easily lust dominates me the moment he touches me.
I kiss him again to avoid the remark. What reply should I give that doesn’t make me sound robotic?
Thank you? That’s very kind? Your appreciation is most welcome?
At least with Mathan and Artie they teased me and made me moan so I didn’t have to answer.
A thud goes through my body, and I tear myself from his lips with a cry of shock.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” he asks instantly. My eyes widen as I choke, my stomach dropping as pain boils in my abdomen.
“No…” I shudder as my fingers dig into his forearms. “Not yet…”
I still have a week left. It shouldn’t be here.
“Kallis, what’s wrong?” Worry lights his voice as his grasp grows firmer, as if I may collapse any second.
Desire erupts, ripping through me like a vicious plague, and suddenly all I need is the alpha in front of me and my nest.
“I’m sorry I kissed you, Kallis. I shouldn’t have—” But his words vanish as I launch myself at him with a growl.
As soon as we connect, when he kisses me back, a low whine pours from me while perfume blooms around us. My legs go weak, and I fall into Orso as he wraps his arms around my back and holds me close.
It’s not my heat, not yet. But my preheat is coming with a vengeance because my double-strength suppressants have been forcing it back. I’m torn between preparing my nest and mounting the man in front of me.
I obviously thought ahead about the complications that would arise from my office being my nest, though I planned to address them once I determined what the three of them wanted regarding my heat.
Orso shattered any expectation I had of them when he said that sex meant a commitment, yet he’s dizzied me so much that I’ve forgotten about the future.
Perfume curls from me, and we moan together as Orso’s grip on my waist and neck grows firmer, and he deepens the kiss. I whine again as his tongue meets mine, more clover taking me over.
My omega side is pounding through me. It’s imperative that I move the brain scanner back to its exact position, arrange my desk, and sensibly ration out my oat bars before my heat comes.
Except that beating need is swept away as Orso’s tongue presses against mine, his cock dents my pants, and he grinds his hips with a groan.
I whimper, clasping to him even more tightly as I pant.
I still have a day. I just need to come once to clear my head, and then I’ll take action.
“Whatever happens between now and the end of the year doesn’t mean I want to be in your pack,” I say.
“You’re saying ‘now’ like something more is happening.”
“Considering your reluctance to touch me since we met, would you not consider this ‘more’?” I arch a brow.
His face hardens, and I suspect he’ll growl again, at odds with what he’s just said. Consistency isn’t his strong suit.
He hasn’t reacted to my perfume, which clearly announces I’m in preheat.
I have to arrange my succulents and hang my jacket on the back of the door with my stethoscope over.
I need to add oat bars to every surface and spread my favorite issues of Science across my desk in chronological order.
The urge to prepare is choking me, and I want to jump back and hurriedly organize it.
But Orso’s kisses are like the fuel I need to survive.
My mind is already racing along with my body as my omega side takes over, my inhibitions decrease, and the question I want to ask them falls free.
“Orso… Do you want to fuck me?”
Not quite like that. I was aiming for more of a ‘Would you join me for my heat?’ but, judging from his reaction, it’s the wrong thing to say anyway.
Because his face goes blanker than mine, his pupils pulse, and it looks like he’s having a tonic seizure. Fear tears through me. I’ve let my desire get to my head. I foolishly assumed he would feel the same as his mates because he kissed me first.
His grip tightens, and I’m a second away from apologizing when another growl pours from him, and he moves too quickly for me to respond.
One hand travels to my ass, the other grips the front of my pants, and he yanks them down in an effort to reach my pussy.
I gasp in surprise as his fingers speed past short hair to my clit through my underwear so fast that panic spikes through me as my fear of being touched bursts to life.
I expect to struggle, to fight against his sudden intrusion. But the panic I’m so used to eases the moment sweet clover floods my mouth again in a kiss so desperate I’m swept away.
His growl is like thunder as he draws back just as fast.
“You better be fucking prepared for what you just asked for,” he snaps. His nose presses to mine, glaring at me so fiercely that I want to meet his anger with my own.
I growl straight back. Because how dare he suggest I don’t know what I want after weeks, potentially months of deliberating?
My hand presses hard against his chest, fingers digging; I consider clawing his chest. The reaction is poisonous, and I shock myself at how I want to cut into him.
“You’re far too arrogant for an alpha who doesn’t know what he’s doing,” I say darkly, which sets him off even more.
“Are you asking me to prove it?” His fingers shift, knocking my clit before he pushes my underwear aside.
“I’m telling you to show me you’re not all talk.” And to pleasure me enough that I don’t embarrass myself by anxiously running around the room for half a day making sure every millimeter of the room is perfect. That’s why I work during my preheat; I need the distraction.
But I don’t need to worry, because I suddenly cry out as pleasure pulses through me, and I groan against his mouth. It’s barely one stroke, but I already want to submit. How will I manage during my heat with three of them if Orso affects me so strongly now?
“This is the first time I’ve touched you here. Artie’s tasted you, and Mathan has already made you come with his fingers deep inside you. But I’ve been so fucking scared to kiss you because of this feeling right here.”
“You mean rubbing my pussy?”
“You know what I fucking mean, Kallis,” he snaps. “I can tell by the look on your face you’re feeling it too. So this is your last chance to stop me.”
I lean in close, removing my hand to grind my chest against his as I pluck his lower lip between my teeth. I tug on him, almost tempted to bite him because a flare of annoyance goes through me at his assumption.
“I asked you to fuck me, Orso. If you plan to stand around warning me to tell you to stop, then leave, and I’ll take care of this myself.”
That’s enough to spur him on, and I nearly laugh at the snarl that rips from him before he hurls himself at me.
It’s insane that I trust him to treat me well despite his actions up to this point.
As he shoves my panties aside and thrusts a finger deep into me, pleasure flowers in me, and I cling to him. With a shift of my hips, I welcome him as I cry out and he moans my name.
“You can take more fingers already. Have you been playing with yourself every night?”
“My heat is nearly here. What else am I going to do with all my built-up desire?” I ask as if the answer isn’t obvious.
The flash in his gaze tells me what he wants.
But I would have never called them to help before my heat, no matter how much I thought about them.
The only reason I didn’t spend that entire night with them at the ice rink was that the bench broke.
I managed to clear my head when we were ice skating, and I left before any meaningful promises were made.
“You’re so fucking wet. Is this what Mathan and Artie felt whenever they touched you?
” Orso groans as he steals another kiss.
“I’ve been a fucking idiot to hold back from you.
” His lips trail over my cheeks, my jaw, skimming a line under my ear before kissing my neck.
All while my murmured replies tell him how much I’m enjoying it.
I could be more vocal. But my pleasure is building, and I’m growing weak in his arms. My vision tunnels to where all I can feel are his fingers inside me, and his hand skimming down my forearm to clutch my left wrist.
“Are you going to perfume again? Or am I only enough for one shot?” he asks. “It poured out of you when you were with my mates. I guess I’m not good enough for you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” I scowl, which only makes him smirk, as if he’s forced me to admit I like him, like it isn’t obvious from how my slick builds around his fingers.
“I’m on double-strength suppressants. They only failed briefly.” I answer.
“I guess I just have to make you hot enough that they fail completely.” His gaze flashes, as if he craves the challenge.
And my response is a groan as my pussy clenches around him when he pulses his fingers inside me.
Orso lifts my wrist, pressing a hard kiss against the area he’d bitten just ten months ago.
His eyelids flutter, like he doesn’t even need an answer from me as long as he can taste it on my skin.
He flattens his tongue, licking firmly, and I hope he can feel the two small ridges from where he clamped my flesh between his teeth.
He looks like he’s struggling worse than I am when he meets my gaze again. It’s as if kissing that spot is more important to him than anything else.
The risk of a bite during my heat hovers in my mind. I can’t afford for them to mistake my desire as a wish to mate with them. But the brief tenderness of his touch washes away the fear.
He takes me in a kiss again, and I fall further into pleasure as my preheat urges me on. I may even end up demanding his knot before I’ve fully prepared my nest.
I’m so caught up in him that it’s only when he raises his hand that I notice his phone is already ringing.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but he doesn’t give me time to answer. I gasp, pleasure shuddering through me as he roughly thrusts, his fingers driving deep, filling me as thoroughly as Mathan had.
“Orso? What’s wrong?” Mathan answers the second I let out a cry as Orso changes the angle, surging so high inside me that my whole body jolts.
I’m torn between burying my face into Orso’s shoulder to hide my passionate sounds and leaning closer to the phone.
“Are you still getting ice cream with Artie?” Orso asks.
“Aye, we’re already in the car. We’ll be back to the rink in ten minutes.”
My omega side is winning, and I seek out Mathan and Artie, groaning happily at their voices. I need to temper my desires until they arrive so that Orso doesn’t take control.
“Perfect.” Orso grins so freely that my heart squeezes as he presses a soft kiss to my cheek. “Put me on speakerphone. I need you both to hear this.”