48. Kallis
Kallis
Artie’s yell splits through my half-conscious state as he falls backward, the bed shaking when he lands.
I watch him carefully, failing to catch up through the haze that clouds my mind.
I scan the room. Orso and Mathan hover by an intricate wooden bedpost that Artie has fallen against. Mathan smirks while Orso’s concern is evident, yet he moves away from the bed.
“Where am I?” I croak, my throat dry as I sit up.
A quick internal body scan shows I haven’t gone into heat, but I still feel ruffled and stiff, like something is out of place.
“My room…” Artie chokes. “You came in here after you fell asleep in Mathan’s fort.”
“Thank you,” I say to Orso as he offers me a glass of water. One sip and my mind clears enough to see Artie cursing as he furiously rubs his forehead.
“No water for me?” Artie asks, but Orso keeps scowling.
“You’ll be fine,” he says coldly. “You brought that on yourself.” He snatches the glass back before I crawl toward Artie. I ignore the dizziness from my stinging forehead, more concerned about how his neck bent when he fell.
“Are you injured at all?” I ask. I move closer, pushing between his legs to get to him. “Lift your chin, Artie. I need to inspect you.”
He knocks his head back against the post to glare at me.
“That really hurt, Bee!” he whines as tears bead at the corners of his eyes. “How could you do that to me? Me!?”
His pinkening forehead doesn’t look bad enough to warrant any treatment.
I cup his cheeks, wiping away the cresting tears with my thumbs as I test potential tenderness along his sternocleidomastoid muscles under his jaw.
He shudders, his lips parting in a small moan, and I’m worried he’s actually in pain until he asks, “Do you like examining me?” with a lilt to his voice as the corner of his mouth hitches.
I can now recognize his flirting, and I’m far too receptive to it, so I choose to ignore him.
“I’m sorry,” I say. “You startled me.” I attempt to use the same relaxing tone that Mathan is so good at.
The one that promises everything will be fine and that I never need to worry because he’s there.
“You could have been anyone, and I needed to protect myself.” I’m sure that came off as reassuring because, despite the blend of annoyance and caution coming from his mates, Artie bursts into a grin.
“That’s okay! I know you did it from a place of love,” he replies, his pain apparently forgotten. “It’s the best thing ever when my omega takes care of me.”
“You really did, though. I’m not particularly fond of people mounting me when I sleep,” I reply numbly.
I panicked when his face filled my vision, especially when I woke up in a strange location, so my first instinct was to fight.
If it had been someone attacking me, the method would have worked.
It’s only their scents that stopped me from bolting from the room.
Artie pulls me into a hug before I can react. As soon as freshly cut grass brushes my nostrils, the peace I only find with them washes over me.
“It’s better straight from the source, isn’t it?” Artie asks cheerfully.
“What do you mean?” I want to lean back and question him further, but he holds on tight.
“Just lick my neck. Go on. I know how much you like my scent already.”
“You’ve been hurt,” I stress.
“Yeah, well, so have you. And I bet sucking on your alpha is going to make it allll better,” he chuckles.
“Artie,” Orso hisses. The bed shakes as I assume he climbs on. It’s rather hard to tell, as Artie’s fingers bury in my messy hair, stroking my neck with gentle purrs as he keeps me against his shoulder.
I make a small sound of agreement, pressing a kiss to his neck.
Artie hums as a shudder goes through me, and I give in so quickly that there was no point resisting in the first place.
As I open my lips, his cut-grass scent grows stronger as his desire increases, and my eyes flutter as I run my tongue over his collarbone.
I swallow my whine of happiness from how maddeningly good it feels and how luscious he tastes.
“Yeah, that’s more like it.” He grins. “It’s clearing right up. Your tongue is basically magic, Bee!”
I’m certain he’s lying, but I let it go as I shuffle nearer so I can press my chest to his. The height difference means my ass sticks out, but after the day we’ve had, I imagine Orso and Mathan won’t complain.
When I take another deep inhale, a rumble goes through my body, my limbs become weak, and I gasp in shock as pain slices through my abdomen.
I jerk in Artie’s arms, a whimper tearing from me as fire explodes in my body, and my heat erupts.
Perfume bursts from me, suddenly flooding Artie’s room, and all four of us moan together.
I push at Artie’s chest, forcing myself to edge back, but it doesn’t work. As I see his hungry gaze, I leap for him.
“Bee, I—” But I cut him off as my lips meet his, pulling him into a fierce kiss as more perfume pours from me.
The ache morphs into heat as need surges in me, and my desire for them burns so intensely that I have to touch them or I’ll melt.
I want them, and nothing else. I’ve known that all along, but I’ve made excuses at every opportunity. They have to stay with me, or I’m going to lose my mind.
The moment I kiss Artie, another whine echoes between us, and I writhe under him, eventually choosing to wrap my arms around his neck so he’ll keep holding me.
His hands find my waist, both sliding downward.
One to my ass, the other feeding between my legs, knuckles pressing through my pants, and nowhere close enough to my pussy.
My moans grow higher as I spread my legs, and he pushes harder, kneading my crotch, but I need more.
I join him by rolling my hips, my desperation rising.
“Off,” I order before throwing myself back onto him. Even a second without tasting him is too long.
“Bee, hang on!” Artie cries out as I kiss his cheeks, licking at him just like he wants.
“Get my pants off,” I demand before taking his lips again. I rise up on my knees, and he unzips the fly, dragging them over my ass.
The scent of my slick overpowers anything else, and the bed dips as Orso and Mathan come toward me. I hear rustling, and I assume they are pushing the duvet away to make space for themselves. But my awareness of them fades as Artie’s warm fingers press against my pussy.
He captures my cry as he slips past blonde hair to push inside me, two fingers burying deep while his tongue spreads over mine. He seamlessly drives into me, pleasure forcing stars to burst behind my eyes as his other hand digs into my bare ass cheek.
More hands join his, two tugging my pants to my knees while another fists my hair, grabbing my shoulder to tear me away from Artie.
“No, wait!” I gasp. “I need—”
My gaze clashes with Orso’s fury, and more perfume spills from me.
“Are you in heat?” Orso snarls, as if he can’t scent it in my perfume and my slick.
I’m too needy to answer, and my back arches as Artie’s fingers soar into me again.
“She’s so pretty when she’s horny, aren’t you, Bee?” Artie hums, leaning in to kiss my chest.
“Orso… come here…” I groan, my arms leaving Artie’s shoulders to pull at Orso’s shirt and bring him close. But Orso refuses to move, clenching my hair and my shoulder too hard, his hands trembling.
I can feel Mathan’s gaze on my back as he methodically takes off my pants, lifting one knee at a time.
There are too many actions to keep track of when my mind is already spinning with Artie’s strokes. Mathan moves nearer, his stomach pressed against my back, making sure I stay balanced, all while running kisses over my neck.
“Orso,” I groan. “Just let me taste you.”
It’s the same as when I called for him in the restaurant. He’s frozen, and I can see him seriously deliberating what to do. But I don’t want to wait any longer.
I slowly tip back, my ass resting on my heels, and Orso moves with me. Artie’s fingers keep pumping, Mathan’s lips travel over my shoulder, and Orso’s stare penetrates me as deeply as his cock had the first time he entered me.
The heat that roars through me clouds my judgment as my omega side takes over.
My hands drop from Orso’s shirt to his pants, desperately fighting with his belt to reach his cock.
But he clasps one wrist, his other fingers still bunched in my hair. All he does is watch me with an aching expression, and I can’t take it.
I jerk my head forward, unbothered by the pain as my hair stretches in his hand. Orso won’t give me what I need, but the young alpha looking up at me with shining eyes will do anything I ask him to.
With the same precision I used in the operating room, I unbutton Artie’s pants with one hand and then pull them away from his hips, firmly gripping his cock.
Before he can even gasp, I hover over him.
“Bee, let me do it. You don’t have to force yourself,” he groans as I give him a firm stroke. He’s so hard and warm in my palm that I shudder. I can’t wait for them to move; I have to take action.
It’s so fast, but I need it straight away. There’s no time for feelings or thoughts of the consequences.
My pants are off, my pussy is drenched in slick, and I pull Artie’s fingers from me to make space for something much thicker.
I kiss him again, Orso’s grasp loosens in my hair, and Mathan murmurs his encouragement as I line Artie’s cock up with my entrance, and sink onto him with a loud cry.