49. Kallis
Kallis
“You’re so pretty,” Artie groans as he thrusts up.
“Artie!” I choke out as he fills me. “Artie, harder.”
“You’re so fucking pretty, Bee. Do you like my cock? Is that why you chose me first? Because you know how good my knot’s gonna be?”
I whine at every movement, pleasure spiraling through me. My legs shake, knees squeezing his hips, perfume curling from me as his mates hold me.
“You were the closest,” I gasp, aiming to reach his lips.
“You’re so mean, Bee. But that’s why you look so sexy when you lose it. You’re all prim and proper, but now all you want is my cock.” He punctuates the last word with a firm thrust, and my eyes roll as I burst out into a cry.
His fingers sink into my hips, his moans as loud as mine as he bends his knees, using his thighs to knock me forward.
“That’s it,” he groans. “That’s my omega. Your lips are so pretty when they’re swollen.”
“Just kiss me. Any of you,” I beg.
“No way, Bee. You’re on my cock, you gotta pay attention to me. That’s how it works.”
“It doesn’t, Artie. Stop being so possessive,” Mathan says, his fingers brushing up my spine, meeting Orso’s hand on my neck. He leans forward to entice me into a kiss that overflows with wildflowers and love.
“It’s okay, we’ve got you. We’ll take care of you, so just tell us what you want.” Mathan’s smile is so gentle that I shudder deep inside, clenching around Artie’s cock as I reach for him.
“Mathan, I need—” But Artie thrusts so hard that I tip forward, gasping as he suddenly wraps his hands around my back.
Maybe I imagine the dark look in his eyes, or the light growl by my ear. “You stay with me,” Artie says in a low voice I don’t recognize. “I’ll give you what you need.”
My breasts press against his chest; each movement nudging my nipples, which joins the pleasure pulsing in my body.
Mathan sighs from behind me. “Loosen your grip, Artie. I want to take her shirt off.” But Artie ignores him, and I become absorbed in the sensation of his fierce thrusts.
Mathan struggles, feeding his hands between us as he unbuttons me far too slowly.
“I’m too hot, just rip it,” I groan as I lean back, my ass wedged against Artie’s thighs, forcing Artie to make space between us. “You can buy me a new one as payment.”
Mathan’s laugh rings through me as a rapid tear has buttons spilling around us, and I moan in relief as the cool air of the room sweeps my skin. But it’s quickly replaced by Artie’s warm chest as he drags me back.
There’s a shift in Artie’s scent, and I can’t mistake his growls this time as his rut rises.
“Doesn’t that feel good? Does my omega like it when I thrust into her?”
There’s no space to kiss him as he keeps chattering, so I return to my original task of licking his neck.
My eyes shut; I moan at how perfect it feels to be connected to him. Fucking in my nest was comfortable, but blending my heat with Artie’s heightened scent makes me want to stay with him forever. His freshly cut grass becomes even more potent when doused with his building rut.
It’s bizarre how, even in my heat-filled state, I still feel nervous about asking for a knot. I have no hesitation about taking Artie’s cock, but, like when I first kissed him, a knot feels like the final piece that will bring me together with them.
Orso will take time to convince, but Mathan and Artie will knot me without a second thought.
But I’m torn from my building pleasure as a snarl rips from Orso, and I gasp as Artie is suddenly yanked away from me.
“Hey!” he shouts. “Orso, come on, man! I wasn’t going to bite bite, just kind of nibble a bit…” Though his sheepish look says otherwise. Anger rushes through me, but my heat is so powerful in my body that I can’t maintain it for long.
“And if you broke her skin?” Orso snaps.
“Bee wouldn’t mind a little bite or two?”
I roll my eyes because my omega side is rising, pounding through me, telling me to mate with them without consideration for the future. All I need to do is let them sink their teeth into me, and I can feel more pleasure.
“Could you stop talking about me like I’m not here?” I ask. “Just because I’m in heat doesn’t mean I can’t hold a conversation.” Though it’s considerably more difficult, as Artie maintains his thrusts even when arguing.
“What do you say?” Artie hums. “Want a bite?”
“No. I do not,” I reply flatly. Though the effect of my response is reduced because Artie surges at just the right angle, I whine.
“Okay, but like, you don’t have to be so certain about it,” Artie groans as Orso tugs his hair back, clutching both of us.
“Don’t ruin my fun, Orso.” Artie grins. Orso’s answer? To swoop down and take his mate in a fierce kiss as he growls against him. Artie’s grip tightens as he becomes lost in Orso’s lips. Mathan replaces the pair, moving to my left side so I can see him properly.
“Just let them play,” he murmurs as his kisses keep roaming across my shoulders, and he unhooks my bra. His fingers feed under the thin straps, and he treats me like I’m made of glass as he draws my arms through them, all while we watch them.
His hand goes to the bruises on my side, laying his hand flat against them, and the protectiveness that swells in his scent makes my omega side even more needy.
Mathan’s lips trace the softest part of my neck. “If you give Artie all your love now, he’ll be sated for a while.”
“I don’t want you to go,” I gasp, and he chuckles in reply.
“Don’t think I won’t have my time with you. I love you just as much as they do, but they’ll keep fighting like this until the four of us find our rhythm together.”
“But, I—” Mathan kisses me so tenderly that it leaves me shivering. I moan as wildflowers sweep over my tongue, and I press my hand against the spot on his chest that means so much. I want him to take his shirt off to stroke it, but there’s nothing I can do in my position.
“We’re here for you, so I’ll try to make sure our issues don’t get in your way.” My brow creases, but I can’t ask what he means when another wave of heat plows into my body. A cry tears from me, and Orso rips himself from Artie.
“What is it?” Orso asks, panic in his voice. “What’s wrong?”
“She’s just upset that you’re stopping me from fucking her properly,” Artie pouts, glaring at Orso.
Mathan strokes the ridges of my spine, soothing me as all of Artie’s attention goes back to me.
Barely a minute passes, but it feels like an eternity as I return to Artie. The height difference means I can rear over him, my elbows on his shoulders as I grind on his cock, losing myself again as I look down at his shining smile.
“You’re the prettiest omega in the world,” Artie sighs just before he thrusts again and the pleasure I so desperately need builds.
“I didn’t become a surgeon just for alphas to call me pretty. I have other assets, you know,” I groan. He appears to ignore my first remark.
“Hell yeah, you do,” he laughs as he buries his face into my breasts.
I gasp before he takes a nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue and making me moan for the hundredth time today.
“More, Artie.” I shudder as I tug at his earlobe. “You can’t stop there.”
“Oh man, Bee, you’re so cute when you beg like that.
Just keep telling me what you like, okay?
I totally don’t have enough hands, but Mathan and Orso will help.
Won’t they?” The edge of his growl turns me on more than it probably should.
Possessiveness isn’t on my list of desirable traits, but the breadth between Artie’s usual playful demeanor and his sexual confidence heightens my need.
Clover rushes around me as Orso presses into my side, cupping my breast as if he’s stealing me from Artie, and the growling never stops.
“Do you plan to leave another hickey?” I ask him through heavy breaths.
“I can mark you all over if that’s what you want. You don’t get to spend your heat with us and come out of it with no proof,” Orso replies.
“Aye, same for you,” Mathan says to him as he strokes my hair. “You can’t avoid this, either.”
Orso narrows his eyes at his mates as Artie releases my nipple, and I tremble between them.
“That’s right, Bee, just give in to the feeling,” Artie says as he nips the side of my breast. “Keep sinking onto me and let us take the lead.”
I don’t know how he can keep his mind together when every thrust sends more pleasure bursting through my body.
My arms loosen around Artie’s neck to give him freedom to play with my breasts, but my straight back means I can ride him more easily.
“You’re so sweet,” Artie hums as he licks my breastbone.
“Every part of you is so freaking tasty. Which one do you like, Bee?” He grins as my whimpers grow louder.
“Do you like it when I suck you on the left?” His chuckle travels through my chest as the pressure makes me cry out.
“Or do you like it hard on the right?” A sharp nip tears a gasp from me.
“Because I can’t decide. You’re so pretty everywhere that I want to taste all of you to see if every inch of you is pure honey,” he groans as he licks at me again.
I find my strength, picking up speed, each descent thudding through my body like the beat of a song.
I want to make him lose himself the same way he captures me.
He’s younger than me, so logically I should lead.
But his smirk and his chattering, along with Mathan and Orso’s strokes and how they hold me, it all has me collapsing into him.
It’s too difficult to gain a semblance of sanity when his cock fills me so completely.
When we fucked in my nest, it was a desperate flurry of bodies where there was no time to think about what was happening. Yet here they are grounded, in control, and capable of taking care of me if I just trust them.
“Hey, if we come inside you enough, do you think your slick will smell like us instead? I love tasting Orso and Mathan, but what if the four of us blend together?” Artie stretches up to kiss me again.
As soon as one question came, he would fire out another before my heat-addled thoughts had time to gather.
“Guys, still here?” Artie asks his mates, peeking over my shoulder.
I can feel Orso glowering behind me. But the three of them move together with no words. Mathan cups my other breast, his softness and love pouring through his touch. And Orso growls next to my ear, biting the shell as one arm slips between my legs.
“You’ll like this, Bee, I promise. We worked to get this right,” Artie says.
“What do you—” I start to say, but I yell as Artie suddenly thrusts, Mathan tweaks my nipples, and Orso circles my clit in perfect harmony.
“What—I can’t—ah!” I cry out.
“You’re doing so well, Bee. You’re so freaking pretty. I’m going to give you what you really want, but you have to ask for it, okay?”
“Don’t tease her so much, Artie. She’s stressed enough as it is,” Orso scolds him.
Am I stressed? My whimpers and whines definitely sound like I’m upset, but it’s just another part of my inability to express myself. I want to show them I care, but the right words won’t come when every thrust brings a new wave of pleasure.
“I’m not… I just…” I trail off into a groan because my pleasure has built up so much that I need one more push to come.
“Just tell me, Bee,” Artie hums, nipping at my collarbone, earning himself a growl from Orso. “Tell me what you want.”
“Your knot,” I gasp. “Give me your knot.”
“That’s my omega,” he purrs as he thrusts so vigorously that I’m lost as he pistons into my pussy, all of them plunging me into an orgasm.
Orso’s fingers speed up on my clit, everything in me is concentrated on Artie’s rut and his expanding knot.
“Please, Artie. Give it to me!” I demand as I drop my weight to feel his knot as deep as possible.
“You’re just perfect. Bee, I love you. Do you love me? You don’t have to tell me because I know you do. You wouldn’t want my knot if you didn’t.”
I could have told him a knot doesn’t equal love, but I’m too focused on riding him. His thickness forces me to spread my legs wider, and I shout again as he thrusts harder.
“There, now you’re mine,” Artie sighs. “You just need Mathan and Orso to knot you, and you’ll always be ours.”
I don’t have any words to tell him how I hate alphas who claim omegas like objects. Because pleasure soars through me, so piercing that I can’t call it an orgasm when it shakes me to my core.
Emotion swells up inside me, and I can’t tell what it is at first. Being knotted by Artie is so addictive that all I can do is gasp and moan.
But it grows bigger, expanding in me, taking me away with each thrust, every rock of my hips, each deep kiss from Mathan and Orso.
My cries turn into something more powerful, ripping all my masks away and blinding me.
“Oh my God, Bee, you’re doing so well. You don’t need to cry; it’s just a bit more, okay? Tell me where it hurts, and I’ll make it better.” Artie’s worry seeps into his voice.
But he’s wrong. Tears don’t slip from my eyes because his knot is so huge. It’s because I’m drowning in the love that bleeds through their scents. I’ve never been so adored, so wanted. Freedom soars through me, and I genuinely feel safe, like nothing can ever hurt me as long as they stay close.
Mathan sweeps my hair away from my neck to mark me, while Orso’s teeth ride my shoulder. It’s rich after everything that he’s said since he bit me.
“Are you going to come for us again, Bee? You always look so pretty when you give in,” Artie groans.
I’ve come so much that my answer is lost. My throat should be dry from my cries, but they kiss me so much that I don’t have to worry.
“You can do it, Kallis; we’re all here for you,” Mathan says as he kisses me under my ear.
“I’ll keep going until you come for me. I’m not letting you off easy,” Orso says with another firm rub on my clit.
The feelings that rip through me are too much, and a sob falls from me, pain blending with pleasure as they carry me.
“I love you,” one of them says, but I’m so high on the feeling that I can’t tell who it is. All I know is that it echoes between us as my orgasm tears through me, and I collapse in their arms.