50. Orso
Orso
Ican’t tell how long we’d been at it for. Artie keeps his bedroom curtains closed, but there’s no sunlight creeping in behind them. He doesn’t have a clock in his room; I don’t wear a watch. All I really know is that my cock is tender as fuck and my alpha side is satisfied.
I’ve never fucked like that before. Yeah, the three of us occasionally come off our blockers and go into rut at the same time, and it’s a flurry of growls and moans, but fucking Kallis when she’s in heat is something else.
I’m going to have to admit that Artie accidentally biting her isn’t so far-fetched.
I still had to pull him back a few times, but I understand now how easily he got swept up in the moment at the rink.
Because every cell in my body pounds with the need to blend with her on the smallest level.
I want our souls to merge, and I don’t know how to deal with it.
I think I need to accept that Artie is always going to struggle with that part of his alpha side, because when he sets his mind to something, he keeps going until he gets what he wants.
Which is how we ended up in this mess. Where I’m lying in the middle of Artie’s bed on my back, Mathan snuggles into my right side while Kallis clings to my left, glued between Artie and me.
Her head lies on my chest, right over my heart, her bent leg spread across my thighs as her golden hair weaves around her.
I’m too busy admiring the freckles across her shoulders that Mathan adores to fully notice how her light purrs are drowned out by Artie’s loud rumbles as he buries his nose in her hair and sighs contentedly.
I don’t get how she can just sleep on my chest like that after we’d been snapping and snarling at each other in her office. Which was hot as fuck, but it’s such a difference from the omega who complained about how hard I was before using me like a rocking chair.
The room is absolutely drenched in us. I can’t remember ever smelling our pack scent so strongly.
Everything is heightened because of her, and my senses are completely wired, even though my scent has returned to normal.
My lips press together, frowning as I watch her.
I can’t even remember how we got into this position; it just feels so good that I don’t want to move.
Mathan’s palm is flat on my chest, fingers splayed, occasionally circling his thumb around my right nipple.
He keeps kissing my shoulder and humming happily, retracing the building bruises that scatter my skin like petals from where the three of them went for me again and again.
We each have them, splashes of pink, purple, and red marking how much love we shared.
“See? We haven’t gone anywhere,” Mathan murmurs, shuffling up the bed so his face hovers level with mine. His toes trace the arch of my foot, stroking me as we talk.
“It just threw me off how chaotic it was. It’s not like when I’m with you two. I love you both, but I don’t feel out of control when we fuck,” I say bitterly.
But my feelings for her tore through me like a tornado and were exposed too quickly.
I wasn’t ready for it, and I still don’t know how to handle it.
How am I supposed to adjust? One week she’s snarling at me for accidentally biting her, and then I blink, and I’m suddenly sinking my cock into her while she sings for me.
“I didn’t feel like myself, Mathan. I couldn’t tell who I was when we were fucking, and I don’t want it to be like that.”
Artie’s excitement sizzles through the bond, and his hand sneaks under Kallis’s arm to cup her breast. His possessiveness rises again as she shuffles back to rub against his chest, and I scowl at him. But of course he ignores me. Nothing else matters to him when he’s with her.
“Okay, you might not know who that person is, but do you want to learn who you are with her?” Mathan asks as he kisses my jaw, buttering me up with his scent. “We can get to know ourselves as a group and find out what we bring out of each other. The same as when Artie joined us.”
It’s only when I look down at her again that I realize I’ve naturally cuddled her in my sleep. One arm cradles her, crushed between her and Artie as I keep her close. It’s just that Artie hugs us so tightly that my hand has gone numb as fuck. But I don’t want to let her go.
The weight of her body on mine brings me a kind of satisfaction I have only ever felt with Mathan.
Not that I don’t love Artie, but he always gives me a huge rush of energy that makes me vibrant and alive, whereas Mathan’s resting state is calm as shit.
That’s another reason I struggled when we first became a pack.
Because Artie is so excitable, it set off all my emotions that had stayed balanced with Mathan for years.
We had a lot of arguments and shared a ton of hurt, but Artie and I eventually found a middle ground.
But it’s so intense with Kallis that I don’t know what the fuck is going to happen to us.
Maybe I’d released some of the tension and worry that came from my parents when we fucked, but that doesn’t mean we’re going to be happy together.
Kallis moans softly as Artie rolls his hips against her ass. She nuzzles even more into my chest, her pussy presses to my thigh, her sleepy eyelids fluttering before staying closed as her slow breaths return to purrs.
My lips thin as I catch the sight of the purple bruises scattered across her side.
They’re a completely different flavor than the marks we left on each other during the night.
The protective rage that flares in me every time I see what her parents did to her is just another sign of how I feel about her, and how I’m starting to understand why Artie is so obsessed with claiming her.
If she becomes ours, we can keep her safe.
Until I remind my stupid alpha side that we don’t have to share bites to do that.
Mathan is as turned on as Artie, his hard cock denting my other side as he leans up to kiss me. A wave of love pours through me as I reconnect with my first love.
“We’ve got at least two more days of this,” Mathan says as he eases back and lifts himself up on his elbow. “Why not just see where it goes? We can think about how we feel at the end of it.”
Being with her in her heat is so addictive that I can feel another rut hovering in me, just waiting for her to wake up so I can get into it again. I could take blockers, but I want to be real with her.
“What about you?” I murmur the question as I bend in for another kiss, but his shining gaze is fixed on her sleeping face, so I settle for his chin.
“I love her the same as Artie does, but things are unpredictable during a heat. Sure, we don’t have as much control as we want. So that’s why I’m saying let’s just enjoy this while she’s here, and then we can do the soul-searching later, hm?”
I still wanted to grumble and fight. I don’t want them to think I’ve given in so quickly after everything I’ve said and done.
And I’m not going to. Fucking her a few times isn’t suddenly going to make things easier, but I can’t deny how nice it is just cuddled up between the three of them.
I’m not into Mathan’s cozy shit, but it’s definitely comfortable, except for my numb arm.
There’s another small groan as Artie kisses her neck, peeking up at me from between her golden hair that he’s brushed back so it falls around her shoulders and covers us both.
“Plus it’s seriously awesome to see Bee getting all horny for us,” he adds.
“You’re going to wake her up if you keep messing around like that,” I sigh, but he still wriggles around.
“Yeah, and when she wakes up, we can just start fucking again. We’ve been asleep for hours, and I miss her honey already.”
Artie smiles fondly at her, and her pussy grinds into me as Artie rolls his hips against her ass. It’s hard to resist when both Kallis and Mathan sandwich me.
“It’s just so amazing that she’s chosen my room and my bed, you know? It proves I’m the right one for her.”
Annoyance pierces me because he won’t drop that ‘favorite’ shit even though we’d told him so many times.
He was never this way with Mathan and me, so I can’t work out why he keeps going on about it.
And it puts Kallis in the shitty position of having to deal with his questions about who she likes the most as well.
“Yeah? And who did she grab onto as soon as we stopped fucking? She’s had her claws dug into me since she fell asleep, so there’s no way she’s letting me escape.”
I thought he was going to argue with me again, but his gaze sparks, and he smirks.
“Guess you care more than you say, huh?”
I feel like I’ve been caught out, and I growl, my temper spiking.
“You know how amazing she is, Orso. Just admit you love her too, and we can all live happily ever after!”
Before I can answer, Kallis arches her back, a low moan echoing from her as her fingers dent further into my skin.
“Aw, look, now you woke her up!” Artie teases, lifting himself up on one arm, letting go of her breast. “But she’ll be alright as long as she can see my face.”
“Didn’t you learn the first time?” I ask.
His expression is so serene as he traces the line of her jaw with one finger that a stab of hurt goes through me. Mathan is there to kiss it better as she responds to Artie, tilting her head back, chasing the feeling.
Love pours from Artie and Mathan through our bond, and I’m swept up in it, my breath catching as her lips part.
“Will you all shut up? I’m trying to sleep,” she groans before snuggling closer to me.
All three of us are laughing by the time her eyes snap open; her brow furrows at our reaction. But I didn’t think we’d ever hear her be so casual.
Artie swoops in to kiss her cheek, Mathan rests his chin on my breastbone to be nearer to her, and I look down meeting her hazy gaze.
“Good morning,” I croak, lost for words. It’s pitch-black outside, so that’s probably the dumbest fucking thing I could have said.
Kallis breaks into a wild smile that cuts through any doubts I have. Unfiltered, free of all my clouded thoughts, reacting purely on instinct, I bend to kiss her. I meet her with love that swallows me and releases the doubts in my heart as she perfumes.
Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought…