51. Kallis
Kallis
“There you are,” a low voice rumbles by my ear, vibrating in my lungs, and I moan as water splashes around my hips. Curled into Mathan’s chest, my aching breasts press against his softness as my head rests over his heart and my favorite tattoo. It’s the best place to wake up.
“What’s going on?” I groan. My body aches, and I don’t want to open my eyes. My heat ended this morning, but everything has been so intense that I feel like I’ve been cracked apart and they carefully put me back together again.
“You’ve been asleep for a few hours, but I wanted to clean you up. Plus, we needed to change the sheets. Artie’s room is drenched in slick.”
“My nest?” I ask.
“We haven’t touched anything,” Mathan replies as he runs his fingers through my hair.
In the craze of my heat, during the periods when I was more aware of my surroundings, I rifled through my nest bag and set things up around Artie’s room.
His purring hasn’t stopped since I first placed a pillow on his bed.
I told him I would move them at a later date, but he likes bragging to his mates about how I chose his room out of all of them in the house.
I tried out Orso’s sparse bedroom, which wouldn’t have been out of place in a maximum security prison, along with another hour in Mathan’s pillow fort, which felt like a zero-gravity chamber, but Artie’s bedroom has all the elements that made it just right for my heat.
“Did you carry me to the bath?” I ask, and I love the way his chuckle echoes in my body.
“It was quite an operation,” he says as he presses his lips to the top of my head. “I got in, and then Orso lowered you down. You were supposed to lie cuddled between my legs, but the second I put my arms around you, you twisted and clung onto me like this.”
“Did he scowl?”
“Of course he scowled. But it still turned him on seeing us together.”
I hum happily as I shuffle against him, loving how the lavender-scented water ripples around my waist.
“Even though we have a Jacuzzi bath and there’s room enough for four, I told them I’d be taking care of you.” It’s then I notice that Mathan is actually leaning against a small step at the edge of the bath. A step that would be perfect for something else.
“Thank you.” I sigh. I’m overwhelmed by how chaotic my heat has been.
I usually push through my postheat and go straight back to work, but I need to rest after being with them.
The amount of love I experienced was so great that I’m struggling to find myself within it.
The person lying in Mathan’s arms isn’t the one who entered their cottage three days ago.
“But we can’t stay here forever; you must have games,” I say.
“Oh, so now you remember?” He grins.
“You’ve been knotting me so much, it’s hard to think about anything else.”
“I love it when you speak like that,” he groans as he bends to steal a light kiss.
“Will you answer me? I can’t have my heat be responsible for any team losses.” I don’t know if I can face them again if I’m the reason they missed the playoffs.
“I guess you don’t remember the part where I was gone for six hours yesterday? I flew to Manhattan and back in record time. Apparently, all you did was pine for me, which I definitely enjoyed hearing about.”
“Is that why you’re here now?”
“Yeah, I’m playing catch-up. Though I’d steal you all day if I could.”
“Can we stay here then? The idea of leaving the bath is abhorrent.”
“We can lie here until we’re wrinkled like prunes if that’s what you want. Whatever you need, I’m here for you.”
And I believe him. I really can ask him anything, but all I want is to be held and loved. I need aftercare, and I hated letting the alphas I’d hired do it because it always came with arrogant possessiveness.
“Were you ever going to tell us about your heat?” Mathan asks softly, and I look up at his stiff expression.
“Yes, but I kept searching for excuses not to. By the time it came, it was too late. I’m sorry I threw you into it without warning.”
“Well, we made it through; I just wish we’d been able to earn your trust so you would have been comfortable asking us. We’re your alphas, after all.”
I go quiet, and the awkwardness I’m so good at creating rises around us. I dip my chin, my gaze resting on a small pile of bubbles floating near Mathan’s arm.
From what I can remember through the haze of sex, Artie’s frequency of calling me his omega increased, and by the end, in his mind, I fully belonged to him. I have to make it clear to him that that isn’t how it will be from now on. And to all of them.
“We need to talk,” I say, my ear pressed firmly to his chest. His heart races as fast as mine, but the water is so hot that we’ve both turned pink.
“I know, but we’ve got time. I’m kind of talked out,” he says, his fingers circling my neck, gently massaging me.
“We’ve never fucked for that long as a pack.
Artie’s been through a lot of heats with various omegas before he joined us, and I’ve only been with two omegas, and that was over ten years ago, so I was pretty nervous about being rusty. And Orso needs some space to readjust.”
“Haven’t you been having your ‘conversations’?” I ask.
“Nah, it’s just that Orso and Artie are chatty when they fuck.”
I actually chuckle, and a light purr rolls from him. I guess he doesn’t know how much he likes to talk as well, though he’s definitely the most patient of the three.
Artie is confident when it comes to navigating my body and knowing where I need him most. But his expressive stream of consciousness and love of questions led to a number of frustrations that he quickly banished with his skilled tongue or hard cock.
Orso fluctuated between fierce bouts of fucking during his rut and breathlessly spilling everything he was feeling.
I loved how he challenged me to come out of my shell, but in the spaces between sex, he would stare pensively as he became caught up in his thoughts.
He’s an intense lover, but it was needed when my heat was the strongest. And Mathan…
I tip my head to look up at him, and he reassures me with a smile.
Mathan is the one who kept us all together.
It’s not until now that I realize how much he took care of us.
He guided our lovemaking, keeping us each in check, taking me for himself when he could, but always yielding to his mates when they were in rut.
He only slipped into a rut once during the whole process, and it was bathed in so much love and tenderness that I cried again, only to break further as he kissed away my tears.
He made sure we were fed and washed, and he stayed on the outskirts, watching us in his own way.
But for someone who has never had an intimate relationship beyond practicality, the entire experience was a communication overload.
I deeply appreciate how Mathan holds me in the bath, time ticking away as we change positions, stroking each other, quietly existing with no need for words. I’m sure I’m going to fall asleep again, but if our time is limited, I don’t want to miss out on him.
We must have been there for at least another hour, as the hot water has cooled. It would be easy enough to refill the bath, but I don’t want to stop touching him, even for a second.
I lift my head, softly kissing the tattoo that first opened me up to them. I nuzzle the curve of his chest, sighing happily at the yellow shield that hovers at the edge of my vision. I want to share more stories with him, but I don’t want to think anymore; all I need is his comfort.
“There’s something else we could do instead of talking,” I say, and I can tell from his smile that he’s been thinking the same thing. Or it could have been that his cock has been hard for so long that it has grown uncomfortable?
I turn so I rest on my knees on the floor of the tub. “Sit up,” I order, tapping the step behind him.
His eyes widen as he understands instantly, and even with our pink skin from the bath, his face flushes. “I… er…”
“If you don’t move, you’ll upset me. Do you want to make me unhappy, Mathan?” I ask, tilting my head.
Mathan’s throat bobs as he lifts himself up, backing onto the seat, which is high enough that the tops of his thighs break the surface, along with his cock.
Need sweeps through me as a wave of water crests my waist, but it’s less viscous than the lust that choked me during my heat. It’s pure desire for the man above me and the uncertain look on his face. I love how large he is, especially when his weight encompasses me.
Despite everything we’ve done together, he still looks surprised as I grasp his cock.
The step is the perfect height and angle for me to dip down, taking as much of his length between my lips as I can.
“Kallis! I—”
“Quiet, Mathan. The only thing I want to hear is how good it is.” I arch a brow as I lick up his shaft, running my tongue over the tip of his cock before descending again.
His pure taste shudders through me, and my body pulses with wildflowers. My tender pussy still builds with slick, like a Pavlovian response to the sight of Mathan’s pleasure.
I’ve never been interested in cocks before, and sex was usually a mechanical process. I learned more from watching the three of them make love during my heat than I ever expected, especially Artie’s enthusiasm when it came to pleasuring his mates, like their different buttons and how to push them.
As I flatten my tongue over Mathan’s cockhead, he lets out a gasp. Shaking, I moan as Mathan’s wide cock sinks into my mouth.
It’s so intoxicating that I bob my head just to feel the warm slide of him.
I bend my tongue, licking him where I can, experimenting with different angles and pressures.
I hope to find his favorite spots, but after a minute of searching, he’s collapsed back against the edge of the bath, descending into such soft cries that it seems like all spots are his favorite.
“Kallis, you’re so… It’s so good… Please, I want—” He cuts off with a moan as I suck him as Artie did with Orso the last time we fucked.
His precum spreads through my mouth, and I salivate with each bob of my head. I want him as far inside me as he can go. Artie was able to swallow the entirety of their cocks, but the farther I lean down, the more difficult it becomes.
The taste of his cum helps me relax, but when his cock presses against the back of my throat, I choke around him. I won’t give up. I’m determined to see Mathan melt for me, considering the number of times he’s made me come.
“Kallis, wait, you can’t. You’ll hurt yourself.”
I raise my head. “Are you saying I can’t suck your cock?” I say with the same innocent look Artie has perfected. Blinking and looking up at him from under my lashes while lapping at his cockhead appears effective as well.
His lips part, but all I hear is his groan.
I ease back from him, stroking from base to tip as if it doesn’t matter despite my desperation to taste him again.
“You can!” he gasps. “You can suck me all you want, just—fuck! Kallis, I need to be in you.” His hips knock forward, and I dip my chin to welcome him. “I just want you to be careful.”
I clutch the base of his cock, my pussy clenching around emptiness as his taste fills me again.
“Let me worry about that, Mathan. Just focus on your pleasure.”
Feeling his thighs shudder as they clamp my shoulders, watching his back curve as he clings to the side of the bath, along with how he grinds his cock into my hand, they are all stunning to watch.
I get the idea as his cock moves back and forth in my hand, pumping my fist to meet my lips, finding a rhythm that tears a cry from him and fills me with satisfaction.
“I’m going to come. You’re sending me… Kallis, this is driving me crazy,” he groans, watching intensely. One hand gathers up my hair, bunching it behind my head so he can see me more clearly.
“Then come, Mathan. Fill me like you want to,” I order before dipping my head, taking all of his hot length as he grinds the back of my throat and the water ripples around my chin.
His cry as he comes is beautiful, and I instantly rise. I’m so needy that, as his cum pools on my tongue, slick spills from me, blending with the bath.
Lavender-scented water surges away from me, cresting the sides of the tub, but we can mop it later. All that matters is kissing him, connecting to him, loving him like I need to.
“You’re perfect,” he says as his cum runs down my throat. His moan is sweeter than his taste as his wide hands rest on my hips. My heart trembles, my body sated, his cock presses against my pussy, and I sink into him with a softness that matches his.