54. Kallis
Kallis
“Why are you looking at it like that!? I called it the Bitemobile! It’s romantic!
” Artie stands in front of a giant RV, a proud smile on his face as he shoots out his arms in a sideways V as he presents it to me.
The word ‘Cottage’ is etched across the outside in stylish cursive text, with butterflies and flowers floating around it.
“It’s our very own cottage in The Woods! ”
With a click of a button, a door opens up, stairs descending to rest on the concrete of the rink parking lot. He clutches my hand again, beckoning me inside.
“Don’t you want to be with your teammates?” I ask as I enter the space.
“They’ll be partying all night. This is way more important.”
I look around the van, impressed by how much space there is inside despite its appearance. Artie has already hopped to the bed, standing over it, waiting for my approval. It’s made up in swathes of yellow and gold, with all the pillows and blankets we could ever want.
I had adopted the spare room in their house and gradually moved items in each time I stayed with them.
I was cautious about bringing too many things, but the longer we were together, the more right it felt.
Until I found myself purchasing a futon and matching chairs, along with occasional trips to thrift stores in Aurum with the three to find things to make it more homey.
I expected Orso, Mathan, and Artie to join me there once they had finished celebrating with the team.
I already had plans for how we would carry out the bites, but Artie completely derailed me, though I was grateful for it as well.
One thing they had taught me over the past year was that it was safe to abandon plans and trust them.
Need throbs in me, but I have my priorities. “Where’s your first aid kit? We’ll need it to treat the bites.”
“I put our special box in here somewhere. I was just focused on other things, so I can’t really remember,” he says, scratching his cheek.
“When we bit each other, they just kind of healed up by themselves.” His sheepish look confirms it, but my eyes are wide as I rifle through the cupboards overflowing with non-perishables.
Artie clearly intends for us to remain here for a stretch.
“You mean you three just endured open wounds for days?” I sigh dryly, though I shouldn’t be surprised that they were so reckless.
I finally unearth the box behind the driver’s seat. Though I never incorporated it into my nest, Artie still treasures it, and he even brings it to hotels when he knows I’ll visit. He believes it’s one of our core memories, and the main turning point of our relationship.
I’m glad he brought it, too. I won’t let my mates lie around with an increased chance of cellulitis and other infections. From the way they described the aftereffects of bonding, none of us will be able to leave the bed anyway.
Artie grins. “I’m going to make sure you’re all loved up when Orso and Mathan arrive. Because they’ll be flying high and hungry for their omega.”
“You helped them win as well,” I say.
“Not really. I kind of just sat there and thought about your pussy for most of the game.” He turns the conversation around with a simple sentence and a wink.
All he has to do is drop a flirty line, and my body hums to his tune. He knows the effect he has on me, and he uses it to his full advantage.
The first aid box thunks on the bed, and I push it to the wall before I fist his shirt. He cries out in surprise, but it’s all for show, as he moans the moment I bury my fingers in his hair to cup his head, leaning over to kiss him. I still love how he has to stretch up to reach my lips.
“Congratulations, Artie. For the first cup the Bears have ever won.”
“You’re just making me embarrassed now,” he mumbles. “How am I going to bite you if I’m all shy?”
“I’m sure you’ll get by. How about I tell you I love you again? Would that help?”
His shyness miraculously disappears, and he bounces right back. I laugh as he wraps his arms around me, throwing himself into another kiss that softens my tense body. His strong tongue spreads freshly cut grass through my mouth as I shudder over him.
“Tell me properly,” he demands, squeezing my waist.
“I love you,” I say, gasping as he spins me and we topple onto the bed. I land on my back, and he rises over me on all fours, falling straight to my chest like an arrow to a target.
He grins up at me, cupping my breast, gently biting through the striped Bears’ shirt and my thin lace bra.
“Again,” he growls, sending shivers through me. What turns me on the most is when he strays from his excitable personality and takes on a darker tone.
“I love you, Artie,” I repeat with a smile that makes him moan. He’s so enthusiastic, and my body already tingles.
“You’re so freaking pretty when you’re all riled up,” he says, using one finger to tug the collar of my shirt down. I’ve started wearing bras that clip at the front because they love popping them open.
He groans as it falls away, exposing my hard nipples.
“I’m waiting for you,” I say, arching my back. He swoops in before I’ve even finished my sentence, latching onto my breast with a firm suck.
My cry is loud in the small space, and I love that I can hear how much he enjoys me. I lift my arms around his neck, keeping him near as he feasts.
“You always taste so sweet,” he sighs.
“Don’t tease me. Tell me where you want to bite me.”
“Not until my mates arrive. They’ll kill me if they find out I’ve bonded to you without them,” he hums. Despite the thick pleasure in his scent, he still manages to pull my clothes off with sharp precision that he’s practiced since we’ve grown closer.
And how lucky it is that just as the last sock hits the floor, the van door whirs, and clover and wildflowers fill the space.
The van shakes under us as Orso and Mathan step inside. They are huge enough to fill the van, and Mathan flicks the switch to close the door behind them so we have full privacy.
“Welcome to the Bitemobile,” Artie purrs to his mates.
The van is warm, so I have no complaints about being naked. I’m certain they’ll heat me up enough that I’ll be panting soon anyway.
“I can’t help but notice I’m the only one without clothes,” I say, hitching a brow as my gaze hops between them.
“Just say the word, Kallis. You know we’ll do anything for you.” Mathan grins, and I’m relieved that he doesn’t seem too affected by the Genie’s goal that came seconds before the end.
I cross my legs, pointing one toe to Mathan, sweeping it over to Orso, both of them watching me hungrily. I’m filled with satisfaction as they stand before me, though it doesn’t banish the trepidation of what’s to come.
“Off. All of you,” I say, and Artie lights up as he whips off his shirt.
“You’re lucky you look fucking stunning like that,” Orso growls, and they strip in record time.
“You’re so cute when you’re nervous,” Artie chuckles, regaining his stride. “You’re already so good at taking all of me. Just sink your teeth in, and I’ll return the favor.”
They join me on the bed, but Mathan and Orso hover by the edge as Artie cups my foot, groaning as he kisses his way up my leg, and I let him spread me open.
“Not too deep,” Orso says. It’s the first time since we began growing closer that Orso doesn’t need to worry about another accidental bite.
“Agreed,” I reply. “I don’t want a giant scar because you become possessive at the last moment.”
Artie laughs as he nuzzles my stomach before climbing further. “You caught me. I was going to give you a hundred little bites so, no matter where anyone looks, they know you have a mate.”
It took us time to find our rhythm as our relationship grew over the years. But we’ve reached a place where we’re comfortable sharing and watching each other make love as well as participating.
“Have you decided where you want me to bite you?” I ask. I would have preferred more of a warning, but the three said they wanted to keep it a surprise.
Artie tips his head back, exposing his throat. “Right here.” He taps just above his sternum, between his collarbones. “I’m going to wear vests for the rest of my life so I can show off your bite like it’s a pendant.”
It’s not the safest place to bite, considering his subclavian arteries run so close, but I can avoid it with care. The lack of flesh on his sternum means it will take longer to heal, but it wouldn’t surprise me if he likes that.
“I’ll try not to make it hurt,” I say as he leans down to take a kiss.
“Yeah, it’s going to be pretty sore,” he replies as he pulls back with a grin. But his tone lowers, his gaze heavy as his hand slips between my legs and casually brushes the blonde hair between them. “But your pussy will take away the pain, so just focus on my cock when I return the favor.”
“And you don’t need to worry!” Artie grins. “Our Bitemobile is a hundred percent soundproof, and all the windows are blacked out! No one will ever hear us, so go wild.”
From Orso and Mathan’s reactions, I have to guess that they were as surprised by the Bitemobile as I was.
My throat bobs as his fingers dive in and a moan falls from me. His lips trace my jaw, love heavy in his scent as I sigh into him. He’s so good at treating me with a mix of hard and soft.
“You’re already dripping with slick, Bee. Are you that excited for my bite?”
“Or I want to feel you inside me again,” I say as I spread my legs. “You know your fingers aren’t enough.”
Just that one sentence makes him lose his composure. His confident smile slips, and he shivers, and his careful strokes turn into rushed desperation as he whips his hand back.
“You’re so sexy, Bee. You know I can’t resist you when you say stuff like that,” he groans as he lowers his hips, love pouring through his scent.
We’re so familiar with our bodies that he can slide into me with our eyes closed. But our gazes stay locked, and he sighs happily as he thrusts home. I cry out as he fills my pussy, and the tension that built up from watching the game partially releases as pleasure floods me.