55. Kallis
Kallis
“Come here,” Orso says gruffly. He already encouraged Artie to climb off me. Artie was close to snarling at Orso as he moved us, but it hadn’t fazed his pack leader.
I’m overwhelmed by the strength of Artie’s presence inside me, so I don’t fight when Orso helps me sit, only to grip my waist, lift me, and plop me down on his lap so I am facing him.
“That’s more like it,” he hums as his cock presses against my sensitive pussy. His legs hang over the side of the bed, and my ass rests on his bent knees, so it’s easy for me to lean forward and take him in a honeyed kiss.
We sigh into each other, and another piece of me unfurls as he groans. Wide hands splay on my back as he pulls me closer, and his hard body meets mine.
“You’re the star,” I say as I lean back, tender lips filled with clover. “People will be talking about this for years. I’m sure they are already celebrating.”
“You three are the only ones I want to celebrate with. My pack is where I belong,” Orso replies.
My knees frame his thighs as I adjust myself. With my arms around his neck, he moves in to lick Artie’s bite mark.
I wince at how tender it is, and I should point out the risk of cross-contamination, but he fixes me with a pained look.
The furrow in his brow is so deep that I try to kiss it away.
“Are you sure you’re comfortable with this?
” I ask, nudging his nose with mine so I can look directly at him.
“If you still need time, we can wait. But I plan to share a bite with Mathan. He definitely needs it after that match, and I can’t handle Artie alone.
” I glance at our mates on my left. Mathan is currently treating Artie’s neck with an antiseptic wipe while murmuring to him.
His hand presses against Artie’s chest to hold him back, and he bites at Artie’s ear to keep him in place.
Artie’s possessiveness floors me, and it’s amazing that Mathan and Orso aren’t influenced by it as Artie glares at us. They all said it would stabilize once the bites are evenly distributed, but part of me wants to growl at how roughly Mathan handles him.
Orso’s breath brushes my neck, and I meet his heavy gaze again.
“I love you, Kallis,” Orso rasps. “I don’t want to be left out or be cut off from you. I can already feel you in our pack bond through Artie, and I won’t run away from that.”
Part of our process toward our relationship was opening up about our families, how a new scent match cracked his foundations as a child, and how my parents’ harshness skewed my understanding of the world and relationships themselves.
It was also a struggle for all four of us to navigate the remnants of my broken bond with Orso.
I don’t want to pressure him, but if I can’t bite him now, I’m scared of what might happen to us. It needs to be everyone, together, but I was too swept up in Artie to confirm with Orso that he’s comfortable, despite months of us preparing for it as the championship progressed.
“I want you inside me when you bite me,” I murmur as I pull him into a soft kiss.
I take hold of his cock, stroking him enough that he moans and shudders. I want to feel his cum blend with my slick, the same way it had with Artie.
His eyes shutter, shoulders hunching, his lips parting as I lower down and take him for myself.
The sensation is instant, and his groans fill my ears as I go slowly, savoring every hard inch. I’m lost in him as I angle my hips, taking everything I can as I drop my weight. “Right there,” I sigh as my ass meets his thighs and we click into place.
The moment he moves, I gasp as another feeling of rightness settles over me.
One moment we’re staring into each other’s eyes as love blooms around us; the next, Orso rocks his hips, furiously picking up speed, and we find a matching tempo.
Pleasure soars through me as we kiss. I need to free his mouth so he can bite me, but his sweet clover is so good that I want to inhale all of him.
Artie beats inside my heart, but this fierce strength is something only Orso can give me.
He grabs my ass, squeezing firmly as he takes control, and I let him carry me away.
“Bee! What’s happening!?” Artie cries out, but Mathan clutches him.
“Just leave them for now, baby. Focus on me, okay? You’ll be with her again soon.” He kisses Artie’s temple, trying to calm him as his hand slips between Artie’s legs, and he strokes his slicked-up cock.
Artie’s pleasure blends with my own, increasing in intensity with Orso’s thrusts.
Orso lifts me to the tip of his cock, relaxing his grip just so I fall back onto him with a loud cry as the pleasure of his touch cascades through me.
“There’s…” I choke and trail off as Orso licks my bite again. “There are people outside! I can’t make any noise.”
“Remember Artie said that it’s soundproof,” Mathan says as Artie wiggles in his grip and tries to get free.
Orso’s scowl morphs into a grin as his fingers dent my ass. “What do you say, Kallis?”
Before I can open my mouth to reply, he thrusts into me so hard I fall forward, my chest slamming against his, knocking the wind from me as I groan again.
“Keep letting go, Kallis. Feel us inside you,” he growls, guiding me as he lifts me up again, holding me there so he can piston into me so rapidly that my cries turn into shouts.
There’s a snarl from my left, and the bed shakes as Artie escapes from Mathan and shoots forward.
“Bee! Bee! Are you okay?” Panic floods through our bond, and his face hovers in front of mine as Orso hits me so deep that perfume streams from me as my legs spasm, each yell punctuated by a whimper before another thrust captures me.
I try to reassure Artie with a smile, but Orso has gained traction, surging into me again, and I lose all my concentration. His love is so extreme that my vision goes white and I submit to him.
But Artie is panicking. Even though he’s seen me like this hundreds of times, it appears his alpha side has taken over, and he can’t discern pleasure from pain.
“Artie!” I call to snap him out of it. “You can feel it, can’t you?” I reach out to press my hand against his heart. “I’m right here with you.”
“I can’t believe he gets so jealous when he steals your attention all the time.” Orso chuckles as he nips my shoulder.
“Is that where you want to bite me?” I murmur against Orso’s ear.
“No, I’ve got a better place,” he says, his rough voice soothing me. I grind my hips against Orso’s cock, letting out another moan as he shifts one hand from my ass to my clit, thrusting and circling in a madding mix of pleasure.
Artie’s panic spikes again. I don’t know how the bond is supposed to work; they’ve only described it to me in theory.
But as I summon my love for them, Artie’s shoulders lower and his smile grows. Mating with an omega is not just an alpha trait for him. I’m his life’s goal, and he becomes anxious when he thinks that’s in jeopardy.
“Don’t worry, Artie will stabilize once we all bite you,” Mathan says as he joins us, moving in next to Orso as he kisses my nose, ruffling Artie’s hair before he tugs him away from us.
“But she’s hurting!”Artie whines as Mathan pulls him behind Orso so Artie can still see me.
“You’ve made me scream enough times to know I’m not injured,” I gasp. “Try to think logically.”
He’s definitely the most emotional of the four of us, and the most passionate. But does that mean he’s going to be even more needy from here on out?
Mathan pulls Artie into a firm kiss, spreading his scent over him as Orso covers me in more sweet clover, and pleasure muddles my mind.
“How much would you hate it if I called you mine right now?” Orso asks.
“I’d despise you for it,” I reply, meeting him with a hard glare that only makes him grin further.
“Perfect, because I’ve got a way to balance it out.”
Orso takes my left wrist, his fingertips covered in slick, and he nuzzles the faded scar.
“It’s only right that I bite you where it all started,” he says, and I nod in agreement.
I bend back to see him more clearly, fully exposing my wrist, watching him breathlessly.
I thought we would take turns as I did with Artie, but he holds his wrist to my mouth.
I clutch it with both hands, one clasping his palm as the other rings his forearm.
“I want us to feel it at the same time,” Orso says, both of us adjusting so his cock is fully nestled in me. “On three.”
“One,” I continue, tension building between us as he kisses my wrist.
“Two.” His voice cracks as he opens his mouth and lines himself up with his original bite mark.
Saliva builds in my mouth as I press my lips to his wrist. “Three.” I squeeze my eyes shut as I bite down, and pleasure suddenly tears through me. It’s so wild that I come in a mad rush of powerful need as we bathe in each other’s love.
I don’t let him go, clenching my teeth hard like I can make sure every drop of him consumes me.
I dissolve as we explore each other from the inside out, soaking him up, my heart so exposed that my body trembles as muffled whimpers fall from me. It’s too intense, too much, and with his next thrust, I come again.
“Orso!” I cry out as I release his wrist, and he groans my name in return.
“I love you, Kallis,” he says as he buries his lips in the crook of my neck.
Three words aren’t enough to describe the passion that burns in me, and I choke out my reply, “Orso.” I gasp as I feel into my pulsing wrist. “Harder, Orso.” I’m losing myself in him. “I love you. I love you so much.”
Artie wiggles free of Mathan again, launching himself at me. He grips me from behind, cupping my breasts, pouring his love into me as my new bond with Orso expands, connecting the three of us so fiercely that I think I’ll drown.
I’m panting, whimpering, my head spinning as their words of love soar around me, and, over Orso’s shoulder, I meet Mathan’s steady gaze as I come again.