56. Kallis
Kallis
I’m still trembling from the orgasm as I drag myself on all fours from Orso’s lap to reach Mathan.
One hand slips, and Mathan catches me by the shoulders.
“Careful there,” he hums. “I don’t want you passing out before it’s my turn.”
“You know my endurance is better than that,” I rasp as I reorient myself, bringing my knees under me so I can at least sit and meet his love-filled gaze.
“You’re next,” I groan, though I can barely contain myself when Artie and Orso’s energies are tearing through me like they’re fighting for dominance. Is this what Mathan endures every day in their pack bond?
My hand flexes as I bury my fingers into his soft upper arm as he cups the back of my neck and draws me into a gentle kiss. He’s what we need to cease the war in my heart.
“Mathan,” I sigh. “Come closer. Let me feel you.”
“I don’t want to get my sweat all over you,” Mathan says, but I grab his shoulder and use all my strength to knock him onto the bed.
It’s clear he feels guilty for letting the puck through during those last vital seconds. I’m certain he would have punished himself forever if the Bears had lost, so I want to make sure he knows how loved he is.
Despite my weak limbs, I jump on him, mounting him, sliding down so my pussy grinds against his hardness.
“You’re going to cover me in your scent until I’m satisfied, understood?” I tell him with a light growl as I bend to kiss him again. He loves it when I order him around when we’re making love, especially when Artie’s toys come out to play.
Mathan’s wildflowers are more soothing than ever, and anticipation sings through all of us because we know it’s coming.
It’s not as if they drew lots for who would bite me first, but Mathan is more patient than they are. Even when I tell him he can be selfish with me, he sees his mate’s happiness as his own.
My lips trail over his chin and down. First the curve of his neck, then the line of his collarbone, all to my favorite spot on his body.
I kiss his tattoo, tracing the shape of the shield, loving how I can feel each heartbeat vibrate through my lips.
“Will you bite me there?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I can’t spoil it.”
“Good, because I want to do it differently,” Mathan says with a chuckle. “They’ve both come inside you, so I want to taste the blend of us before I bite you.”
His large hands ring my thighs, and he pushes me away from him.
“Turn around, Kallis, back up here. That’s it,” he urges me as I follow his instructions. “Press your pussy against my mouth, let me see all of you.”
I twist, my chest against his soft stomach as my calves hug his ears. His breath sweeps over my pussy, and I tremble in anticipation.
His cock presses against my cheek, his scent already so thick.
“Where are you going to bite me?” I ask, partially worried he wants to sink his teeth into my pussy, but that’s not Mathan’s style.
He kisses my inner thigh. “Down here,” Mathan says as he licks a spot he likes. “The same for you. I want us both to see our bite marks when we’re going down on each other.”
“Mathan Seely, are you asking me to suck your cock?” Three alphas moan as desire swirls in the already potent blend of us. They really do like it when I speak what they classify as ‘dirty’. Though I think they just want to hear me talk about their cocks.
Either way, I love it when they come undone.
“We won’t be able to walk properly until they are healed,” I say, and he laughs as he kisses the spot again.
“Aye, guess you’ll just have to stay in bed with me until you’re all healed up.”
There’s nothing to stop Mathan as he grasps my hips. His wide tongue dives into my pussy, and my back arches as I cry out. I’m already shuddering, his tongue twirling, testing my give after our mates have fucked me.
“I’m still sensitive! Mathan, not so fast,” I gasp, trying to lift myself up, but he won’t let me go. “I’ve come too many times; I can’t take it!”
“Aye, you can. I want you at your breaking point when you clamp your teeth into me,” he says, returning to press a kiss against the spot he’s chosen. “Do you want to bite me first, Kallis?”
I’m already gripping his cock, his wildflower scent so powerful that my heart races just being close to him.
I’ve always adored his moans. I run my tongue over his forming knot, sweeping all the way to the head and lapping at his precum.
His sounds of pleasure vibrate through me as I open my lips as far as I can.
The strangled cry he gives as I sink onto his cock and squeeze his knot at the same time travels through the van, and all of us are in tune with his pleasure.
My need to bite him is rising. There’s a mole in the center of his thigh that has always called me, and it would be a wonderful place for a bite.
“Now, Kallis,” Mathan says. I draw my head back, and his cock grows warmer, twitching in my hand. “You’ve got free rein; you can do it anywhere you like, as long as you bond with me.”
He doesn’t see my expression, but Orso and Artie’s shadows cast over me as they eagerly wait for me to bite their mate.
“You can do it, Bee,” Artie says. “You know how much you want us. Biting Mathan will help you understand everything!” Even though I can feel how desperately they want to touch me, Orso holds Artie back with his wild energy, and they give Mathan and me space to love each other.
My eyelids flutter, and I swallow nervously as I give Mathan’s cock one final lick before I continue to pump him with my left hand.
My right hand clasps his thigh, failing to concentrate because Mathan’s tongue is so skilled that I’m close to tipping over the edge again.
Especially when his thumb sinks into my ass, and I squeeze around him, adding to my pleasure.
The desire that Orso and Artie pour into me through our bond has such an influence that I’m dying to come again.
I agree with Mathan on the location. His mouth leaves my pussy and chooses a spot lower on my thigh. I tremble as his teeth brush my skin.
It’s easy to take his flesh between my teeth. But I gasp in shock as he suddenly lines up his other hand and plunges two fingers into me, and I accidentally bite him too soon.
The second our presences touch, cries fall from both of us. Everything that is Mathan swells in a flush of soft calm, shaking me to my core as he pours into me.
His heart is like a cool balm compared to the heat of our mates, soothing Artie’s fire and Orso’s storm. I don’t know how Mathan remains composed when pleasure crashes through me so fiercely that my pussy clenches around his fingers and I shout his name.
“I’m going to go for it, Kallis. Are you ready?”
“Do it, Mathan. Please, bite me.” The bond is so strong I can’t live another moment without him.
His teeth bury into my thigh, and a scream rips from me. He avoids any major arteries, but the pain burns into pleasure as he thrusts his fingers into my pussy and ass, stroking deep inside me.
Of course, I know they love me, and I can feel it whenever we’re together, but the depth of Mathan’s love for me is breathtaking.
As soon as the bite connects and our hearts become one, he releases my flesh and licks me to stem the blood. But I’m so hot and eager that feeling his tongue anywhere but my pussy takes it too far.
“Lick me, Mathan…I need to come.”
“I know. I can feel it, too,” he groans, nuzzling my mound before he licks me again. Despite his thick fingers working their magic, frustration bubbles through me as he takes his time trailing to my clit.
The world goes silent as his peace rules us. Despite his slow patience, he’s more powerful than the three of us together, and any hint of an internal battle is washed away.
We both come as we fill each other, my heart settling with the three of them rushing around inside me. But Mathan makes us all relax. He encourages me to turn, and I follow so that he can pull me into a kiss soaked in us.
Artie and Orso are there as well, lying alongside Mathan, all three of them stroking me in their unique ways.
Orso’s rough pleasure that could be too hard, Mathan’s tender love whose softness could make me cry, and Artie’s excitement and passion that always lead to intense lovemaking because he always knows the best ways to please me.
The three of them hold me, love pouring between us, so overwhelming that my body has gone weak. All I can do is surrender to it as I send them my own love, which shakes them too.
Cuddled up in the strange cottage that Artie has prepared for us, their bodies blanket mine, their hearts filling me as I love them through the bond.
It’s not too much; it’s not too little; everything is just right.