Chapter 3
We left the venue, and the grounds of the theatre, following clusters of goths and punks as they went along, hearing snippets of excitement for the after parties and hookups through clouds of weed behind them.
My heart slammed into my throat when I thought about how I would get home, then I remembered that I didn’t bring my car to the concert hall.
In recent years, Port Haven became a very walkable city, with good public transportation, so I wasn’t leaving anything behind. There was absolutely nothing worse than the post-concert traffic crawl. So, I was free to follow these alphas anywhere, in any way they wanted.
As we walked, the guys caught up and I took in the pack fully. Raine’s hair was a deep, chocolatey brown, with hints of dangerous red. His eyes were blue, like water, like his name.
Jackal was taller, with a deep purple mohawk that, tonight, was no longer erect. His hair was a tangle of silk on an otherwise naked scalp. He had cheekbones that demanded attention. He seemed intimidating, itching for violence. I would have normally steered clear, wouldn’t have let my curiosity get the better of me, if I hadn’t been reassured by the DIY t-shirt that peeked out from under his plaid flannel. It was a stencil of the logo of an anti-Alpha and Omega organization tossed into a wire waste paper basket, bright red flames burning it away.
And the female that led me by a leash? She was long-legged and her vinyl dress shone under the headlights and street lamps that beamed all around us, making the dress seem to move like liquid. Her blonde hair was wild and mane-like.
“What’s your name?” I found the courage to ask.
She looked over her shoulder at me and offered a curve of her pale pink lips. “Athame,” she answered.
The four of us reached the main road and we jaywalked across the street, the oppressive sky scrapers of Downtown Port Haven looming over as we barely had to dodge the creeping slog of bumper to bumper vehicles. Jackal jogged ahead, hopping onto the sidewalk and marched to a shop.
He pulled a ring of keys from his pocket and started unlocking the door to the shop, the unlit neon sign above spelling out Pins complicated, intricate swirls of color and shadow that hypnotized me. I was eager to ask about the stories painted on their arms.
Later though.
Their eyes were practically black with how dilated they were. Athame’s teeth teased my ear. My legs trembled underneath me, so she was all but holding me up.
“Where do you want to begin?” she asked.
I hadn’t thought my answer would change. I still wanted to be taken first by the pack lead, but now, I wanted more than that.
“All of you,” I admitted.
With a knowing smirk, Athame released me and I stumbled. Raine caught me and I gazed up at him.
“On the bed,” Athame ordered.
I drew away from Raine and crawled obediently onto the bed.
“On your back,” the pack lead said, and I lay on my back.
Athame crawled onto the bed with me. At the foot of the bed, the weight shifted and I smelled Raine’s strawberry-lemonade scent flourish as he wedged himself between my thighs.
I felt Jackal’s presence more than saw him move.
Athame lay over me. I savored the sensation of her breasts resting against mine. The softness. The plushness. The nearly invasive prodding of her stiff nipples on the round swell of my own chest. She shifted, and the red bud of her nipples teased mine, tracing the contours of my areolas as she artfully swayed her body.
I dared to touch her, my palms going to the small of her back, then gliding down to the curve of her ass. I cradled, and I squeezed. Her eyes turned dark with lust and she kissed me. Her blonde curls fell all around us, shielding us from the world beyond, even from her packmates. Her hair was soaked in her nutty, vanilla scent. I took a deep breath, bringing it within me and letting it fill my senses.
She kissed down my neck, once more biting into the collar. This time, she allowed her inner alpha to take over, and her teeth sank through the collar as if the supple leather was just a soft cheese. She bit the collar off, and I was free of it.
Athame rose off my body and crawled, dragging her lean torso across my lips and tongue. I nipped at her navel, and then got lost in a haze of her as she rubbed her pussy against my mouth.
My tongue plunged up and into her with a moan, as Raine’s own mouth latched between my legs. The only reason I knew it was Raine was because I could smell Jackal to my left. He took my hand, ran his tongue across my palm from wrist to fingertips, and wrapped my fist around his cock. I started stroking.
The length and stiffness of it was a delight. My palm luxuriated in its journey back and forth. How I could flick his piercing with my thumb and hear him —sense him— gasp.
Above me, Athame was a five star meal, coating my tongue and setting fire to each of my taste buds. I couldn’t imagine tasting anything more delicious than her for the rest of my life. Luckily, it seemed this would be exactly that; the rest of my life.
For the pack’s sake, I hoped I tasted half as delectable as Athame did. Raine had no hesitation, and his tongue, lips and jaw worked me with a frenzy. He had dove for me, and meant to devour me, licking up my incessant rivulets of slick just as quick as they flowed out.
I moaned into Athame, closing my mouth on her and sucking at her pussy lips. I ran my tongue over them again and again. She shifted and her clit rolled across my lips. I trapped it, and sucked. She threw her head back with a cry.
My hand glided over Jackal’s knot, fingers splaying over the round surface. My core flipped, eager to feel that knot locking us together.
Raine rubbed some drool and slick against my crack, and slid a finger into me easily. I moaned up into Athame, who echoed me. I turned my head to break for air and said “Fuck me!”
Athame got off me and stood on the bed. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees,
Breaking me away from Raine. I looked up at her. I was panting, dripping slick all over the bedspread.
“Bite me,” I said in a gasp. The words, and the tone I said them in, flew in the face of what I said earlier about not begging. “Bite me,” I said again. “Please, alpha. Make me yours.”
My begging made Athame smile. She got on her knees in front of me, and slid her fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, my tongue dancing around them until she pulled them free, all wet and slippery. She plunged her fingers inside me.
I threw my head back, and Athame gripped my hair again, keeping my head in that strained position as she pistoned her fingers in and out of me. Her warm lips and hot tongue traced my throat, my jugular, my jaw. My universe exploded when she bit down.
Instantly, I was more than just myself. I could feel further than my own being. I could feel a light presence spreading through my body. It started at my neck and raced through every single cell that I was made of, and it hummed one thing.
Athame.
Then, she let go.
I was tackled from the right and flopped onto the bed, Jackal’s heavy weight smothering my body. I cried out as he pressed his hard, thick cock into my pussy. He bit down on my neck, taking a hunk of flesh into his mouth as he pumped his dick furiously into me. I felt him like a sunburn, heat and tension crackling through me; his energy morphed, burrowing under resown earth and emerging as new growth, something entirely new and all-encompassing.
I bucked my hips against him, wanting more.
Athame rubbed my clit as Jackal barreled into me over and over, his teeth still in my skin.
Raine cradled the top of my head and I had no choice but to let him push his cock past my lips and down my throat. He and Jackal both held my head still as he thrust into my mouth rhythmically. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see. I could only hear the thrashing metal music, the grunts of my pack, and the violent squeaking of the bed.
With a feral growl, Jackal finally released me from his jaws, and let go of my head. He rolled so I was on top of him. He forced me down and thrust up deep into me and I lost my mind as he unloaded, his knot swelling as he took up all my space and locked into me.
Shadows flickered as Athame crawled around in my periphery.
The weight of the bed shifted, Raine’s wet hand spread me open. Jackal’s expansive knot kept me from moving, Athame stood in front of me and drew my face between her legs. Raine pushed into me from behind. My moan was stifled by Athame’s sweet, satiny pussy. I was pinned in place by Jackal’s knot, and Raine had all the leverage he needed to push fully into me. My insides molded around both men.
Raine leaned forward, his chest pressed against my back. His hot breath brushed my ear each time he panted.
“That’s a good little omega,” he purred. “Lick your beautiful alpha mistress.”
I did as I was ordered with an enthusiastic moan. Raine brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. I whimpered with anticipation. Then he bit me.
Raine’s energy flooded my aura, bathed my skin, mingled with the presences of Athame and Jackal. The three of them were a part of me, tied up, woven in, stitched together; a thread that wouldn’t fray.
Raine was the most gentle, even loving, of the three. He rocked slow and deep against me, and came quietly, his knot practically cuddling up in the den that my body provided. He released his bite and dragged his forehead into my hair, marking me and picking up my scent.
Athame threw her head back and hollered with a snarl as her juices splashed across my tongue with her climax. Exhausted, her legs folded under her and she collapsed onto the bed. She kissed me, deep and with affection. She cradled my cheeks in her hands and gazed at me.
“Such a good little omega. Wait until everyone sees you.”