Chapter 23
TWENTY-THREE
“Omega.” The alpha crawls on top of me, his body warm and his hands just the right amount of rough. Other hands are there immediately, trying to rip the alpha off me as a growl permeates in his chest.
The vibration of it feels so good against me.
“DJ, stop,” someone barks, and that has the alpha freezing right where his teeth sit above my jugular. I let out a pitiful whine.
“Casey, he’s already bit you. He doesn’t need to make a new one.”
As they say that, my hand goes to the other side of my neck where a bond mark sits. The feeling tingles as my fingers slide over it, the feeling foreign and a little bit sore, but also glorious.
Why won’t someone fuck me already?
“Soon, Omega,” one of them responds. I don’t have it in me to care that the statement somehow slipped out, because my stomach hurts and there’s only one thing I need to make it stop.
And they are keeping it from me.
The girl—my girl—speaks up. “Maybe we can let them,” she whispers.
The other alpha blinks at her. “What? What if he’s too rough?”
She shrugs. “Casey likes it rough, Raivat.”
I nod, knowing it’s true. Knowing that I need it more than I need air.
“If it gets too much, you can always bark at him. DJ will listen to you.”
The long-haired alpha rubs his neck, thinking it over, then he looks to his pack mate.
“Be gentle,” he barks at him. Then, with a defeated huff, he says, “Go to him.”
The alpha pounces on me once more, and I moan at how his scent clings to me from every mode of contact between us. It’s spicy and creamy and so fucking good.
We rip our clothes off each other and don’t waste two seconds. When the alpha gets me on his knees, I let out a needy whine just before he impales me, the slick my body has produced making it easy for him.
“Fuck,” someone whispers, but I can’t see who. The alpha starts to move, pulling his cock out slowly just to slam it back in. It takes me seconds—seconds—to come undone, my body bowing to him completely.
“What’s going on?” a new voice says from the door.
“He’s in rut.”
“And Casey?”
“In heat.”
I don’t hear anything else as the alpha fucking me pops his knot into me, sending me to new heights.
The sound that escapes me is strangled as pleasure engulfs my body.
My cock pulsates and I come right into the sheets, the feeling so overwhelming and so good at the same time.
He continues to make tiny movements, touching me in every beautiful spot with his cock that he can until I can’t hold myself up anymore.
The alpha licks and nips and kisses me all over, his chest warm against my back. My stomach calms and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Then, there’s a new sensation. A tiny reverberation happening against me, the sound the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.
“He’s purring,” someone says in awe.
“Well, shit,” is all I hear before I pass out to the sound of my alpha.
“More, more, more.”
The words spill out of the pretty omega as my cock penetrates her.
I can’t control the pace; I just want more of her, to be as close as I physically can.
Someone pushes in behind me, stroking my walls with as much speed and adrenaline as I am with my girl.
The double sensation leaves me panting, right on the edge of oblivion.
“Yes,” she whispers in my ear, her candy apple scent curling around me. “I can feel how close you are. Come inside me, Casey. Please.”
“Listen to your mate, Omega,” a harsh voice whispers by my ear as his stubble brushes my cheek. With the mix of his rough hands and the omega’s soft skin, my entire body is lit up like a firework.
My bisexual heart is so happy.
There are noises, sounds full of pleasure, and it takes me a second to realize they’re coming out of me.
All three of our bodies are joined, my hips gyrating between them as I’m both fucked and fucking someone else. Candied apples and honey drown me perfectly, stealing the air from my lungs. That’s okay, I don’t need to breathe normal air anyway. Not when their aromas could cure any ailment.
The sensations shooting down my spine elevate quickly, the orgasm overtaking me with lightning speed.
I gargle an unattractive sound that I’m glad I won’t remember later as I come inside her, my legs tensing.
Then, my alpha, with his bulky form folded over me deliciously, pushes his knot into my ass and secures himself to me.
Fucking yes.
I mewl, contort, holding onto both of them for dear life as the plethora of glee washes over me. My stomach finally stops its aching, and my bones lose their battle with staying up as I slump down onto my omega’s sweaty form.
And when her hands slide into my hair and caress my scalp, it lulls me right to sleep.
“Beautiful dirty omega,” my big muscley alpha whispers, causing a moan to escape my lips.
He’s the one with the dirty mouth, I’ve discovered.
The other two, the ones manhandling and tag-teaming me, are reserved.
Soft. They love to communicate with their touches.
All lingering and perfect, while the other one likes to maneuver and grip. I love that I get to have both.
My other alpha—the one with the beautiful nutmeg scent—grips my thighs as he takes me in his warm mouth. My legs are suspended, held up by the alpha underneath me, my back to his chest. His thrusts are slow, methodical. Their combined efforts have me groaning with every slow movement.
“I love seeing you between them,” the dirty-talking alpha continues. “Watching them slowly wind you up is one of the highlights of my day.”
I look up at him, his eyes directly on me, but his hands are elsewhere. My girl is sitting beside him, her eyes dazed as she watches us together, soft little pants escaping her lips as the man beside her plays with her clit. My mouth goes dry, the sight sending a new feeling all the way to my cock.
“Fuck, Omega,” the one fucking me says, his pumpkin scent growing with every thrust. “You like seeing him play with our girl, huh? You’re squeezing me so tight.”
Everything is too much, my body melting with every new welcomed sensation.
I’m being touched from every direction, even mentally as I watch the other part of our pack watch us and take pleasure without us even lifting a finger toward them.
The thought is blurring, spots flashing behind my eyes as my cock twitches with my impending orgasm.
“I—” I squeak, my throat dry. “K-Knot.”
“You want my knot, Omega?” he rasps in my ear, and my skin pebbles. “Are you going to come down Raivat’s throat? Gonna let me spill inside of you until there’s nothing left?”
“He’s going to wring you dry,” the alpha to the side comments, his voice breathy. The omega is now touching him, too, her hand around his giant cock. Her hips are moving slightly, thrusting into the alpha’s touch.
“P-Please,” I whisper.
I feel a glimmer of something, a cognizant moment of clarity as something that feels like love flows right through me. “Anything for you, Omega.”
Then he’s pushing inside me, holding my legs secure as his knot pops into place and sends a surge of energy through my body.
I come immediately, spilling down the throat of the man in front of me who is not deterred one bit.
He moans around my cock and I scream, loving the way he continues to bob up and down on me with just as much ferocity as before.
DJ holds me close, and the second that Raivat pulls off me, he’s turning us to the side to get more comfortable.
I blink rapidly, my consciousness finding its way back piece by piece.
It’s always disorienting, suddenly remembering everyone’s names and how I know them.
For days during a heat, you just feel like a body that needs to be pleasured.
Now, I feel all the complex emotions of humanity slowly coming back to me, and it’s both a wonderful and bittersweet feeling.
But this time is different, because this time I can feel everyone else’s emotions too.
There’s contentment, satisfaction, tiredness, and when Elsie looks me in my eyes and sees recognition, happiness pushes right to the front of everything else.
“Casey,” she whispers, her voice a soft lull that makes me sigh.
“Hi, Elkie.”
She moves forward, her naked form glorious. I can’t help but ogle her a little bit as she comes to lie in front of me, her eyes shining. “How are you feeling?”
“A little bit tired,” I admit. “But I’m okay.”
DJ kisses the back of my neck and my omega preens at the gesture.
Raivat sits beside Brodie and smirks. “You went into heat as soon as we were all bonded. You sent DJ right into rut.”
There’s a chuckle near my ear. “My first rut ever. What an experience.”
I wince. “Shit, I’m sorry.”
“There’s no need to apologize. I love that my first one was with my bonded omega.”
My cheeks heat as he wraps his arms around me further. “I’m glad I didn’t put you all out too much.”
A slight playful irritation shoots through the bond from Elsie. “We’re a pack now, Casey. None of us would want to be anywhere else anyway. Right, guys?”
She turns a hard glare to the rest of them, and they all laugh and quickly nod their heads. A chorus of yeahs and of courses sound through the room.
Raivat’s soft eyes meet mine. “In all seriousness, though. It’s true. I just want to be with you guys. Heat or no heat.”
I feel his sincerity through the bond, and I blink back the annoying tears trying to form there.
Elsie puts a hand on my face, caressing softly. My eyes widen with realization. “What about all my bites? Was I able to clean them enough?”
“Don’t worry.” Brodie laughs. “Getting you to tend to the bites wasn’t difficult in the slightest. Getting you to stop licking the bond marks was more difficult.”
Amusement replaces my anxiety as we all laugh. “I’m nothing if not thorough, even in dissociation,” I joke.
“It’s true. You’re very thorough,” DJ quips.
Comfortable silence settles over us as we all breathe and rest our eyes. Elsie stays lying out in front of me, turned onto her side so she can continue to pet my wet hair.
“Fuck,” I start, emotion taking over me. “So, what do we do now?”
Elsie smiles. “We live our life.”