6. Cas #2
I don’t know what he sees on my face, but Kato’s expression softens from humour to something more intimate.
It’s soft, but also…fervent. Like he doesn’t want to look away.
Not ever. “Hey,” he says, approaching the bed slowly, “it’s okay.
You can keep them. Hell, I’d give you the ones I’m wearing now, if that’s what you wanted. ”
Nathan makes a small noise, and my gaze flits to him.
He’s holding himself rigid, one of his big hands braced on the doorframe as if it’s holding him up.
He swallows visibly, throat bobbing as his eyes rake over me.
I feel exposed for the first time. Nothing is more intense than the full force of Nathan’s attention.
It makes me squirm, my bare legs rubbing against the woollen blanket atop the bed, the fibres rough against my sensitised skin.
I toy with the hem of the shirt I’m wearing—a well-worn flannel of Nathan’s that he wore to work two days ago.
It had been waiting to go into the washing machine until I snagged it.
It smells of him, all masculine alpha musk.
I have a few more spread out under the bedsheet, my own patchwork quilt.
Kato’s soft, faded band T-shirts, some of which barely fit around his alpha physique, probably make up the bulk of them.
It’s been easier to take them without him noticing; he’s got so many scattered around his bedroom upstairs.
“How do you want to do this?” Nathan asks, his voice strained and a little odd.
“Do what?” I say. “Are you going to make me give everything back?” The notion makes my chest ache, and tears sting my eyes at the mere thought of being parted from my ill-gotten gains. I can’t cry again—my eyes are gonna run dry.
“Nate,” Kato says, a warning in his voice. “I don’t think he knows.”
“Knows what?” I demand, hating how they’re speaking about me as if I’m not here.
Nathan sighs, scratching at his beard. “Cas, it’s your heat.” He sniffs the room. “Your scent’s, uh, a bit all over the place. I couldn’t tell until now.”
The bottom falls out of my stomach. My heat—my first heat. The world tips on its axis, and it’s only when Kato’s strong arms encircle me that I realise I almost fell off the bed in shock.
“You good?” he asks.
I don’t think so. But I don’t know how to voice that.
“You’re going to need an alpha to help you through it,” Nathan says. “Of course.”
“I—what?” My head’s swimming. Hard to think through the sudden want—no, need—that’s beginning to pervade my every sense.
“I can help,” Kato murmurs, lips brushing my ear. He’s got one eye on Nathan, who’s still standing at the door. “We can,” he amends suggestively, the lilt of a question in his low voice. He seems to be gauging Nathan’s interest in whatever he’s got in mind.
“I don’t—I don’t know.” I don’t know. I should know. Logically. But logic has deserted me, as well as all the reasons I’m not supposed to want this. All the things I’ve been told, the things that I know.
My body is already responding to the proximity of both alphas, leaving my brain and whatever it wants behind. Already turning into Kato’s embrace as he rubs his cheek against mine in a gentle but deliberate act of scent-marking, his breath ghosting my ear. My lips part as I shudder in his arms.
God, I can smell them both. How very badly they want me.
Kato drags his face along mine, and is now the time to tell him that I’m a complete and total virgin?
That I’ve never so much as gone to second base?
No, too late, because his lips brush the corner of mine and I catch a glimpse of Nathan death-gripping the doorframe before Kato’s kissing me.
Softly at first, and then, as I melt helplessly against him, his tongue slides past my lips.
I am a live wire, I am a puddle, I am all of these things at once, hot arousal flooding my system and pooling somewhere between my legs.
Every nerve and synapse in my body lights up beneath Kato’s touch, all systems go, and my new and strange and terrifying biology demands more of this and fuck, so do I.
Never in my life have I felt such a desperate, all-consuming need to be filled.
My arms slide around Kato’s neck and I don’t even recognise the sounds I’m making—all needy and desperate in the back of my throat—as he breaks the kiss to ease me onto the bed.
His hand runs down my side and I arch, practically throwing myself into the contact as he slips it under the sweater.
His palm skims my naked flank and it’s enough to make me cry out, to writhe beneath him, hitch one leg around his waist and dig my fingers into his shirt.
Already I’m so wet, and not wearing underwear was either a mistake or a stroke of brilliance.
The ease of access, how ripe the scent of me is in the air, making them both just as crazy as I am.
How easily Kato could unzip those tight, torn jeans of his and slide himself inside me, knot and all. Fuck, I want it so badly.
(Forgetting somehow, somewhere, dimly, in the back of my mind, that this is wrong. That I can’t. Why? What was that again?)
The flicker of thought is gone like it never existed when Kato’s hips settle between my open thighs, rolling against mine.
I bite my lower lip, my moan muffled and stuttering, dampened to a whimper.
He begins to kiss down my jaw, my throat, and I sigh, baring my neck to him.
Feel just the edge of fang graze over my pulse point as his still-clothed cock rubs over mine and oh, fuck yes.
Breed me. Mate me. The thought doesn’t feel like my own, but it is—it’s in my head and everything.
“You,” he whispers into my skin, “smell so, so fucking good.”
There’s a sharp crack and my eyes flutter open.
We both look sideways at Nathan. The wooden doorframe has splintered under the pressure of his grip, his eyes bright green, cheeks red, nostrils flaring.
His cock is obviously hard, tented beneath his dark jeans, and I can smell his arousal thick in the air.
Kato laughs, low and husky. “Enjoying the show, Nate?” No reproach in his tone, nor taunting. It is suggestive, sensuous. Inviting, even. My stomach flutters as if in free-fall.
The larger alpha doesn’t say anything. His hand moves over his stomach, his waist, and stops—so very close to touching himself, and I find myself wishing that he would. “He needs it, Kato.” His already deep, rough voice has gone down another impossible octave. “Take him.”
Kato’s hips nudge mine and I unravel a little more. “Yeah?” He’s still watching the other alpha, even as he lowers his head to nuzzle along my jaw. “While you watch?”
“Would you rather I leave?” He almost sounds amused.
The alpha above me sucks in a quick breath. I can feel his cock twitching in his jeans where he rubs it against me. I lean up and nudge his face with mine. “No.” And then, “Nate, I—”
He cuts him off. “Fuck him already, Kato.” That big hand moves just enough and yes, he’s palming himself through the denim now. “See how badly he wants it.”
Oh, I do.
Kato turns my face back to his and kisses me again, this time with a fervour that borders on frenzied, and I’m all too eager to match it. Can’t help my moans or my whining as his hand wanders down the length of my body once more, shoving up my giant sweater and revealing me to them both.
Is it the fact that I’ve never done this before, any of this—is that what I’m supposed to be remembering? I pull back from Kato slightly and his fang nicks my lower lip, tugging it before he lets go. I struggle to find my voice. “I’m not—I haven’t—”
“What?” he asks me softly, nosing my cheek. He’s stroking my hip now, going lower. My stomach tenses and jumps. “What’s the matter?”
“Virgin,” I croak.
Kato buries his face in my neck with a husky laugh. “Christ,” he mutters. “Of course you are.”
My gaze drags back to Nathan, whose cock is—oh, it’s out now, hanging heavy from his open jeans.
It’s huge—thick, veined, everything I’ve been promised an alpha’s cock is supposed to be but never for me, not before now.
My mouth goes dry and I think I actually squeak at the sight of it.
He wraps his fingers around it and begins to pump it slowly, thumb swiping the damp tip.
Kato’s watching too. He’s turned his head where it’s parked beneath my chin, and I can feel his heartbeat quicken. His cock twitches again. “Christ alive, Nate. It’s not a competition.” He doesn’t sound annoyed, though. More like he wishes the other alpha would bring it over here.
“You’ve got an omega to deflower, Kato. Get to work.” His deep voice seems uncharacteristically edgy. Like he’s fighting for control. “Unless you’re not up for the job?”
“Fuck you. I like to take my time.” It’s good-natured, though.
He’s kissing my throat, laving his tongue against it like he’s looking for a spot to mark me, and I bare more to him in hopes that he will.
His wandering fingers find my slick where it’s left a hot smear down the inside of my thigh.
As I watch him, breathless, he licks it from each fingertip, yellow, glittering gaze locked onto mine.
I think I might just suffocate. Or combust. “Are your wolf’s eyes blue? ” he asks me softly.
“Why?” I barely manage.
“It’s the colour your eyes have turned.”
I’ll just bet they have. I reach for him, his belt, my trembling fingers looking for purchase and failing. “I want to see you too.” I may as well be begging. “Please.”
He quickly obliges, undoing his belt, then the button and zip, before sliding it all down with his boxers until his cock springs free.
If he’s embarrassed that he doesn’t quite match up to Nathan, he doesn’t show it.
And he shouldn’t be—what he may lack in dimensions, he more than makes up for in aesthetics.
“Oh,” I hear Nathan say. Another kind of sigh.