10. Kato #2
It’s perfect, of course. Like the rest of him.
Round and tight and fuck, it’s even stronger now, the sweet, saccharine smell of him.
I can see his slick running down his inner thighs and I can’t stop myself from leaning down and rasping my tongue against one, then the other, licking him clean.
He gasps, popping onto his knees immediately, and that gives me a perfect glimpse of his wet, pink hole—and a perfect angle to bury my tongue in it.
He tastes fucking amazing. His slick honey-sweet on my tongue beneath the snowdrop musk, thick and syrupy, dizzying, making the alpha in me want to burst right out of my skin. I growl low in my throat as I lave my tongue into his cleft from top to bottom.
And he sounds amazing, too, all the urgent noises he makes as I eat him out, alternating between muffled and loud.
I hear the other alpha suck in a breath and I wonder if he’s watching me.
I drag my tongue up the cleft of Cas’s ass and then sink a finger into him—he’s so damn tight for an omega, the tightest I’ve ever felt—and glance up to see Nathan’s green eyes fixed on me.
I pause long enough to see Cas’s mouth sink down on his thick cock and stop breathing entirely.
It’s a struggle for him too, getting it past his lips, and it is a lot, but it shouldn’t be this difficult for him.
He should be able to take it easily; it’s what omegas are born to do.
But his mouth barely fits over the tapered head, stopping about halfway down the shaft where it flares outwards, to say nothing of the knot at the base.
And of course Nate’s hung like a fucking horse and I want to put my mouth on him, too.
It’s alright though, more than alright. For now I simply watch, sliding another finger into Cas as I do, his back bowing in response as he moans around a mouthful of thick alpha cock.
Nathan’s coaxing him, one hand brushing his curls back from his face, trying to get him to go deeper.
A low groan spills from the alpha’s throat and it is so utterly fucking hot, watching this—the omega’s head bobbing slowly, his fingers wrapping around it.
Seeing Nathan let go, even a little, his thick, twitching dick disappearing into Cas’s lush, rosy mouth.
It’s not getting better. Any of this. If anything, it’s worse.
The need—that all-encompassing animal hunger, what Cas is feeling and making us feel—is amplifying by the second.
He’s in heat and he needs to be bred. The fingers aren’t enough, the cock in his mouth is not enough, it’s never going to be enough no matter how long we go at it.
He needs to be knotted. I can feel it, primal and instinctive as if it’s my own desire—know it like it’s mine to know: have to fuck, have to be fucked, have to be filled now-now-now.
Suddenly I’ve gotta be inside Cas too. The way Nathan is, sliding into his mouth inch by agonizing inch. Can’t sit here fingering him and eating him out anymore. I need to be inside him, might die if I fucking don’t, both Cas and I. I have to. We have to.
Frantic, undoing my pants and shucking all that away, freeing my aching cock at last. Grasping it in my hand, so desperate that even that’s too much sensation, almost, like I’m gonna come just from my own touch, but I don’t.
I get up on my knees and seize Cas’s hips.
His mouth pops off Nathan wetly, and I think he might stammer o-oh before I’m pushing the head of my cock against his slick hole, and then inside.
“Fuck,” Cas gasps, “yes. Yes.”
Not normal. My last sane thought before I lose all sense completely. Whatever this is, whatever he is, it’s not normal.
And then I don’t care anymore.
He’s practically caterwauling at this point, higher and higher as I work my way inside him.
A fight, even though he’s so incredibly wet—soaking, actually—and feels fucking incredible, the best I’ve ever felt.
I try to tell him so but my voice is a muffled growl, coarse and feral and utterly incoherent.
My fingers glide up his flanks, counting ribs and grazing nipples as he arches beneath me in perfect offering.
I catch a glimpse of Nathan’s face and it’s ashen.
“Kato,” he whispers, deep and husky, even as Cas takes him in his mouth once more, “you—”
I reach for him. Our mouths meet violently, teeth clicking, and I taste blood as our tongues plunge past one another’s lips. Cut myself on one of his fangs but that’s alright too, because he’s kissing me.
Which is all I’ve ever fucking wanted from him, really, weeks spent trying to get close, and now it’s finally happening and I don’t think about why that is because I don’t care.
I kiss him like I need him to breathe, my hips snapping against Cas’s ass as I finally fit myself all the way inside him, knot and all—we’re both inside him, at once—and the moment I do, two things happen.
The first is that Nate comes, almost violently.
He rips his mouth away from mine with a harsh gasp and I smell it even though Cas is trying to swallow it all.
I can see, over his shoulder, that it’s just too much, spilling from the corners of a mouth that hasn’t even reached the knot yet.
Nathan’s chest heaves and I press my palm to all that sweaty muscle to feel his heart bumping as he sags back against the headboard.
The second thing is that Cas comes.
Which is a whole fucking thing unto itself.
The very air pulses with it as he comes off Nathan’s cock with a cry that is halfway a howl.
He throws his head back and spasms around me—a thrill so intense I can’t help but cry out too, the sound torn from my throat.
My fingers are claws as they rake down his sides, skin parting like paper beneath them, and I’m thrusting into him like something crazed.
Fucking him hard enough that he has to brace against Nathan, who takes him in his arms, and all I can hear are his whimpers and the sound of my damp flesh slapping his.
Animal need. Animal drive. This, and only this.
All that tight, wet heat sucking me in and embracing me, urging me on, seductive as any siren song.
Oh, he feels incredible, nothing should feel this good.
He shouldn’t be so tight, so small inside that I bump up against the opening of his womb with every thrust.
The omega clings to Nathan as I pound him relentlessly, faster, harder, stretching him out and out and out because my god he’s hard to fuck, and there’s just no time to warm him up, have to get it in, have to breed him, mindless with it, full rut.
I’m not going to last because he’s got a vice grip on my cock and he’s milking it with every thrust. His orgasm goes on and on and fucking on, wracking his whole body. My thoughts obliterate in a supernova.
Mine.
Mine.
He is mine.
I lean down and sink my teeth into the side of his throat.
Claim him, just like that, no decision making involved because it’s not needed.
He is mine, my mate, there is no one else for him but me—things I had all decided the moment I laid eyes on him, touched him, felt myself coming home.
I bury my fangs and this rudimentary, primitive power into him.
Mark him, score his skin, brand him as this forevermore: mine.
Just as Nathan does the same on the opposite side.
I bury myself in the writhing boy beneath me and come inside him before I can stop myself—as if I would, as if I could—flooding him with a seed I haven’t spilled in what feels like a million fucking years. I swell inside him as I fill him up and we’re tied, no getting away from me now.
Cas cries out and it’s nothing coherent, nothing sane, and I only growl in reply, his blood a sticky, candy-sweet syrup on my tongue, and Nathan’s right there with me. We’re both taking him, somehow, even though it’s not possible. We’re both making him ours.
Our mate.
I shudder. Both their blood is mixing in my mouth.
Can smell it on the air—that and the scent of their cum.
I’m still tied with Cas even as he collapses, a whimpering and trembling mess into the other alpha’s lap.
His throat is dark with bruises, and the fresh marks openly bleed, along with the scrapes on his side, a stark contrast against his lovely, snow-kissed complexion.
“Kato,” Nathan says, staring at me, breathless. “What have you done?”
Oh.
Oh, no.