11. Nate #2
I slide my hand up his bare thigh, collecting his slick as I go.
Sucking two fingers into my mouth, I savour the taste of my omega.
It’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever known.
Nothing comes close to it. And he’s dripping it everywhere, wetter than any other omega I’ve known.
So wet I’d wager I could shove my entire fist inside of him, all the way to the entrance of his womb.
Kato’s knot has left Cas wide open, enough that he could welcome both of our cocks in his stretched hole.
Not yet, though. We’ll work up to it, train his hole to prepare him for the fullness of taking both his alphas at once.
My thoughts are pinging around my head with no real focus on anything other than Cas. I’m addicted to him: his small, perfect body, his desperate mewls of pleasure, the way he grabs for us like he’ll never let us go.
And I don’t intend to ever let him go. Not now that he’s ours.
I press Cas’s knees into his chest. “Hold,” I instruct. He’s trembling with need as he does as I command, hands going under his legs, leaving his hole exposed to me. I rub softly at his rim, testing him. He lets out a startled gasp and lets go of his legs.
That won’t do.
“Kato. Ribbon,” I say in a low tone. One-word sentences are all I’m capable of right now.
Speech seems to have deserted Kato altogether as he sits up on the bed, blinking slowly at me before his eyes light up with understanding. He leans over to the nightstand where Cas’s discarded pink ribbons lie and picks up a long one, trailing the ends over Cas’s skin as he hands it to me.
I meet Cas’s gaze, his dark eyes half-lidded. “Hold,” I say again.
“Y-yes, Alpha,” he says, offering up his wrists.
The sweet gesture has a feral grin spreading over my face. “Good boy.”
This time, Kato helps position him, tattooed fingers contrasting perfectly against creamy skin as he presses Cas’s thighs down over his chest. Once Cas is in position, hands together under the backs of his knees, I use the ribbon to tie his wrists.
Now he‘s open to us, unable to hide. The way his hole flutters, dribbling with slick, tells me all I need to know. I inhale deeply, the snowdrop scent of him filling my nostrils.
Cas’s cock is hard, straining upwards. I lean down and lick up his shaft, tasting his precum.
“Alpha!” he shouts.
I don’t stop. His cock is small, not difficult to swallow whole. I do this so rarely; it’s a treat to make Cas wriggle helplessly beneath me.
Kato lies on the bed and plucks at Cas’s tight pink nipples, rolling them between his fingers. My dick throbs as I picture what Cas’s chest might look like if it were heavy with milk, twin handfuls for me and Kato to suck at.
I tease Cas’s cock like I would his fattened nipples, sucking softly, tongue flicking the tip.
Cas’s cries are incoherent as he comes in my mouth, his entire body trembling with the force of the orgasm.
I drink his cum down, thick and nectar-sweet.
I’d bottle it if I could, keep it for the moments when I can no longer taste him on my tongue.
Instinct drives me more than anything else as I stuff three fingers into Cas’s hole.
They slide in without resistance. He barely seems to register it, only letting out a whimper when I rub over his prostate.
Watching his face closely, I add a fourth finger, spreading gently to widen his already stretched hole.
Cas gasps, squirming and pushing himself towards me.
“Greedy,” I say.
He nods furiously, his sweat-damp hair sticking to his forehead, the apples of his cheeks flushed rosy pink, matching his hole. He uses what little leverage he has to fuck himself on my fingers every time I push them deeper.
Kato watches me as I work our omega open, his chest rising and falling fast, eyes blown wide with lust.
“Come here,” I growl. Words are hard, full sentences even harder when all I can think is fuck-claim-bite. I make the effort regardless, because Kato craves my direction.
He scrambles over to join me at the end of the bed, shoulder to shoulder, and the next time I push into Cas, Kato presses in a digit alongside mine.
As though Cas’s body knows both his alphas are where they belong, he keens, legs shaking where they’re held to his chest by his tied wrists.
His hole is our sole focus for the next few minutes. We work him wider and wider until he’s gaping. I’ve never held hands with Kato before, but we’re joined palm to palm as we prep Cas together.
Cas cries out in pleasure, his eyes brimming with tears. “Please, Alphas,” he begs. “I want your cocks.”
With that plea, I can wait no longer. I muscle Kato out of the way, line myself up, and plunge inside. The wet heat is like nothing I’ve ever felt before—hot and inviting. I want to stay inside of him forever, buried to the hilt.
I allow him a few moments to adjust to my girth, revelling in his blissed-out expression.
I belong here like I have so few other places.
Inside Cas, alongside Kato, in the sanctuary of my cabin, I feel utterly at home for the first time.
The rightness of it settles deep within me, and I throw my head back, howling my satisfaction.