34. Kestrel
Kestrel
Sage has another house. This one is in the suburbs and is quite large. I wander in, not liking much about it. It’s too open, too many windows. Too many doors. But then I get to the main bedroom, and I pause, staring.
“This is why you chose it, isn’t it?”
Sage’s grin is positively lecherous.
“Yes.”
I step down into the recessed room, walking towards the bed that could fit all of us in it comfortably.
The quilt is black, the pillows maroon, and the windows have thick blackout curtains that go from floor to ceiling.
The carpet is a pale grey. It’s a calming, soothing room that, other than the size of the bed, doesn’t suit us at all.
I reach up and touch my bonds, feeling the warmth from Sage heating that path inside.
He follows me, standing so close that when I lean back, I lean against his hard chest. His arms wrap around me, and I think this is where I want to stay, safe in their embrace where we don’t have to kill, don’t have to run, don’t have to fight.
I can just stay in their heat, bathing in it, surviving off it.
I reach up and wrap my arms over his, holding him to me, before I slip out and away from him, turning to face him.
“What was your family like?”
“Cruel, violent, mean.”
“Would you have wanted them to kill you when you were a child?”
He considers it.
“No, I was a fighter. I was desperate to live. I needed to.”
I stare up at him. “I couldn’t quit. If that makes sense, I had to stay.”
“I know. You’re like me. You’re a fighter.”
He closes the distance, our lips touch, so softly. Like if we kiss harder than this, we might break the fragile glass chains that are holding us together.
He cups my face, his thumbs stroking over my cheeks, gently and tenderly telling me without words how he feels.
I cling to him, my fingers wrapped up in his clothes, gripping the material so that he can’t pull away.
“I want to be inside you.”
I look up, staring into his beautiful face and those beautiful green eyes. “Funnily enough, I want that, too.”
Sage growls, and suddenly, my clothes are being torn off me. I stumble back, and my knees hit the edge of the bed. Before I can get my balance, he shoves me, and I land on my back.
He reaches out and fingers the lace bra that Rolly got me. “This is pretty.”
Sage grins maliciously as he cuts it off me and then even more so when he destroys my panties.
“Really?”
“Really, really.” He strips out of his clothes and crawls over me, even as I use my arms to drag myself up the bed. He looms, a dangerous, sexy threat to my senses.
“Sage,” I whine.
He ducks down, the heat of him surrounds me, but the only place we are touching is our lips. I gasp and shift my weight. He grins.
“What’s funny?”
“Everything,” he whispers. “You, me, here with our pack just out there, and I’m about to make you moan my name. It’s so great to be alive.”
I shake my head, but he leans down and presses his lips to the spot just below my collarbone.
“Tell me a joke,” I say.
He lifts his head, glaring at me. “Now? Like right now?”
I giggle.
“You are a shit, Kest.”
He tweaks my nipple hard enough to make me shriek. The door slams open, and King walks in, his concerned expression clearing when he sees what we’re doing.
He chuckles.
“Tell this wench a joke,” Sage growls.
“A joke?”
“She wants a joke.”
“Now?”
“Yes, now.”
King hums. “I don’t know any jokes.”
Sage sits back, sitting on my pelvis, he glares at me. “Can I give you an IOU?”
I shake my head, bemused by this ridiculous conversation but unwilling to let it go.
Sage’s expression gets positively crafty.
“What are you up to?” I growl.
He ignores me, looking at King. “Want to play with us?”
King shrugs and strips out of his clothes. I watch, enjoying the slow exposure of all that delicious skin.
Sage slaps my breast lightly, making it wobble.
“How about a game instead of a joke?”
I am instantly suspicious, and I look from him to King, trying to figure out if I can get any clues from either of them.
“What kind of game?”
“Oh, it’s one you will love.”
“What do I have to do?”
“You have to tell us when you’ve reached your limit.”
“My limit?”
“Yes.”
He looks far too smug, and I’m not sure about this, but it’s Sage and King, they won’t hurt me.
“All right, I’ll play.”
“Excellent.”
King grabs one wrist while Sage grabs the other, and I’m secured to the headboard.
They use strips of sheets they destroy to secure my legs wide apart.
I swear at them. A lot, but I laugh, too.
There is something so exhilarating about trusting them so completely that I can have fun while I’m being tied up.
Sage climbs off me, and I see he’s half hard. He grabs his cock and strokes it, bringing it to its full and impressive length. My mouth waters, but once he gets himself hard, he lets go of it and walks down to the end of the bed.
“What is the game?”
Sage looks up and grins, and I remember that he’s got a sadistic streak a mile wide. Should not have forgotten that.
He leans over and kisses my instep, nipping at the skin before moving up. His fingers trailing over my toes.
“Did you know I dreamed of this? I jacked off to it so many times. Having you at my mercy where I can take my time and explore every inch of your body.”
His words send a cold shiver through me that turns to liquid heat and has slick pooling between my legs.
“Ah, your skin is my favourite snack.”
“Cannibal.”
He bites my calf. I arch up against the ropes, moaning. That is not sexy, not sexy at all.
I’m exposed to his eyes, and I watch as he makes his way up, trailing his fingers over my super-heated skin and pausing to kiss certain spots that call to him.
He pauses with his face just inches from my slick-coated pussy. He lunges forward, licking once, twice, thrice, and then he stands up and walks away.
“Sage?” I shout, ready to beat him to death.
King kneels on the bed and leans down, kissing me until I forget everything but the ache in me and the need for the knots that are so close.
“Please, I need you.”
King strokes my cheek. “Not enough.”
What?
Sage appears and trails his fingers over my breasts. I gasp, my skin pebbling. He mouths my ribs, leaving dark bruises on the skin over them. I’m whining almost constantly, torn between watching Sage continue his assault and watching King, who is stroking his mouthwatering cock.
“Please!”
“Please?”
“Please, Alpha,” I say desperately. “I need a cock. I need you. Please.” I’m almost frantic, almost out of my mind. I can’t stay still, my hips are undulating, rising and meeting nothing. My chest heaves, sweat beads and cools on my body, and their hands don’t stop moving.
“Okay, King.”
King knee walks up close to my face and grabs the headboard, holding himself secure as he grabs his cock and angles it down to my face.
“Come on, baby, you want a cock, right? Open those pretty lips and take your alpha’s cock. Make him feel good, and he can fill you with cum. Give you the fix that you need. Come on, Kest, don’t you want to choke on his dick? Have we reached your limits?”
I snarl at Sage and open my mouth, clawing my useless hands in their ties.
He tastes good, and I love the feel and the stretch of having a cock in my mouth. I get a flash of an image of me falling asleep sucking on it and wonder if they will let me do it one night. As soon as I get my mouth free, I’m going to request it.
I lose track of everything but King, using all my skill and talents to stroke and suck his cock until he’s gripping the wall, pumping hard and fast into my mouth, straining.
He roars and explodes. I swallow and have to again.
He grabs my head, pulling me up so I take him deeper.
I hold him in my mouth, feeling every flinch, every shudder as he goes soft in my mouth, but I don’t stop until he drags his cock free with a wet plop.
Saliva and cum fall on my chin, but he’s quick to lean in and kiss it away.
“That was incredible. Thank you, Omega.”
I snarl. “Release me.”
“Uh-uh. These aren’t King’s rules, they are mine. Don’t tell me you forgot about me, Kest.”
“No one could forget about you,” I say wrathfully, watching him with predatory intent.
He slides up my body, pressing himself against me, pressing his weight into me. His cock fits against me and is instantly soaked.
“Oh, you get so wet. I love the feel of your hot, wet, cunt screaming for an alpha. So needy. What a good little omega.”
“There are toys that make you moot and nullified.”
He chuckles and reaches down, pressing just the tip in. Sage’s eyebrows go up even as his eyes darken.
“Oh, the tip is in. Too much? Should I take it out?”
I snarl.
“I’ll take it out.”
“Don’t you dare!” I shout.
He purrs and presses it in just a fraction and pulls it back. He does it over and over, until I’m wailing, sobbing. Pleading.
“Please, Sage, please.”
He sucks on my nipple, pulling it out until I whine sharply, before letting it go.
“Please?” he teases. “Please, what?”
“Please, put it in. Knot me. Please. I can’t, I need you-”
Sage laughs again and puts his head on my chest, smiling as he flexes and sinks in a little tiny bit more.
“Sage!”
The door opens, and Blaze walks in, unnoticed by my distracted alpha. The massive form pauses, taking everything in, and shakes his head. With one brutal move, he belts Sage’s ass so hard the alpha roars and surges all the way into me.
“Enough,” Blaze growls.
Sage knots me in his instant reaction to Blaze’s attack. I scream, convulsing helplessly in the restraints. Sage howls, slamming into me, over and over. He wraps around me, arching, his eyes almost black, his lips drawn back as he shoves his knot deeper and deeper, filling me with his release.
I lose time. I lose everything.
All I can do is follow the highs and lows of my orgasms as they slam into me, over and over.
I turn my head and find King lying beside me.
Merle rises and steals the body, pushing me out.
I can still see and hear, but she’s in control, and she’s on a mission.
King’s eyes are closed, but his hand is right near our face.
She grabs it with our teeth and sinks them deep, bonding him.
His eyes flare wide open, shock on every line.
Sage grabs his head and drags the alpha down to my breast.
“Bond our omega,” Sage says darkly. “Make her yours.”
“Merle,” King whispers in awe.
We stare at him in challenge, expectation, in demand.
Bond us, Alpha.
King can’t resist the invitation any more than any of us could. He bites me.
And I have one more bond.