Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Silva
Moaning slightly, I stretch, identifying the soreness I feel everywhere. Syrus strongarmed me into taking a shower at some point, while Kyren convinced Izzy. We both pouted because we couldn’t shower together, but they said that we’d probably end up fucking.
Is that so wrong?
They also refused to let us have sex before we ate and drank a little. Then, Kyren was sneaky and fucked Izzy on my couch while I rode Izzy’s face so Syrus and Harlan could change the sheets.
It took a lot of fucking before the scent was right again in my nest. So fucking rude.
“Are you grumbling, Spitfire?” Syrus asks, his arms pulling me tighter against him as I gaze at him. “You have a little wrinkle right…here.”
Opening my eyes, I smirk as he rubs at a line over and between my eyebrows.
“I am,” I murmur. My stomach twists, and my face crumples in pain as I gasp. “Ow.”
“I got you, baby,” he promises, lifting my leg onto his hip. I grab his cock on a mission to stop the cramps, even though I’ll need a knot for that. “Wait.”
There are adult toys all over the bed. It would be funny if half of the vibrating ones didn’t have dead batteries. USB vibrators are all fun and games until you’re in the middle of your heat and they fucking die.
This is why I have such a large collection.
Reaching behind himself, he grabs something and shows it to me. It’s a knot cock ring.
“That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen,” I sniffle. I don’t care that I bought it on impulse and then forgot I did that.
“You’re adorable,” he murmurs, wincing as he pulls the ring on without lube. Shit. Those fuckers are tight too. “This should be better.”
Sliding without resistance into my slick pussy, he groans as he kisses me. None of the guys have complained about being tired. When Izzy and I sleep, they will too, or they’ll clean up.
How did I get this lucky?
“I love you too,” Syrus says against my lips as he pins my thigh against him. The angle is deep, and feels really fucking good as I moan.
Everyone around us is asleep, and Syrus is so attuned to me, he immediately knew when I was awake.
Speaking of…
“Syrus,” I gasp, my hips pushing up to meet each of his thrusts. He’s trying to keep the pace languid and easy, but I’m not in the mood for that.
“Yes, Spitfire?” he asks.
My skin burns, fuck. Pushing on his shoulder to force him onto his back, I ride with him so I’m on top. Riding his cock harder, I enjoy the look of bliss on Sy’s face.
“I love you,” I murmur. He opens his mouth to reply, but I lean forward, my eyes nearly crossing as I grind on his fake knot. It’s harder than a natural one, and large enough to allow me stimulation for my swollen clit. “Mmm. I like this. Fuck your knot into me and bite me, baby.”
“Silva…” Hmmm. I think I shocked Syrus. That’s fun. I don’t often get to do that.
“Please,” I beg. “I need it.”
“She does. I can feel it,” Izzy says sleepily, opening an eye. “Give her what she wants. Be nice, Syrus.”
“I’m always nice,” he complains, sitting up. “You seem clearheaded enough. Bite me back. I don’t do things by fucking halves, Spitfire.”
Holding me tightly, he moves so he can easily thrust and piston his hips to continue to give me what I need. I enjoy every movement and the delicious friction as he moves across my nerve endings, lighting them up.
“Sy,” I moan, looking for more as I kiss him.
The artificial knot is adjustable, and he can blow it up so that it’s larger. It’s kind of fun, because it means there’s a choice in how long we stay locked together. I did my research on the thing, but in the chaos of my heat, I forgot it existed.
Syrus pulls me down hard on the knot, and I can feel slick drenching it as I gasp. I can hear my pussy audibly pulling it in, and my walls clench excitedly around it.
“Bite, bite, Syrus,” I cry out.
His hands squeeze to the point of pain on my hips, and then he’s leaning me back slightly to suck on my breasts.
“You got it, baby,” he growls, his teeth sinking in the underside of my breast.
The oxygen in my lungs disappears as I silently scream, clenching hard around his cock. I’m not sure when the man had the multitasking skills, but the knot pushing inside of me begins to expand as I sob in need.
Izzy crawls over to me as my nerve endings thrum on the edge of pleasure and pain. I can feel the connection between Syrus and I slowly building between us, and I moan as his pleasure of my acceptance of him flows within him.
Honestly, it’s been more getting over my fear of being controlled than anything. Syrus doesn’t do that. He’ll discuss, cajole, and then hunt my ass down when I run.
“Such a pretty girl,” Izzy croons, kissing my shoulder before he moves behind me. “Ooh. Lookie here. An empty hole just for meeee.”
Kyren and Harlan watch on, chuckling as they watch a very loopy and chaotic omega slide his cock into my very needy and abused asshole.
We’ve had three days of fucking, and at some point the heat bubble will burst. Until then, let there be lots of cream pies deposited, well, everywhere.
Moaning, I get lost in the sensation as I kiss Izzy over my shoulder. My hair is a tangled mess that Kyren already promised to brush out for me later, and I’ve decided I need to check out of the world more often.
“Share,” Syrus grunts, his fingers sinking into my hair to steal me away from Izzy.
“Rude,” Izzy mutters, his teeth dragging across my skin.
“Izzy,” Harlan warns.
“I need to leave my mark,” he whines. “Baby, can I bite you?”
“Oh my god,” I gasp. Can I handle another? I have hickies all over my skin from him, but he’s been a good boy and hasn’t bit me again. “Yes.”
“Mmm. You owe me one too, Spitfire.”
“Kinky,” Kyren murmurs, making me huff out a laugh.
“Fuck, you squeeze down hard when you laugh,” Izzy groans. “Be a good girl and come for us, mi amor.”
Being called a “good girl” used to be something I hated. It was another way to be controlled. I don’t feel like this with the men in this pack. Dare I call them my pack?
Maybe just in my head for now.
“I need more,” I whine, giggling when he finds the newest clit stimulator that we’re working with. It sucks like a fucking dream.
“Let me help my girl out,” Izzy says with a lazy smile. “Syrus, this one sucks and vibrates. Your dick is going to get a nice massage.”
“Mmm. Bring it. The knot is already in. It’s almost as big as it can get,” he says.
“You’re packing dangerous equipment,” I tease, catching my breath. “You’d be insufferable if you had a knot.”
“Your dick barely fits through doors as it is now,” Harlan snorts, playing along.
“No chatter from the peanut gallery,” Syrus mutters, his lips curled into a grin. “Hurry up, Izzy. I’m really fucking close. I swear, my balls are dry and I don’t think I have any more cum.”
“I’ll have mercy,” Izzy smirks, moving the toy until my clit is where the air suction thingy is. Turning it on low, he makes sure it can’t be thrown off before turning it up to a higher setting. It’s long and flat outside of the vibration and sucker, which allows me to ride a cock and get off.
I fucking love toys so much.
Izzy sets the pace as he fucks me up and down Syrus’ cock.
“Oh…oh fuck,” I cry out. The toy is sucking and vibrating my clit, and following every movement like it’s getting paid.
“Mmm. So fucking sexy,” Harlan groans, watching me. “Bite your beta, sweetness. I want to watch. He’s yours.”
Nodding, I feel a flush of heat wash over me. Oh my God. This feels so good. My thighs are shaking as I bounce on Syrus’ cock and I swear my happiest moments are when one of their dicks are rearranging my guts.
My teeth fucking ache, and I squeeze the back of Sy’s neck as I kiss and suck down the side of his throat.
“Where everyone can see it, Spitfire,” he rasps, groaning as my cunt begins to strangle him.
Fuck, fuck, I’m going to come.
“So come,” Izzy whispers in my ear.
Oops, I said that out loud. Biting down on where Sy’s throat connects to his shoulder, I feel a rush of pleasure.
“Fuck yes,” Izzy groans, biting me in the exact spot I bit Syrus.
Screaming, I find myself falling off the edge of my release, and pumped full of cum in both holes. A feeling of rightness hits me, and the intense need to fuck, cum, and be covered in it begins to pass.
Gasping for breath, I drop my head back against Izzy, whimpering as the toy continues to push after shocks through my body.
“Help,” I whimper.
“Death by vibrator,” Syrus chuckles, careful as he detaches the toy and tosses it aside.
Harlan raises his eye at it as it continues to vibrate, and pokes at the toy until it turns off.
“It won’t bite you,” Kyren chuckles, popping him in the back of the head.
“Children,” Syrus smirks, looking happy and sated.
He’s still firmly connected to me with the knot, and I find that I don’t want to move yet.
“Yes, Daddy?” I ask, sighing happily.
His cock twitches, still erect and thick, and Izzy whimpers as I clench around both of them.
“You’re bad,” Syrus murmurs, kissing the tip of my nose.
Harlan breathes in deeply, relaxing deeper into the mattress.
“The gremlins are done with their heat,” he mumbles. “Oh my God, you two are amazing and also have an incredible way of feeding off each other.”
“I heard omega cycles link up,” I tease him.
“This is one of my favorite heats,” Izzy says against my skin, his hands massaging my legs. If he keeps this up, I’m going to become a pile of goo.
Syrus joins in, rubbing my back, and I moan as I relax further.
“I want to soak in a bubble bath,” Izzy murmurs. “What do you think, mi amor? Want to join me?”
“Damn, her tub is amazing,” Syrus croons, pushing the button on the knot to deflate.
“Oh…so odd,” I whine.
“I like this thing a lot,” Syrus smirks.
“Yes, a bubble bath sounds amazing,” I agree, the post heat glow soaking in. “My vagina is probably going to need to be iced from the action she’s seen.”
The warm, amused male laughter in my nest makes me happy as I lean against Izzy. Ugh, who am I kidding?