5. Calder
Calder
Honey, brown sugar, and the feminine musk that is entirely Opaline saturates the air of the nest around us, drowning me in her scent.
It holds a particular, overwhelmingly sweet and tantalizing edge to it that normally isn't this intense.
It literally feels addictive; my mouth waters and cock weeps at the mere thought and scent of her.
The unending need and desire isn't one-sided to her inner omega.
No, if I could have her essence straight into my veins, I would, and it still wouldn't be enough.
The urge to stay buried in her pussy, straight at the source of her perfume, is a calling none of us can deny.
None but Adrian. It's exactly the kind of thing I knew I could expect from him as her alpha.
Her Heat starting was entirely sudden and unexpected.
Being so close to her Drop and the emotional upheaval she experienced, still spattered with bruises and scrapes leaves me uneasy and on edge, knowing she isn't properly healed and recovered.
Luckily, she's been assumedly unaffected and numb to the physical reminders, more concerned with feeding her need and desire to have us close.
I know, without a doubt, the reason her Heat was triggered is due to the fact her inner omega finally felt safe with Adrian and his primal.
For weeks, now, with her declining Heat spikes, my building suspicions were only confirmed.
She needed to feel safe in his presence.
Between their primals falling into a Drop and Hold after the incident, their recognition bond slipping into place, and the extreme depths of attention he put into her care, it makes complete sense that her Heat would follow after weeks of longing for her final mate.
The added detriment of her heightened emotions and hormones certainly didn't help matters.
I feel woefully unprepared in not having everything she could need and a perfect, cozy nest for her for her first Heat.
Fortunately, neither her nor her inner omega even seem to notice or care, which is unexpected but a relief.
Our pheromones, touch, and devoted attention seem to be enough to keep her satisfied.
And having Adrian's help with food and the resort is a huge blessing.
She'd had a few moments of lucidity when her Heat first started.
Enough for me to pull quick answers out of her regarding her boundaries and things that were off-limits, as well as the things she liked and enjoyed that we simply hadn't had the chance to learn about her yet.
In those moments, I was sure to adorn her with kisses and praise in an effort to assure her we would take care of her during the most vulnerable time of her life thus far.
The nerves or fear I expected to feel radiating down the bond from her first Heat simply wasn't there.
Instead, I had felt her trust and unconditional love for me.
For us. Trust that her mates would care for and worship her, keeping her healthy and safe.
With the other two passed out and trying to grab rest while they can, this moment is just my omega and me.
Even after the two days of nonstop begging and taking our knots, she's still insatiable.
Insatiable and devastatingly beautiful. We're coated and drenched in a mixture of her slick and any combination of our come.
Her body's natural lubricant makes it easier, but even now, her cunt squeezes the life from my dick as I fuck hard and slow into her.
I can tell by the look in her eye that the haze has lifted slightly, but she is still being led mostly by her instincts and her inner primal. "Knot."
I chuckle, damn near out of breath from going at it like this for so long.
Little princess has barely broken a sweat, surrounded by pillows, ready to take what we give.
I love those cute little commands, like she's the one in charge.
Little does she truly know, she absolutely is.
We'd each die to do her bidding. "You want daddy's knot, omega?
" Her head moves frantically in agreement, hands pulling at the ties at her wrists, binding her hands together, above her head. "Yeah? Need daddy's come?"
I slow my thrusts to a painfully slow pace, savoring the feeling of her body, her pleasure zipping through the bond and telling me just how content and turned on she is.
Her legs rest over my arms, knees bent over my elbows.
Every deep push into her, my knot hits her lower lips, those perfect tits moving with the force.
I've learned so much more about her body and what she responds to over the last couple of days.
It's my pleasure and honor to give her everything and more.
And the discovery of just how desperately she likes to be daddy's little girl?
It's unlocked something in both of us, our exploration and playing only growing in satisfaction.
It's no secret that I love worshipping and showering her with praise, love calling her my good girl, watching goosebumps ignite on her bare skin.
But, having her call me daddy? I groan just at the thought, biting my lip to keep from spilling.
I never really thought of myself as being into DDLG, or anything close to it.
Never have in the past with previous partners.
But seeing her so easily submissive, so trusting, and vulnerable brings my instincts raging to the surface, especially with a rut dancing on the horizon from her potent scent calling to my primal.
She's my perfect, sweet, shy little girl.
Watching my glistening, slick-soaked cock disappear inside her beautifully swollen pussy, stretched to take me, is mesmerizing. The sight will be seared into my brain if I'm lucky. Her body tenses, breathing changing, as she whimpers and begs. "Please, please. Alpha…”
"That's my babygirl. Look at you taking me so well. Want to be a good girl for me?"
She nods enthusiastically, thighs a shaking mess.
Fuck, I can't resist. Leaning down, I rest one arm next to her head, the other holding her leg wrapped around me.
On instinct, our lips connect in a messy, uncoordinated joining.
A hint of her own taste still lingers on her tongue from when I spilled her pooled come into her mouth from my own after devouring her.
I groan, speeding my thrusts, the need to please, provide, and care for her, the need to feel her lock around my knot driving my alpha to rut harder and faster.
"Fuck, baby. Come on my cock, sweetheart, and you can have all of me," I growl, voice rough.
Tilting her hips slightly, I slam into the magic spot that drives her over the edge every time.
"That's it," I praise. I can feel her getting tighter, her inner walls seeking my knot, mouth open and eyes glassy.
She's just on the cusp of coming, falling over that edge into ecstasy.
"That's my good girl…good…fucking…girl," I groan as she comes, a fresh wave of her perfume and slick dominating my senses.
I'm unable to stop my eyes from closing at the overwhelming sensation.
The heat of her cunt would forever be my weakness.
Riding her through the peak, my hips snap, hands holding and guiding her. I'm so fucking close. "Come on, babygirl. Tell daddy you deserve his come. How much you deserve to be fucked and bred with my cock."
Her pupils grow, eyes going dark, even as a new pretty shade of red tints her cheeks. Heavy with lust, she eyes me, gaze darting lower to watch me pump in and out of her, the mess of slick and come dripping out more with every thrust. Shyly, she looks back up for guidance.
"You can do it, baby. Tell daddy how much you deserve it. How much you need it." I can feel the zip of lightning at the base of my spine circling, about to strike. "Fuck." The sound comes out breathless and a little too close to a whimper. "Please, baby? Let me hear it?"
Finally, as her own pleasure rises again, higher with every thrust, she whispers the words, begging for me.
"You have every part of me," I groan. I slam home, my knot locking in place along her inner wall. My come fills her, the action triggering a second orgasm more powerful than the first.
Her moans and sighs turn into a wild yell loud enough to stir awake the others, head thrown back and that pretty neck with my mark on full display.
The haze of desire pushes me to keep going, keep rocking my knot into her as best I can while we're joined together.
Riding out our euphoria together, we finally find reality, the nest walls coming back into view.
Using one hand to free her wrists, I support my weight with the other, lips trailing and nipping at her long-healed bond mark I claimed her with.
The material of the tie falls to the side softly, our arms immediately finding home in one another like each of our hearts is magnetic, seeking to be as near as the barrier of skin and bone will allow.
Soft hands grip my neck and upper back, our lips sensually and slowly meeting again and again, breath mingling between us. "Love you." My omega's sweet voice whispering in my ear pulls my attention back to see her eyes are clear enough that I realize she is lucid for the time being.
"I love you, sweetheart. You're doing so well for us.
Such a sweet, perfect girl for your alphas.
I'm so proud of you." I will always take care of her primal, her omega.
That should be obvious. It's just as much a part of her.
But the moments in between, just like this, when I know her omega is in the backseat, are the moments I need and crave; knowing she's with me, really present with me during her Heat.
"There's our girl," Sage adds, pushing his way from across the bed in between us.
Sighing, I pull back, loosening my hold on her enough so that my packmates can join us.
In the movement, my knot slips free, her Heat pheromones affecting the duration our knots stay inflated.
I've never experienced it, seeing as this is my first time participating in a Heat myself, but teachings agree that my omega's biology is affecting each of ours, shortening the time between knottings, rooted back to ensuring a higher success rate of pregnancy.
Sage scoots directly to her side, brushing her sweat-dampened strands back.
"Thank you for taking such good care of me." Her words are a hoarse whisper as she looks between us, Everette now poking his head into our puppy pile with a smile.
"Always, sweet girl. Forever," Ever winks.
“Well… Speaking of forever…”