9. Everette
Everette
"Bite. Bite, alpha."
Opaline's whines and begging physically pain me.
Every desperate plea raises the tides of nausea twisting and turning in my stomach.
Each time she releases another pathetic whimper of need, a part of me wants to collapse to my knees before her and present the end of my nonexistent leash for some perplexing reason.
My teeth burn and ache to sink into her skin, but I can't when she's under the haze.
I need her with me, fully present and in the moment.
I've dreamed of the day I could claim my omega for as long as I can remember.
I want the moment to be special, perfect, and something she remembers fondly until we grow old.
She deserves so much, has had so many moments stolen from her.
I can make sure she gets the claiming she's worthy of.
My teeth grind in frustration as I forcedly create distance between my teeth and the exact spot I want them to sink into.
Repositioning, I grip her hips harder and keep pushing into her in hopes that the more blissed out she is, the more she'll forget about claimings and bites.
She lies before me, hair a messy dark red halo against her flushed, hot skin, glowing green eyes the epitome of a well-pleasured omega.
And yet, due to her Heat, she's insatiable and needy for more.
Sage lies at her side, tongue and fingers tending to her nipples as she grips his black hair, arching into his touch.
God, I love watching the little jiggle of her tits and lower stomach when I fuck into her hard enough.
The inexplicable urge to bury my face into the soft flesh and…
lick, is so strong I can practically feel and taste her soft belly on my tongue. So perfect. So mine.
Groans, heavy breathing, and the sounds of her wet, swollen pussy being thoroughly indulged are the symphony between the nest walls.
Calder steps over from the front of the nest, where he was downing a bottled protein shake and some green juice.
"Is our omega being naughty? Antagonizing and cruelly teasing her unbonded?
Huh?" he asks, dropping to his knees next to her and slipping a soft hand through the strands on her forehead, pushing them back.
She shakes her head, half listening. Humming, he adds, "Maybe it's time we give you something to keep that bad-girl mouth busy?
" Eyes glazed, she looks to him and slyly smiles, hand reaching for his cock that's perpetually hard.
"Take that as a yes," I chuckle, the noise morphing into a moan as she clamps down on me harder.
"Fuck." Sage laps at her clit as I fuck her, causing her cunt to try to pull my cock and knot into her, to lock into place.
A string of curses spills from my lips as I watch his mouth and tongue urging her towards another climax, at the same time I'm moving in tandem.
My hips slow, taking in the image: my glistening cock sliding in and out of her sensitive, swollen entrance, leaking slick.
I release a breathy moan, fighting my primal's impulse to fuck hard and deep.
With each thrust, his tongue comes dangerously close to my cock, and I'm so high on her pheromones and turned on, the fantasy of it slipping a little too far and adding to the sensation comes all too easily.
The part of my brain normally pure enough to realize I shouldn't be fantasizing about such things has an 'out of office' sign swinging.
The image goes fuzzy, my brain quickly drifting and drafting a new image… Adrian.
The desperation with which I very much wish it were Adrian tonguing her brings an entirely new level of heat to my body, despite its current predicament.
The thought of his tongue accidentally hitting my cock is too much.
The newest groan I release should be embarrassing, but I'm too gone to really care. What if it weren't an accident, though?
The entire scenario plays like a movie behind my eyelids, vivid and realistic.
To the others, it would be an accident, maybe.
The thrill of it being our secret as he tongues both her clit and my cock as the others please and meet her other needs, so close by.
That cocky, dominating look in his eye as he pauses to reach my gaze.
"Oh, god. Oh, fuck." I fight the urge to twist my fingers into Sage's hair, fire licking my spine.
What if it weren't a secret, weren't an accident? What if…we were together, openly in front of them? Suddenly, Adrian's suntanned, rough hands trace my skin, cock dripping with our omega's slick, prodding my entrance. “Unngg, yes.”
I've craved him since our encounter last night.
Fuck, his cock was big. I didn't need my hands to confirm as much.
We nearly crossed an entirely new line, and it was cut short before anything could even happen.
I was seconds away from dipping my hand into his boxers so greedy at the opportunity glowing before me.
I'm a panting mess with her squeezing the life out of me, imagining Adrian fucking into me from behind, controlling all of our orgasms: his, hers, and mine.
With my eyes closed, I can nearly feel it, feel his cock stretching and filling me, pushing me into her hot cunt with every deep, brutal thrust.
By the time my eyes open and I come back into the room, I can't even say how long we've been collectively in this position.
"I'm not—shit. I can't hold back much longer.
" Opaline's sucking Calder's dick as deep as she can get, both of them groaning.
"Give your alphas one more, babygirl. Use that naughty girl mouth of yours right, and I'll fill that belly with daddy's come, yeah?
" Whimpering and whining, she speeds up her efforts, pushing Calder to his climax.
Within seconds, her pussy pulses around me, sending me flying into my own orgasm as I shove my knot into her inner nesting spot.
Our collective come spills out between us as Sage licks her through it, focusing on her little sensitive nub.
Our omega brings our pack lead to his knees, metaphorically, his hand in her hair, holding it back as she tries her damnedest to suck him dry.
"Fuck princess," Sage groans, half delirious, words slurred. He doesn't even manage to roll to the side before he passes out on her stomach, earning a snort from Calder as he settles to her side.
My hands fly out to my sides, because what the fuck? "I can't stay like this. My legs are going to cramp," I whisper aggressively.
A quick glance tells me Opaline is passed out again, too, finally. Thank god. We each need the time to recoup. Calder makes himself more comfortable, sporting an amused grin as he lies down.
"Seriously? You're not even going to help? Some lead you are," I grumble quietly. Sighing, I pick up Sage's bowling ball of a head the best I can from this position and move him so I can gather Opaline against me and gently maneuver us so she's on my chest, effectively stealing her from the others.
Each of their light, steady breaths lulls me towards a gentle darkness, sleep taking me as well. My last thought is simply how beautiful my life has become.