Page 78 of Feral Creed
I start to say something, but then I don’t say it. I just eat.
Arrow and Knight eat, too.
Eventually, I decide I’m going to go after Calix. I don’t know what I’m going to say, but—of all of us—I think I’ve probably had the most experience with talking to people about how to accept things that are out of our control. I was a priest, after all. I’ve spent a lot of time contemplating the classic quandary of why a loving God allows us to suffer.
But when I do, he’s not in the living room.
He’s with Lotus, in bed with her, feeding her, literally putting the fork into her mouth and encouraging her to chew.
“A little more, sweetheart,” he’s whispering to her, his voice tender. He’s in fucking love with her. We all are.
Why, though?
I sit down on the edge of the bed.
Lotus chews. She’s beautiful and nude, and I’ve never seen a pair of breasts that I liked more than hers. My cock throbs as I stare at her curves and her bare skin. I want to fuck her.
She feels it through the bond and gives me a little smile, her scent rising in response. She swallows what she was chewing and eyes me.
“You’re making it harder for her to eat,” says Calix, eyes on our omega.
“I’m sorry, Striker,” whispers Lotus. “I didn’t mean to go into heat.”
“It’s not your fault, sweet girl,” I whisper back. “No one blames you.”
“One more bite, baby,” says Calix.
She shakes her head. “No, I’m not hungry. I just want…” She wriggles, her scent getting more intense. She gets up on all fours and crawls over to me.
I gasp as she pounces on me, taking my cock into her mouth and practically swallowing me. “Fuck, baby girl,” I mutter, stroking the back of her head as she sucks me. “Fuck, that’s good.”
She moans as her head bobs on me.
Calix sets the food down on the floor and comes over, freeing his cock from his pants. He arranges her, pulling her hips up, and he holds the head of his dick between his thumb and forefinger to line them up with her pussy. Then he pushes into her.
She moans again, around my dick, sucking me hard.
Calix and I share her, like that, me in her mouth, Calix in her pussy. He and I look at each other as we fuck her together.
She’s enthusiastic, her scent bright and threaded full of goodness as it goes on and on. When we come, she comes, too.
At this point, Arrow and Knight have come into the room.
Calix hasn’t knotted her, and I look at him, and I say, “If you want to go, go.”
He laughs. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I don’t know what this is, what it means to be what we are—a pack, life-bonded, whatever. But I do know that if you really want to go, we’ll have to find a way to make that happen. No one should be forced into this and definitely not forced into sex.”
Calix pulls out of her.
Lotus’s mouth isn’t on me right now. She looks up at me. “What about me?” she says. “What about me, can I get out of this if I want? Can I go?”
I look up at the ceiling, a bitterness filling me.
“Let’s break her heat,” says Calix in a dull voice.
“Can you do that?” says Lotus, collapsing into me.
