Rounding the couch, Nolan held his semi-soft cock in front of Oswald’s face and he swallowed it down, lapping my taste off of him.“You two taste so fucking good together,”Oswald’s voice came through mentally and I hummed.
“I bet we do,” Nolan responded in a low purr, proving he could communicate telepathically with Ozzy too. Through our newly formed bond I sensed him push down his sense of panic over it and enjoy the moment instead. “When you’re done knotting your sweet Omega, I plan on lapping up the taste of you two from her.”
My pussy clenched and I moaned, a little annoyed by how much I needed a knot. Being a slave to my impulses was something I’d tried to avoid for years, and now that I’d had a taste… well, I couldn’t resist the impulses any longer. Not even when I wasn’t in heat.
Oswald slurped on Nolan’s cock until our mate was hard again, fucking his mouth as I scissored open his asshole. His cock was dripping down onto the couch by the time Nolan pulled away and came to position us differently.
“Sit on my lap, Ozzy,” Nolan commanded, sitting down on the couch with his legs spread wide. “Facing outward.”
I stayed on the couch, sitting back and stroking myself as I watched them. Oswald was a fucking pro at taking Nolan’s cock in his ass, barely needing to adjust to his length or girth as he sank down. He bounced up and down a couple times before Nolan grabbed his arms and pulled him back, so he was lying on top of him.
“Climb onto his cock, Freya. Face to face.”
Looking at the men incredulously, I straddled Ozzy and sank down onto his cock until the knot ground against my clit. I had no leverage to ride him, my feet in a weird position, and I was about to ask what the plan was when a rough thrust damn near forced his knot inside me.
Oswald’s eyes were closed, his arms braced behind him, and I looked around him to Nolan. He was grinning, his hands holding Ozzy’s ass.
A normal man wouldn’t have been able to hold that much weight up. Occasionally I forgot I was working with vampires here, but these moments reminded me.
Another sharp thrust and Oswald was gritting his teeth. Not from pain — I would be able to feel pain through the bond. All I got from him was pleasure and a desperate need to avoid a premature orgasm. I couldn’t imagine the punishment he would get from Nolan if he came before he was allowed to not once, but twice in the same session.
Then again, we were giving him a fuck ton of stimulation. Could we blame him?
Holding onto Oswald’s shoulders I let Nolan thrust up into him, his movement having a ricochet effect through me too. We were a train of moans and grunts, a sheen of sweat forming on Nolan’s skin as he exerted himself. When I felt myself closing in on an orgasm, I tried to speak directly to Nolan through our bond, unsure if I could exclude Ozzy from the conversation, but wanting to.
“Can I take his knot? He’s going to come when I do.”
“I love it when he disobeys me,”Nolan said mentally, surging up to suck a hickey into Oswald’s shoulder.“Make him come for us.”
I dug my fingers into Oswald as I met the next thrust by grounding down onto him. The abrupt entrance of his knot stung a little, but was the kind of pleasurable discomfort I enjoyed immensely. At the sensation of his knot pressing against my g-spot I threw my head back and came, my slick dripping from my cunt.
His expression twisted and his knuckles went white as he clutched behind him, but as expected he couldn’t hold back. With a shout he spilled in me, his previously passive hips slamming back and forth.
Nolan’s pleasure washed through the bond next, his rough thrusts stuttering as he groaned.
With Oswald’s knot locked in me we all relaxed onto the couch, all our weight on Nolan. The vampire was filled with a sense of peace despite one extremely large man and a woman on top of him. Or maybe because of it. For the moment, he’d put aside his worries about the mental link, and we stayed like that for far longer than we should have, trying to forget the world for just long enough to reset our minds.
I couldn’t say it worked, but it certainly helped.
THIRTY-TWO
Freya
With four of us in an enclosed space with not much to do, unrolling the scroll Joanne had given me became quite the event.
The paper crinkled and smelled of dust, the soft pulse of magic coming from it as it strained to keep the document in one piece. When I had it flat on the coffee table with weights holding down each corner, I stared at the words.
Latvian. It was one of the oldest and most common languages for witches, so it made sense. My history knowledge hadn’t been brushed up in a while, but my understanding was that the language existed before the Nulls documented its first use.
“Can you read that?” Nolan asked, squinting at the paper.
I rolled my eyes. “Obviously. This is the language I use for spells.”
Skimming the contents of the page, I began to see what Joanne had meant by it being malicious depending on the eye of the beholder. It gave details on how to do horrendous things, using the magic to essentially create slaves. I would be doing the same thing to Grey, but it would be a short-term deception and not nearly as complete as these instructions detailed.
“Are you going to tell us what it says?” Nolan piped up again.
Shaking my head, I cocked an eyebrow at him. “If I say half this shit out loud, I’ll be casting a spell. If you’d like me to steal and manipulate your memories, I can do that for you, but I don’t think you’ll like it, killer.”
