Raine was the most gentle, even loving, of the three. He rocked slow and deep against me, and came quietly, his knot practically cuddling up in the den that my body provided. He released his bite and dragged his forehead into my hair, marking me and picking up my scent.
Athame threw her head back and hollered with a snarl as her juices splashed across my tongue with her climax. Exhausted, her legs folded under her and she collapsed onto the bed. She kissed me, deep and with affection. She cradled my cheeks in her hands and gazed at me.
“Such a good little omega. Wait until everyone sees you.”
Chapter 4
I could hear theclamor downstairs as I got ready for my big debut.
“Nervous?” Raine asked.
“No.”
“I like hearing that. Let’s go.”
Raine kissed me, the stud embedded in his tongue tickling my own. I nibbled his bottom lip, bit down on it, smiled and let go. He draped a sheet over me like a death shroud and all I could see was white.
He led me slowly down the stairs from the apartment into the shop.
“We’re so glad you all could make it,” Athame said. “Raine, Jackal and I have had this party planned ever since we formed a pack. We fantasized that one day, we would have an omega to show off to the world.”
Raine brought me to a stop next to Athame. I smelled Jackal as he crossed my path where I stood. Then, the two men took the sheet by a corner and whisked it off me and lay it on the ground.
Without the sheet, I was completely naked. Arms down at my sides, I squeezed my thighs together to keep the slick from dripping down. I hadn’t realized there would be so many people.
Pins and Nettleswas practically packed wall to wall with the most avant-garde, grungy, alternative scenesters and kinksters known in the Port Haven underground. Athame was holding an event, word of mouth and only the most connected knew about it. There was an assortment of wines and appetizers paraded around on trays made of hub caps and yield signs.
Chicken wire had been erected to keep the party away from the tattooing area. Displayed on the other side of the chicken wire were selections of Ostray pack art, including my own.
The hors d'oeuvres were replaced by brushes and buckets filled with eco-friendly, non-toxic paint. I knew what would happen next. It had been Jackal's idea but we had all fallen in love with it.
“Get on the canvas, Caira,” Athame said.
I did as I was told.
“Everyone gets one chance to paint on our beautiful omega,” Athame instructed the crowd. “We want to see the art she can truly be.”
Armed with different types of paint brushes in hand, of all shapes and sizes, the guests formed a line.
“Do our friends have permission to paint you, Caira?” Athame asked.
I nodded, looking over the crowd. I suppressed a shudder of excitement at the idea of all those hands touching me. I never really considered myself an exhibitionist, but right now, I felt more like an art project, which I was fine with. “They do.”
“Then, you may begin,” Athame said.
One by one our party guests came up to me, armed with very basic art supplies. Paint-covered bristles smoothed across my skin in waves and patterns. A cushioned roller across my belly, adelicate fan brush swirling around my nipple. Marbled droplets of multicolored pigment mixing with my slick as it all ran down my body. Someone blew glitter on me. Someone else threw their entire bucket of neon pink paint that splattered across my chest and stomach. I was enrobed in gold and blue and purple as my pack mates poured paint onto my shoulders.
Fingers swiped and weaved, cutting paths of skin through floods of color. A delicate brush tickled my clitoris. Jackal was the first to kiss me and I moaned against his tongue. He pushed me down and I knelt in the technicolored puddle of uninhibited creativity. Then he got me on my hands, painted ass in the air.
He fucked me, and I slipped a little on the drop-cloth nearly every time he thrust deep into me. I dropped onto my elbows, and gathered the sticky, spattered sheet in my fist, in my teeth, and stifled my cries and watched the guests watch me.
It was quick, and he didn’t let me take his knot, no matter how much I asked.
He pulled out, and that left me shivering. I was so close to the edge.
“Turn around.”
I did, on all fours, leaving behind a vortex in the paint. He put himself down my throat, held my head, and moved my body back and forth until he came with a groan that took up all the oxygen in the room.
