“Swallow it,” Jackal ordered, staring down at me. “Be a good little omega and swallow it all.”
I did. Neither of us wanted the canvas to get messy.
“That’s it,” Jackal crooned, running a hand over my hair which was glued together with paint. “Every last drop. Right down your pretty little throat.”
After I obeyed, he pulled out of my mouth and kissed me, his tongue fiercely lashing against my own and swiping across remaining threads of cum.
Raine was next, and he laid me on my back, with my thighs pressed to my chest so everyone could see what my alpha was about to use.
And he used it.
The sheet bunched and wrinkled under my back each time Raine rammed his hips into me. Beads of paint leapt into the air each time our bodies met, spattering him with a dusting of color along his torso. I moved my hips and gripped the back of my knees so that Raine could use me any way he desired.
He pressed his forehead to mine and I let go of my legs to wrap my arms around him and hold on. I hooked my knees onto his shoulders. I felt fragile and compact in this position. Easily malleable and fun to use.
“Don’t stop,” I said to him, and he was probably the only one who heard. “I want to come.”
Raine grinned, but sped up his hips, his pleasure outpacing mine. He aura flared as pulled out suddenly and without even needing to be told, I opened my mouth to accept his load.
He straddled my thighs and he cupped the back of my head with his palms. With my feet practically next to my ears, I sucked Raine until he threw his head back and I felt his hot, sticky seed fill my mouth and flow down my throat.
When his tremors finally settled down, he lay my head gingerly back down on the canvas, but otherwise abandoned me.
I lay there, alone and shivering, sticky and flakey from layers of environmentally safe paint trying to dry on my ever-moving body. Dozens of eyes were watching me like I was some zoo animal. Achy, but still buzzing from lack of satisfaction, I rolled onto my stomach. I was vaguely aware of what was next, just not the specifics.
Athame was next.
Athame was the finale.
I sensed my pack-lead before I saw her. She walked into the space naked except for a golden dual-penetration dildo strapped on. I immediately started panting with excitement at the sight and I propped myself up on my knees.
She stopped inches in front of me and gazed at me. “Look at you. You made such a pretty canvas. I think it’s time for me to leave my signature on this stunning work of art.”
My scent burst with ecstasy at her seductive, but overwhelmingly kind words.Iwas work of art?
Athame wrapped a rope of my sticky paint-soaked hair around her finger. “Down girl.”
I lay down on my back and she wedged her hips between my thighs. Her slender, crafty hands cupped my sex and she leaned down and kissed me. A fresh flow of slick dripped from me, only to be collected by Athame. She broke the kiss and gripped the toy, running her wet hand against one organ, then the smaller one underneath. The paint left streaks of rainbow on the golden toy.
“Gotta get nice and wet,” she purred. “I don’t want to hurt my little omega.”
I chewed my lip and slowly shook my head. No, we didn’t want to hurt me.
She knelt, and grabbed me behind the knees, pulling my ass onto her lap. Slowly, she pushed into me, invading both openings at once.
My back arched and once again I grabbed the sheet. I pulled it to my chest like I was trying to wrap myself in a blanket. Athame thrust and I locked my legs around her waist.
“Yes, alpha,” I gasped. “More.”
My beautiful, sultry pack lead leaned over me, her hard nipples teasing mine, the softness of her breasts pressing against my own. She kissed me between the brows as she bucked her hips, running me raw with this toy.
“Fuck,” I moaned. “Alpha. My beautiful alpha. Fuck me.”
My ears started ringing and a buzzing grew inside my skull. Athame put a hand on my belly and simply flicked my clitoris with her thumb.
And I did more than exploded. I lost all sense of reality.
It had only been three days, but it felt like I had been with the Ostray pack for my entire life. From behind, Athame wrapped her svelte arms around me and leaned me back into her chest as Jackal and Raine each balanced on a step ladder.
