Athame lay over me. I savored the sensation of her breasts resting against mine. The softness. The plushness. The nearly invasive prodding of her stiff nipples on the round swell of my own chest. She shifted, and the red bud of her nipples teased mine, tracing the contours of my areolas as she artfully swayed her body.
I dared to touch her, my palms going to the small of her back, then gliding down to the curve of her ass. I cradled, and I squeezed. Her eyes turned dark with lust and she kissed me. Her blonde curls fell all around us, shielding us from the world beyond, even from her packmates. Her hair was soaked in her nutty, vanilla scent. I took a deep breath, bringing it within me and letting it fill my senses.
She kissed down my neck, once more biting into the collar. This time, she allowed her inner alpha to take over, and her teeth sank through the collar as if the supple leather was just a soft cheese. She bit the collar off, and I was free of it.
Athame rose off my body and crawled, dragging her lean torso across my lips and tongue. I nipped at her navel, and then got lost in a haze of her as she rubbed her pussy against my mouth.
My tongue plunged up and into her with a moan, as Raine’s own mouth latched between my legs. The only reason I knew it was Raine was because I could smell Jackal to my left. He took my hand, ran his tongue across my palm from wrist to fingertips, and wrapped my fist around his cock. I started stroking.
The length and stiffness of it was a delight. My palm luxuriated in its journey back and forth. How I could flick his piercing with my thumb and hear him —sense him— gasp.
Above me, Athame was a five star meal, coating my tongue and setting fire to each of my taste buds. I couldn’t imagine tasting anything more delicious than her for the rest of my life. Luckily, it seemed this would be exactly that; the rest of my life.
For the pack’s sake, I hoped I tasted half as delectable as Athame did. Raine had no hesitation, and his tongue, lips and jaw worked me with a frenzy. He had dove for me, and meant to devour me, licking up my incessant rivulets of slick just as quick as they flowed out.
I moaned into Athame, closing my mouth on her and sucking at her pussy lips. I ran my tongue over them again and again. She shifted and her clit rolled across my lips. I trapped it, and sucked. She threw her head back with a cry.
My hand glided over Jackal’s knot, fingers splaying over the round surface. My core flipped, eager to feel that knot locking us together.
Raine rubbed some drool and slick against my crack, and slid a finger into me easily. I moaned up into Athame, who echoed me. I turned my head to break for air and said “Fuck me!”
Athame got off me and stood on the bed. She grabbed my hair and pulled me to my knees,
Breaking me away from Raine. I looked up at her. I was panting, dripping slick all over the bedspread.
“Bite me,” I said in a gasp. The words, and the tone I said them in, flew in the face of what I said earlier about not begging. “Bite me,” I said again. “Please, alpha. Make me yours.”
My begging made Athame smile. She got on her knees in front of me, and slid her fingers into my mouth. I sucked them, my tongue dancing around them until she pulled them free, all wet and slippery. She plunged her fingers inside me.
I threw my head back, and Athame gripped my hair again, keeping my head in that strained position as she pistoned her fingers in and out of me. Her warm lips and hot tongue traced my throat, my jugular, my jaw. My universe exploded when she bit down.
Instantly, I was more than just myself. I could feel further than my own being. I could feel a light presence spreading through my body. It started at my neck and raced through every single cell that I was made of, and it hummed one thing.
Athame.
Then, she let go.
I was tackled from the right and flopped onto the bed, Jackal’s heavy weight smothering my body. I cried out as he pressed his hard, thick cock into my pussy. He bit down on my neck, taking a hunk of flesh into his mouth as he pumped his dick furiously into me. I felt him like a sunburn, heat and tension crackling through me; his energy morphed, burrowing under resown earth and emerging as new growth, something entirely new and all-encompassing.
I bucked my hips against him, wanting more.
Athame rubbed my clit as Jackal barreled into me over and over, his teeth still in my skin.
Raine cradled the top of my head and I had no choice but to let him push his cock past my lips and down my throat. Heand Jackal both held my head still as he thrust into my mouth rhythmically. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t see. I could only hear the thrashing metal music, the grunts of my pack, and the violent squeaking of the bed.
With a feral growl, Jackal finally released me from his jaws, and let go of my head. He rolled so I was on top of him. He forced me down and thrust up deep into me and I lost my mind as he unloaded, his knot swelling as he took up all my space and locked into me.
Shadows flickered as Athame crawled around in my periphery.
The weight of the bed shifted, Raine’s wet hand spread me open. Jackal’s expansive knot kept me from moving, Athame stood in front of me and drew my face between her legs. Raine pushed into me from behind. My moan was stifled by Athame’s sweet, satiny pussy. I was pinned in place by Jackal’s knot, and Raine had all the leverage he needed to push fully into me. My insides molded around both men.
Raine leaned forward, his chest pressed against my back. His hot breath brushed my ear each time he panted.
“That’s a good little omega,” he purred. “Lick your beautiful alpha mistress.”
I did as I was ordered with an enthusiastic moan. Raine brushed my hair off my shoulder and kissed my neck. I whimpered with anticipation. Then he bit me.
Raine’s energy flooded my aura, bathed my skin, mingled with the presences of Athame and Jackal. The three of them were a part of me, tied up, woven in, stitched together; a thread that wouldn’t fray.
