“Oh fuck,” Halo said in awe. At the sight, Severen gripped the chair and came with a roar, and I sensed, distantly, Rowan’s amazement. Everyone’s reactions served as a staticy feedback loop in our auras, the connection stronger than it had ever been until this moment. There I trembled in the chair, pinned by Crux’s knot, and every nerve in my body screaming as I came harder than I had in my entire life.
If I could do this, I could do anything.
Severen pulled out, and I could barely whimper around the knot in my mouth. My pussy flexed, aching for attention.
Halo came to the rescue, in ways only she could.
“Rowan,” she said. “Keep stroking her, like this.”
I felt Halo’s delicate, slender fingers confidently guide Rowan’s strokes, mimicking what she was doing moments ago. I could only see her shadow as she left my nestroom.
When she returned, she made a point to walk into my line of sight, and I saw the toy strapped around her hips. A large, but not absurd vibrating double ended dildo, sculpted to look realistic. I purred in anticipation, and Crux swore at the pleasure that sent up his dick, through his knot and along his spine. Any softness his knot might have managed went away and was now as hard as ever.
“Okay, boys, this is just me and Skye time. Go plan dinner or something. Crux, close your eyes.”
Halo’s job did require people to look at her, objectify her, but heat with me was sacred, and not to be drooled over by our pack.
Though I couldn’t see it, I could sense she lowered herself to her knees.
Every omega knows that the pinnacle of pleasure is to be knotted up by their bonded alpha. It’s what every omega needs, what they crave, it’s perfection. I don’t disagree, but second to that, I really, really enjoyed being eaten out. It was tender and vulnerable in a way most other sex wasn’t, at least for me. And Halo was an expert. The instant her tongue touched me, my eyes rolled back and closed as I just let myself feel the sensations.
I hummed and moaned, my throat flexing and trilling and swallowing around Crux’s knot, making it impossible for him to escape me. I rolled my hips against Halo’s mouth and tongue, fucking her in return as she pleasured me. The heat within grew and grew, the pressure rising like the inside of a volcano, building until the inevitable cataclysm. My hips jumped off the chair as I came violently, body spasming, throat constricting like a snake around Crux, causing him to scream in what I hoped was pleasure, even if it was painful.
I panted, but Halo didn’t let me rest. I didn’t want to rest. I needed to be fucked. She slid along my body, her perfect, famous breasts squishing against mine. She hiked my left leg up, hooking my knee over her shoulder and touched the vibrating, twisting, ribbed sex toy to my opening.
“You’re so beautiful, Skye,” she told me, and pushed her hips forward, working the toy into me.
I would have thrown my head back if I could, but Crux kept me in place. Halo rocked her sexy hips in a dance, making sure I felt every pulse, every twist, and every buzz of the toy that was just for us.
She sucked my nipples, her tongue circling, her teeth nipping, and I felt so beautiful as she did, like some sort of nature goddess or a nymph or something. She ran her tongue up my engorged throat, and I knew Crux could feel it. Her tongue went to the lobe of my ear where she whispered words meant only for me.
“I’m so proud of you. Look how far you’ve come, how strong you are. Look what your body can do. You’re so amazing my beautiful little omega.”
Halo could have fucked me non-stop for a thousand years and I wouldn’t have been as aroused, or felt as loved as those words made me. I came, and when I did it was sudden, unexpected and took all my senses, including my consciousness.
When I woke, I was curled up in my chair and swaddled in my favourite white blanket. My throat was raw but in a good way. It seemed for now I had hit a lull in the heat cycle and took a nap. Movement caught my eye. It was Crux, laying in my nest, naked.
“You’re awake,” he said when he noticed me.
“Where is everyone?” I uncurled from the chair and my foot ended up nudging Rowan, who was sitting on the floor by my chair.
“Sorry,” Rowan scrambled out from underfoot and stood up. He was in his boxer briefs.
“Getting food,” Crux sat up. “How are you feeling?”
The question only reminded my body of the state it was in, what time it was, what I craved. Instead of words, I startedto pant, and I could feel my blood, my skin run hot, and the volcanic ache within begin to erupt.
“Help–”
Rowan picked me up out of the chair and carried me the short distance to the bed where Crux wrapped me in his arms.
“We got you, bluebird.”
I kissed him like I was starving, then turned my head to kiss Rowan, who was behind me. The three of us were a tangle, and my panting shot hot breath into their possessive alpha growling. But, there was something that I wanted.
“Wait,” I managed to pull away from them. They stared at me, their eyes dark but electric with desire for my slick omega pussy. I knew it wasn’t my heat that was making my cheeks scalding hot, but my desires. I forced myself to keep my wits long enough to tell them what I wanted.
Maybe Crux read my thoughts through the bond because he asked, “What do you want, Skye?”
