“She’s wet,” Tarn growled. “I’ll tease her a bit with the tip, see if it brings her back.” But when he positioned his cock at her entrance, he stopped. He bumped his hips, and utter confusion shone from his face.
“What in the Goddess’s hells?” His eyes met mine. “She’s closed. Like she was before.” He parted her folds so we could see the opening that allowed her slick to drip slowly out but was far too small to admit even a finger.
Vali was the only Omega, so every discovery about her nature was new. This was not a welcome one. Would the Goddess close our mate’s womb to us? Was She that displeased? I moved to hold Vali’s arms gently before she hurt herself with her thrashing. Axe did the same to her legs. “We’ll have to convince her,” I gritted out, my cock pulsing, already dripping onto the sheets. “Convince her this is her nest, that it’s safe.”
She made a garbled sound that might have been a curse and bared her teeth at me.
“No, little minx,” I purred into her ear. “I’m not letting go. I’m going to hold you, and rub you, and so are all your mates. We made you a nest, a special one. Axe’s nest, with so many blankets and pillows, and all of us in it, and our clothes. Smell that, Omega. Smell your mates.”
She snarled and pulled a hand free, aiming her small nails at my face.
“Naughty girl,” Vilkurn purred, and caught that hand, tying it to one of the bedposts with a butter-soft leather cuff attached to a long silken scarf. In less than a minute, he had tied both wrists and both legs.
“What are you doing?” I stopped purring long enough to see the concerned expressions on the other faces that surrounded me. “You can’t tie her up, Vil.” I had tried to take her choice from her once before, soon after we had met, and it was the greatest shame of my life. I wouldn’t stand for anyone repeating my mistake. Or worse.
“We won’t take her unless she asks for it, Rigol,” he said patiently. “Our girl will surface and give her consent. She knows her safe word. Trust me.”
“She can’t say it like this!” I almost shouted. Vali writhed and ranted gibberish below me. “Listen to her.”
“We’ll bring her around, bring her back to us, first. Let me try,” Vil said quietly, and the rest of us moved away. “Vali, kitten, are you able to hear me?” Her eyes shot to his and she showed her white teeth again. “We want to help you, but we can’t unless you can say your word. If you want us to stop, to let you go, you only have to say your word. Do you remember it?”
She panted, thrashing against the restraints, her whining so high-pitched my eardrums ached. Tarn and Axe shot matching concerned looks at one another. She had exploded the assassin’s eardrums before she burnt him; it took effort not to cover our ears now.
“Use your words, kitten,” Vilkurn said, a bit of an Alpha bark in his tone. “Tell me. What word stops everything?”
Her eyes shot to him, glowing golden for a split second and she purred in a voice so seductive, my cock jerked, “Mischief.” Then she spat, “Not that I’ll need it. Fuck you all.” Then she started mumbling again, twisting so hard I thought she might injure herself.
Vilkurn’s smile was filled with dark humor, and he waved to her tied form. “Gentlemen, we have our work cut out for us.”
“She’s closed,” Tarn murmured.
I nodded.
“Fuck,” Axe signed, a savage grin emerging from his dark beard. “Foreplay it is.”
Without a word, we took up positions around her. I focused on her nipples, those pert, dark red cherries that I licked and chewed so often she swore I had made them bigger. I set my teeth to them now, nibbling the tips until she moaned and tried to get away. I grabbed both small mounds in my hands, and gripped them, pushing the nipples toward my mouth. “No, precious one, you won’t take my favorite treat from me.”
“Favorite treat,” Tarn mumbled. “Have you tried her cunt?” He pulled his hair back and set his mouth over the swollen bead at the top of her mound, licking, sucking, and biting it lightly, echoing my moves.
Axe slid up the sheets to her head—braver than us, to get near those teeth—and began kissing her deeply, his gaze locked on hers. As he did so, her thrashing slowed, and she began to blink, looking up into his dilated eyes. “M-m-m…” We all stilled, and she let out a sound of complaint. “Mountain?” she finally managed to say, and Axe stroked the side of her face with the backs of his fingers, signing his love for her before returning to her delicate, pink mouth, and ravaging it with his own.
“Bring her to the edge three times,” Vilkurn said, “but don’t let her topple over, Tarn.” Vilkurn retreated to the foot of the bed, barely in the nest. He had a perfect view of the entire event as he watched, lazily stroking his cock.
Tarn lifted his head and stared at Vilkurn’s moving hand for a second longer than necessary. Eyes blazing, he licked his lips at Vilkurn’s challenging stare, but finally obeyed, bending to his task. Vali began to shake as she approached her peak and we all backed off, letting our tongues and fingers move too lightly for her to reach orgasm. Then we did it again…and again.
She was a puddle of sweat and slick when she finally started crying, normal clear tears this time. “Please, please,” she begged.
Vilkurn stood and came to the side of the bed, trailing his hands up her bound legs. “One at a time, then?”
Moving to Vilkurn’s spot at the edge of the nest, Axe signed. “I’ll wait.”
Vilkurn shot a look at Tarn, then me. “Or would you like to take her with me?” I could almost feel the heat rising from all three of them at the thought. He nodded. “Rigol, fill her mouth, will you?”
He notched the head of his cock to her entrance and pressed. “Still being stubborn, kitten?” He stared into her rebellious eyes and barked an order. “Open!”
She shuddered, her whole body jerking as the command settled into her. I watched as Vilkurn’s length pressed the slightest bit inside, but when he pulled back to try for a deeper thrust, she locked him out again.
“Rigol, her mouth,” he repeated. “Spill into her. We all need to mark her.”
