He slides into me, gently, torturously slow, mindful of the fact that I am not like Felix, primed to take him at a moment’s notice. When his knot hits my clit and he rotates his hips,grinding into me, I barely stifle a pleasured yelp. I manage to smother it before it wakes up Felix.
“You’re going to be a good girl and be quiet, aren’t you?” he says, placing his hand over my mouth. “Our Omega needs his rest.”
I nod rapidly, and he doesn’t remove his hand as he starts to pump into me. His fingers tighten around my mouth, my breath growing shallower with every stroke.
“Look at you,” he coos, looking at the spot where we connect. “You’re taking me so well, Beta. Do you think you could take my knot?”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head. I have never taken a knot, and I have never tried. The idea scares me.
Thankfully, Gabriel chuckles knowingly. “I know you’re not ready. But maybe Felix and I can get you there, teach you how to take it. Would you like that?” Truthfully, I don’t know if I would. He must read the hesitation on my face, because he pulls his hand away. “Color?”
“Yellow,” I answer without thought.
He nods, bending down to place a sweet kiss on my mouth as he slowly drags his cock out of me. “Thank you for being honest with me, Clara.”
I cannot explain why, but this is the moment that I know, deep in my gut, that Gabriel is forever for me. We’re not able to bond to one another, and both of us being with Felix doesn’t mean we have to be together romantically. Nothing ties us together other than our scent match, and those are easy for Beta and Alpha pairings to ignore if they want to.
Yet, I want him forever.
His fingers find my clit, and my toes curl, my hips rising, as he expertly guides me into a sweet, gentle climax. It doesn’t shake the earth, I don’t scream out his name. It’s soft, romantic, as he continues to guide himself into me, kissing me deeply as he loses himself in me.
We lay there together, his forehead pressed on the nest beside my head, our chests heaving. I’m not sure how long we’re there before a soft whine drags our attention to Felix. He’s wide awake, his hand on his cock, the swollen head peeking out as he fucks his fist.
“So beautiful,” he whines, groaning as he spills into his hand. “Need you both.”
THIRTY-THREE
DECEMBER 30TH
My fingers tightenon Felix’s ass, the skin beneath them going white as I spread him, watching as I tunnel inside him. The contrast in our skin tones is beautiful, and I’ve admired it several times over the past five days. He moans as he sucks on Clara’s pointed, brown nipples. She throws her head back, and her dark hair pools underneath her.
Every thrust into my Omega pushes him deeper inside her. He’s a mess, slick making my glide into him smooth, and it’s a struggle to hold my knot back from him. But I gave him a job, and he hasn’t completed it yet.
Until he does, no knot.
“Please, Alpha,” he moans. “Please, I need your knot.”
“You know the rules, Omega,” I remind him. I bring my palm down on his ass, admiring the redness that it leaves behind. “What are the rules?”
“No knot until Clara comes five times,” he recites, reaching between them and rubbing her clit. “But Alpha, please, I need-”
“Nope. That’s the rules. She needs one more.”
Clara doesn’t look like she can handle one more. She’s gottears falling down her face, and she grapples with his hand as she tries to pull it away from her oversensitive body.
“Alpha, I can’t,” she says, looking like she is about to crawl out of her skin. “Give him your knot, I’m done. I’m all done.”
I pause my hips, stilling inside our Omega. “Are you using your safe word?”
Over the past few days, both of them have called yellow when they need a break from something intense, but no one has called red yet. I’ve checked in with them numerous times, making sure that I am not pushing them too far.
I’m waiting, sure that she is about to call yellow at the least, when Clara sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. She shakes her head.
“Out loud, Beta. What’s your color?”
“Green, Alpha.”
“Tell your Omega.”
