It didn’t matter. The heat was strong and everyone knew he was in heat. It was part of pack life. But still, something flashed through him at everyone knowing. What a broken omega he was, layering human emotion over what was a uniquely shifter situation. Shifters shouldn’t have second thoughts about such things. Perhaps it was just one more thing wrong with him.
But, his need mounted, so he thought of Alpha and the sunroom, how Seath’s large body curled next to his.
Lycan’s hand worked the dildo as his mind changed the memory to fantasy. This time it was Seath covering him with that large body, licking wet kisses into his mouth, stroking his cock, and taking him just like this—slow at first, then faster.
His whole body burned with wanting Seath. Lycan wanted to lean into the strength Seath had, his protectiveness, his care. But it was more than that, too. Lycan whimpered, feeling something else, something like the desire to be Seath’s.
It didn’t matter that he had been someone else’s property more or less. That was different. Against his will. This feeling was more akin to wanting to belong to someone. Not just someone. Seath. Seath making him his. That was a new, tender place to go and Lycan just couldn’t fully go there yet.
Luckily, the heat’s haze clouded his mind, making it impossible to think. Still confused about the knot, his body knew what to do, and when he worked the toy faster in himself, chasing relief, heels dug in the bed, hips flexed in the air, he pushed the knot in with the final measure of the toy, a pleasure rippling through him as it pressed hard against some spot inside him that lit him up. He thought then of being caught like this on Seath’s large cock, a thought that should have been odd, but felt incredibly right as his wolf rose to just below the surface and howled in pleasure as the knot worked against his body drawing shudder after shudder as he breathed in Seath’s scent from the shirt.
He left the toy in and the shirt pressed to his face, enjoying the feeling of being full and letting his muscles spasm around it until the next round.
Things were better the next day, although he yearned to be touched. He wanted to be held. Stroked. Kissed. Somehow, it was hard to get all the relief he needed but it was better than nothing. When Trav and Van came by to check on him, he noticed a look pass between them before they joined him in his nest, cuddling close.
He burrowed into them, enjoying the feel of his skin on theirs, and surprised when he could detect a slight scent of arousal. It wasn’t like the smell of Seath. That scent was intense and made him think of uncontrollable heat and lust. A claiming kind of need rose in him at that smell.
This was softer, more gentle. A light place for all of his arousal to land. And the need inside him responded in kind, wanting lighter touches.
“Have you been around other omegas when you were in heat, Ly?” Van asked and Lycan shook his head.
“It may be his very first heat. Right, Lycan?” Trav prompted.
Lycan bobbed his head. “No memories. Not even sharp ones.”
Another long look was shared between Trav and Van.
“Do you know about omega-play?” Trav asked.
Lycan’s eyes flew open, mouth forming a surprised oh. “You would do that?”
Van pulled Lycan against him, so that Lycan’s back rested against Van’s chest and Trav was on the other side, facing him. “Just relax. We can help, and it would be our pleasure. We’ve played together before and are quite compatible.”
“But Puck . . .” Lycan started to protest when Trav’s hands moved over his skin, and his protest was stopped by a moan. It felt good to be touched.
“Puck will ask me to describe every detail and it will fuel our sex for weeks. I’m going into heat and omega-play is the best place to start what my Alpha will finish.” Van shuddered as he said the words, thought the thoughts, the outline of his cock more prominent as he thought about the few days ahead.
Trav chuckled. “Usually, we will get on the same cycle in small groups in this pack. It makes things easier if an omega is unbonded and makes things intense if the omega is.”
“I don’t think I’m ready for . . .” Lycan didn’t know how to explain it. How to differentiate between a dildo in his ass and someone’s dick.
Van laughed, his hands roaming over both Trav and Lycan. Caresses and intimate touching that telegraphed want and also, tenderness. “Nothing you don’t want. We will set boundaries. With Trav and I, we kiss, use our hands or our mouths, most omegas don’t care for penetration with each other, and Trav and I agree on that. Omega-play is a different kind of intimacy. And if we become heat-mates we can navigate all of that.”
Van smiled. “Nothing beats a big, Alpha dick. A toy gets close, but omegas do nothing for us. Only if you want to, Ly. Whatever we do will help ease the heat. Your body will adjust its needs to omega-play. It will be softer, too.”
Lycan nodded quickly, already responding to the two omegas ready to play in his nest. He had been afraid of the deep need he felt inside, the desire to be claimed in a rough way. Objectively, he could see the appeal, but a big part of him was not ready for that. Not yet. Omega-play with heat-mates would be different. That he could handle.
“It feels amazing.” Lycan said, his words already slurring at the feel of being touched and touching in return. It was a lust-drunk haze, and he dove into the good feelings. “But I think I’m like you both. In terms of preferences, I mean.”
“Just wait.” Van said, his hands feeling better than any massage as they roamed Lycan’s heated body.
To Lycan’s surprise, Trav leaned up and gave Van a sweet kiss. Clearly, they had shared such intimacies before. It was hot, both Trav and Van were beautiful omegas and together they were stunning.
Lycan felt a burst of pride at where he was, between two amazing omegas in a pack that encouraged this kind of omega-play. Where Alphas didn’t seem challenged or attacked by it. It was like a dream.
Van continued to hold Lycan, his chest to Lycan’s back, teasing Lycan until his small nipples were elongated and dark with arousal. Trav watched Van and Lycan, while stroking Lycan’s inner thigh. Once Lycan’s eyes were rolling back in his head and his slick was evident, Trav started stroking Lycan’s cock with a firm hand.
Lycan’s whole body moved, and he shouted with how good it felt.
