Trav chuckled and Van kept working him, making his sensitive body sing. He was going to come, just from the nipple teasing and the occasional stroke to his cock by Trav.
“Won’t it feel good?” Van whispered, painting an erotic picture in Lycan’s mind. So far away from bad feelings or the fear he couldn’t quite remember but that his body still knew. This was soft, safe, omega-play. It was healing him to feel this good under someone else’s hands. As healing as the coven’s work.
He was having a heat, maybe his first, and it was as gentle as something so intense could be.
Trav leaned up, placing teasing little pulls at Lycan’s nipples with his teeth and mouth. Lycan’s body sang and his heat raged, a fire stoked by omegas who knew exactly what they were doing.
“Think about when it’s your Alpha,” Van continued. “And a nice hard suck rightthere.” He ran a hand around Lycan’s pec, cupping Lycan with one hand as if in offering, and then pulling in Trav’s head with his other, encouraging the other omega to suck hard.
Lycan’s body jerked, the image and the sensation too much. He loved the feel of Van’s hard dick pressed against his ass. And Trav’s mouth made him flood with need.
“I need something . . .”
“Feel empty?”
Lycan nodded furiously.
“Can we use toys on you, honey?”
Lycan nodded again, feeling the knotting dildo pressed against his hole. Fuck, it felt good to be touched, to be helped. Somehow, he knew there was something more, a better touch than even this. Someday, in the future, he might even want that.
The dildo eased into him and Van murmured appreciatively. “So ready, weren’t you? Your Alpha will love how slick you get, Lycan.”
At the same time, a tight sleeve encased his cock. It was some other kind of toy, lubed up and holding him inside like a sleeve. Pleasure stopped swirling and started shooting in all directions of his body. He moaned, body nothing but a throbbing response to sensation.
Van and Trav had a rhythm, using the toys to feed the heat. They touched each other too, making it about all of them, not just Lycan, although he was further into his heat. Pleasure and need drove his hips, his moans, his kisses. He touched everywhere he could. This was fun. Gentle. Wonderful.
And when he came, his whole body shook with pleasure until he was so spent he went to sleep between his two sated heat-mates.
He woke up and had been cleaned up, but he was still holding Seath’s shirt close, with the omegas on either side of him. They stayed, the crest of their heats nothing but soft pleasure and warm feelings. On the downhill side from the heat, Lycan could give as good as he got, too.
Van finished with his Alpha in the last intense day, but Lycan and Trav rode theirs out together. When it was time for him to go, they were all closer, bonded by having shared something sacred and intimate.
Lycan thought of those threads in his mind he saw during the coven. Somehow there was a new part of the pattern now. He’d had his heat and it must have its own shape and those threads were linked forever with Van and Trav as his heat-mates. They were part of his pattern, part of the lace of his life.
Lycan could tell his sense of smell and sight were improving. The heat must have had its own healing power. A healing by fire. Healing wasn’t an off/on switch, he had been warned. Instead, more of a dimmer where gradually, his wolf would come back to him, or so they hoped.
He could feel his wolf now, as he lay in the last embers of his heat. His wolf was happy. Satisfied.
Lycan’s eyes shot open, his gasp loud to his own ears.
Home.
His wolf had finally spoken to him. A drowsy, sated, content sort of word.
Home.
Chapter twelve
A Confusing Cycle
AsLycan’sheateased,so did Seath’s rut. He managed to orgasm himself into a stupor that was somewhat like sleep. If it wasn’t for his wolf-healing his cock would certainly be raw, but as it was he indulged the thoughts of his omega in the shower again that morning with nothing but pleasure.
Luke had come to him, asking for his shirt, giving his scent to Lycan to get him through the heat. What was he supposed to do with that image? The one that played in his brain on repeat—the beautiful omega, rubbing his shirt over his cock. Or the other one, Lycan stroking himself with Seath’s shirt in his face.
He had, of course, as Pack Legate, given his scent to other omegas. But this was different. It felt different to him and his wolf. Certainly, he had never planted the image of another omega in his mind like this, or been so affected by their heat.
Luke and Caine were both waiting in his office for him, and he followed the smells of breakfast from the library to the smaller table in his office where they all sat.
