“So beautiful, Omega.”
My eyes pop open, and I find Wrath kneeling over my head, his cock aimed at my mouth. I open and take that glistening head into me, lathing my tongue around his crown.
Wrath hisses, squeezing his base and stroking his cock into my mouth.
“You’re so damn good at this, Omega.”
I whine when Khaos withdraws his fingers, but no sooner do I feel the gaping loss than the hard and thick head of his cock is there, pressing into me, stretching me.
“No knots,” Khaos murmurs.
“Aww,” Wrath whines. “I was so looking forward to knotting this hot as fuck mouth of yours.”
My eyes widen. Yes, I want to try that, too. I suck harder just as Khaos plunges into me, bottoming out in one single thrust.
My eyes roll, my body clenches on him, resisting and welcoming. Everything is so bright and so intense.
Wrath pulls my chin up towards him, opening up my mouth and starts thrusting into me. I wrap my lips around my teeth and watch. I love how unhinged they get. Wrath is staring at me, his face a mask of pleasure. Intense and focused emotion is directed straight at me.
“I love you,” he whispers.
His knot grows, and I reach up and grab it, stroking as he falls apart, squirting jets of cum straight into my mouth. I swallow and moan as Khaos takes up where Wrath stops.
His pumps are long and slow, building as his hands travel over my body, grabbing my breasts and tweaking my nipples. The coils of pleasure have me panting, but I can’t forget one thing.
I want those bonds.
It’s in the back of my mind, refusing to go away. Wrath grabs my chin, turning me to face him. His mouth finds mine. I moan as Khaos strums his thumb over my clit.
I slam into the orgasm, my body tightening, but I’m almost thrown off as Wrath bites my lower lip, and Khaos sinks his teeth into my neck. I go rigid, waves of pleasure surging through me, spiraling out.
I cling to them, desperately holding on, instinct screaming at me. The minute my orgasm lets me, I bite Wrath back. He moans into my mouth as his blood and mine mix. I lick it off, let go, and turn to Khaos. I bite his throat just to the right of his Adam’s apple.
He roars, thrusting into me savagely and coating my insides. I hold them through it, refusing to let go; the bonds need tending. We need to be together again and again. I want them cemented.
The rainbow I’ve been glimpsing out of the corner of my eye vanishes, and now I see a floating white light, like a rope linking us.
Khaos moans and then laughs. “We should have done that ages ago.”
I agree, but I’m panting too hard to speak.
Khaos kisses down my chest and reluctantly pulls away from me.
I sense him before I see him. Riot lunges for me, but I shove him back, twisting and rolling, fighting to get free.
I laugh when he brings his hand down on my ass, sending a loud crack into the forest, startling birds into flight. He grips my thighs and rolls me onto my stomach. I kick out, and he growls.
It’s exciting, thrilling, even.
Anticipation and arousal.
He grabs my hips with a bruising force and pulls me up, and, to my complete astonishment, he slams straight into me, laughing darkly.
“Having fun?” he murmurs as he leans over me.
“Yes. I am,” I say tartly.
“Good.” He sits up on his knees behind me and starts a mind-shattering pace as he fucks me. I lose my ability to form words, sink lower onto my elbows, giving him more room, and just take it.
