A soft purr built in my chest—an omega sound of pure contentment, vibrating through both of us. We floated there for long minutes, tied together, his arms wrapped around me, his tail entwined with mine. The others continued to circle, their sounds softer now—clicks of approval, low rumbles of anticipation. They were waiting patiently for the knot to release, for their turn to claim me.
I could feel the knot pulsing inside me, feel occasional spurts of his release still flooding my depths. Every small movement shifted the pressure, sent new sparks of pleasure through my oversensitive body. Kaelan held me through it, stroking my hair, pressing kisses to my face, rumbling soft sounds of satisfaction. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, I felt the swelling begin to subside. The knot shrank slowly, and when he finally slipped free of me, I whimpered at the emptiness. I could feel his release trickling from my still-open vent, mixing with the water around us.
I didn't have long to mourn the loss. Riven was there in an instant.
He didn't waste time with words. His hands gripped my hips, spinning me in the water, positioning me with my back against his chest. His vent was already open, his arousal pressing against my lower back, and I gasped at the feel of it—even larger than Kaelan's, the ridges more pronounced, thicker, designed for rougher pleasure.
His length was darker than Kaelan's—almost pure black—and the ridges were sharper, more defined, creating edges that I knew would drag against my inner walls with devastating friction. It was intimidating and beautiful and I wanted it inside me immediately.
"I've been waiting for this," he growled against my ear, one scarred hand sliding down my tail to find my still-open vent. His fingers slid inside easily, and I moaned at the intrusion—three fingers, stretching me wide, preparing me for what was to come. "Every night, watching you sleep, smelling your scent—it's been torture. Beautiful, perfect torture."
His other hand found my breast, cupping the weight of it, his fingers rolling my nipple with devastating precision. The dual stimulation—fingers pumping inside me, fingers teasing my nipple—had me writhing against him, keening sounds spilling from my lips.
"Please," I gasped, pushing back against him, feeling his cock slide against my scales with promising pressure. "Riven, please—I need?—"
"I know what you need," he growled, withdrawing his fingers abruptly and making me cry out at the loss. "You need to be filled. You need to be fucked. You need to be claimed until you can't remember your own name." The other three circled around us now—Kaelan among them, his movements slower, satisfied, but his eyes still hungry. They clicked and growled, their tails undulating in patterns that seemed to urge Riven on. The sounds grew more intense as Riven positioned himself at my entrance, creating an almost musical backdrop of primal anticipation.
He needed no urging.
He positioned himself at my entrance and thrust home in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt in a single movement. The angle was different from behind—deeper, more intense—and his sharper ridges scraped against places inside methat made me see stars. I screamed, my back arching against his scarred chest, my hands reaching back to grip his shoulders. The stretch was incredible—he was bigger than Kaelan, thicker, and his ridges were more pronounced. I could feel every single one pressing against my sensitive walls, could feel them catching on nerve endings I didn't know I had.
"That's it," he snarled, beginning to move with a ferocity that stole my breath. His hips snapped against my tail with punishing force, driving himself deep with every thrust. "Take me. Take all of me. You were made for this—made to be filled, to be claimed, to be mine."
His pace was brutal, each thrust driving me toward release with devastating speed. One hand stayed on my breast, pinching and rolling my nipple, while the other slid down my stomach to find where our bodies joined. His fingers found the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my vent and stroked it in time with his thrusts.
"You're so tight," he growled against my ear, his breath hot against my skin, a rumble vibrating through his chest and into my back. "Clenching around me like you never want to let go. Are you going to come for me? Are you going to come on my cock while the others watch?"
The dual stimulation was too much—his cock driving into me from behind, his ridges scraping against every sensitive spot, his fingers working my vent. I came with a keen, my body clenching around him, pleasure exploding through every nerve. He didn't stop. He fucked me through the orgasm and beyond, his pace never slowing, building me toward another one before the first had even fully faded. His growls filled the water, mixing with the clicks and rumbles of the circling males, creating a symphony of primal sound.
"Again," he demanded, his fingers pressing harder against that sensitive spot, his thrusts growing even more forceful."Come for me again. I want to feel you squeeze my cock. I want to feel those pretty walls flutter around my ridges."
I obeyed—I couldn't help it. The second orgasm crashed through me even more intensely than the first, and I felt his rhythm falter, felt his thrusts grow erratic as he chased his own release.
"Going to knot you," he growled, his voice breaking with need. "Going to fill you up, lock us together, pump you full of my seed?—"
I felt it—the swell at the base of him, pressing against my entrance with insistent pressure. It was bigger than Kaelan's knot, stretching me even wider, and I cried out at the overwhelming fullness as it pressed inside. Then it was locked inside me, stretching me impossibly wide, pressing against every sensitive spot at once. His release pulsed into me in hot, thick waves, and I felt another orgasm rip through me at the sensation of being so thoroughly filled, so completely claimed.
His bite came at the height of his orgasm—sharp teeth sinking into the opposite side of my neck from Kaelan's mark, claiming fresh territory with primal ferocity. The bond snapped into place with almost violent intensity, and I felt him flood my mind—fierce protectiveness burning like a wildfire, desperate love vast as the ocean, and the violence he would unleash on anyone who threatened me was barely leashed and ready to spring.
"Mine," he snarled against my throat, his tongue tracing over the mark with possessive satisfaction. "My mate. My omega. Anyone who tries to take you from me dies screaming."
"Yours," I whispered, reaching back to touch his scarred face, a purr building in my chest despite the intensity. "Always yours." We floated together, locked by his knot, his arms wrapped around me from behind, his cock still pulsing occasional spurts of release into my depths. The circling continued around us—Kaelan and Vale and Thane, their movements synchronized, their sounds a constant backdrop of clicks and growls. I could feel both bonds now—Kaelan's steady presence and Riven's fierce intensity, both humming in my mind.
When Riven's knot finally released, when he slipped from my body with a wet sound, Vale was there immediately. Where Kaelan had been commanding and Riven had been fierce, Vale was different. He turned me in the water, pulling me against his chest with gentle hands, his silver tail wrapping around mine with careful pressure. His eyes traced over my face with an expression of pure reverence, like I was a work of art he'd been waiting his whole life to see.
His vent had opened, revealing his arousal—long and elegant, the ridges more delicate than the others', almost artistic in their spiraling pattern. The color was silver-blue, matching his tail, and it curved gracefully as it emerged, twitching with need. It was beautiful in a way the others hadn't been—designed for pleasure rather than conquest, for worship rather than claiming.
"I've written songs about this moment," he murmured, his voice carrying that musical quality even underwater. "Thousands of verses, millions of notes—but no song could capture how beautiful you are right now, wearing their marks, full of their seed, waiting to be mine."
He didn't rush. His hands traced over my body with reverent attention—down my sides, leaving trails of tingling sensation, across my stomach, up to cup my breasts. He hefted their weight in his palms, thumbs brushing across my nipples with feather-light touches that made me gasp.
"So sensitive," he murmured, circling my nipples with his thumbs, watching them tighten under his attention. "Every touch makes you shiver. I could spend hours just learning yourbreasts—how they feel in my hands, what sounds you make when I touch them like this?—"
He pinched both nipples at once, and I cried out, my back arching into his touch. He soothed the sting with gentle strokes, then pinched again, building a rhythm of pleasure-pain that had me writhing against him, soft keens escaping my throat.
"I'm going to worship you," he promised, his silver eyes holding mine as his hands continued their exploration. "Every inch. Every scale. Every sound you make is going to be a note in the symphony of our mating."
Vale started at my throat, his lips tracing over Kaelan's and Riven's marks with gentle pressure. The sensation made me gasp, pleasure rippling through the fresh bonds, and I felt echoes of satisfaction from both of them through our connection.
