“Like… the best kind of magic,” he mewls, holding onto our scent match as she moans. “She’s so fucking wet and hot, and you’re making me feel so full.”
I hum at his description, pleased by how good he’s feeling. “I knew you would like it. You’re my greedy slut, after all.”
“I am,” he whimpers while kissing Opal’s neck. “I love it. Please don’t stop.”
I don’t. I keep my pace steady despite him clenching around the dildo every few seconds. He pushes back onto it every time he thrusts out of Opal, his hips going wild as he loses himself to the ecstasy of it.
“I’m going to come, Alpha,” Kit groans, his fingertips digging into Opal’s waist. She preens, her scent flourishing as his nails mark her skin.
“Oh?” I say as my thrusts continue. I reach down, finding his balls easily as he struggles to keep his strokes measured. “Are you going to come like the whore you are?”
He lets out a beautiful shriek, and Opal nips at his chest. I look up and see Thatcher watching, the bowl of ramenabandoned while he pumps his cock. His head is thrown back, his eyes half-lidded, lust evident on every inch of his face.
“Don’t come yet, Stardust,” I inform, slowing my pace and preventing him from fucking Opal like he was before. “We’re going to switch things up.”
“What?” Kit asks with a heavy breath, still locked in the pleasure.
I pull the dildo out of him, prompting him to let out a whine. He uses that free motion to fuck into Opal again, but I tsk at him. “What a bad little omega.” He bites his lips in defiance, his face cracking on a moan as he thrusts into her with smooth strokes.
“She feels so good,” he groans, wrapping his arms around her. “Please don’t make me?—”
“Stop moving,” I bark.
His movements come to an abrupt stop, but his forehead strains like he’s trying to fight it. I grin at the rebellion he’s displaying. I love how much of a brat he is.
“You’re going to enjoy this,” I assure him. “Lie on your back, but keep her inside you.”
He follows my instructions, grunting as their hips meet. Opal lets out a whimper and Kit comforts her, whispering beautiful things, promising to take the ache away soon. I turn to Thatcher, who also obeyed my command despite it not being directed toward him, and flash him the bottle.
“Ready for another first, Alpha?”
His eyes widen just before he moves faster than lightning to get behind our girl. She makes tiny movements, trying to convince the omega below her to move, but Kit holds strong. He pets her hair, rubs her skin, and kisses her lips to sate her, but she gets noisier by the second.
“It’s okay, Omega,” I say to her. “The wait is almost over.”
I hand Thatcher the bottle of lube and let him prep her.The second his finger touches her crease, she lets out an intoxicating noise that shoots all the way down my spine. She pushes back against him, trying to force him to go faster, but Thatcher just chuckles at the attempt.
“Omega,” he playfully scolds. “Be a good girl for me and let me prepare you.”
She preens at the instruction and then goes back to Kit, kissing him and driving him crazy. The slow, intimate drawl of their lips and the careful stillness of her hips cause him to lose his patience. He growls frustratingly as Thatcher inserts one of his fingers into her, the combined slick and lube making it easier for him.
“Fuck,” Kit curses, his hands going to Opal’s waist. “She’s fucking pulsing around me.Hurry.”
“Alright, alright,” Thatcher laughs. He pulls his fingers in and out, moving them around a little bit more before he squirts more lube onto himself. He tosses it to the side and wipes off his fingers so he can hold her more securely.
I sit down beside them, loving my front row seat. I bend to look my omega in the eyes. “Are you ready, Omega? I need you to breathe slowly and let him all the way in before you move, okay?”
She doesn’t acknowledge that, just looks at me with this loving look on her face that makes my heart flutter. I lean forward, kissing her deeply before pulling back and watching her features pinch as Thatcher finally lines himself up and slowly begins to impale her.
Thatcher’s head falls back, and he lets out a deep, satisfied moan as he descends, pausing every few seconds so she can adjust to his size. They all make the most pleasing noises, and Kit looks like his head is about to explode.
“I can fucking feel you,” Kit says, letting out a moan as he holds on for dear life. “This must be heaven.”
I cough out a laugh. “What a poet you are.”
“Oh, fuck off,” he says to me, but his lips tug into a grin. “I can’t wait until you’re in this position and you can barely contain yourself.”
“I feel that way every time I’m inside you,” I tell him, sliding closer to rub my thumb against his bottom lip. He nips at it and gives me a cheeky smile.
