I feel myself crying before I fully come back, and then all of my mates are there, holding and comforting me as the tears fall. This new overwhelming sensation settles over me, something to get used to, but it’s the most welcomed feeling in the world.
“We love you, Omega,” Kit whispers as he folds himself over my form.
“So much,” Sam reiterates as his fingers slide over my back in a lazy trickle, his steadiness holding on in the bond. I burrow into them tighter and let the sensations overwhelm me, because bonding for the first time isn’t something to take lightly, and I want to soak it all in.
FIFTY-THREE
If anything, Kit’s heat only made him more horny and more demanding.
For being introverted, you’d think I’d need a bit more reprieve after we spent five days locked in a room fucking like rabbits, but that’s not necessarily true. I quite like the way Kit clings to me anytime I get up. Especially since I can feel the desperate need to hold on within the bond. His gorgeous colors shine brightly in the attachment between us, and I can’t stop tugging on that chord for literally everything. Any quiet moment that I have immediately gets interrupted by my own possessive need to feel each of them in my chest. Which is why, when I feel a tugging from one of them as I write in my planner for the first time in days, I immediately abandon it and seek them out.
The bottom floor is quiet; I only find Jemma playing around with a ball of yarn. She’s taken a liking to them recently, and I can’t bring myself to take them away from her. Luckily, she doesn’t have atastefor them; she just likes to chase them around. I continue on my search, wondering where my matescould be, and then there’s a disruption in the silence as I go up the stairs. Tiny grunts meet my ears, and my body begins to thrum with excitement as I near the delicious sounds. With Thatcher’s door wide open, it’s not hard to figure out where the noise is coming from, but I am surprised to see Thatcher behind Kit, fucking him intensely and with complete control of the omega.
Witnessing them together for the first time during Kit’s heat was remarkable. Seeing my powerful alpha melt into submission to Kit is one of my favorite things. The way his face flushes and how he can’t help but stroke himself while being stimulated by our omega is one of the best things I have ever seen. But, right now, there is no submission in the slightest as Thatcher pounds into him, the sound obscene where he thrusts in and out. Kit’s moans are fruitful, echoing out loud and proud as he digs his nails into the bed sheets for dear life.
A tingle erupts deep down as I watch, like my body hasn’t gotten the memo that it should be exhausted and wrung out. They don’t notice me right away, so I lean against the wall and slide my hand into my pants, determined to just watch and enjoy.
Thatcher grunts with pleasure, unable to keep himself from sending it through the bond in every direction. I stifle a laugh as well as a groan at that. Out of all of us, the stoic alpha has the most trouble keeping his emotions and feelings to himself within the bond, which I find overly ironic. On the outside, he can cool himself like a block of ice, but the inside is full of tumultuous feelings that I never expected. It’s made me fall even more in love with him and his responses, even if sometimes they only involve low grunts.
Kit pretends he doesn’t have control over his emotions, but he’s been the sneakiest with it. Whenever he’s feeling horny or lonely or clingy, he lets the emotions slip on purpose so we’llcome to him. The amount of times Sam or I have answered him just to find a giddy and mischievous omega is already too many, but I love it more than anything. And our prime does, too, even if he pretends he’s annoyed about it.
I come back to the present as Kit lets out a whimper that makes me lose control of my emotions. The way it makes me feel must go tumbling down the bond, because Thatcher’s gaze is on me a second later.
“Do you want our girl to join us, my love?” he whispers into Kit’s ear, making him gasp loudly and open his eyes. They immediately meet mine and his reaction is instant. His back arches, and I can tell by the way our alpha’s face pinches that he’s pulsing around him at the sight of me. The burning desire I suddenly feel in the bond makes my mouth part, unable to say a thing as I’m entranced by the display.
“Opal—” Kit says my name on a moan, his body thrusting back into Thatcher with more intensity.
“Don’t be shy, Curly,” my alpha purrs. “Take off your clothes and lie in front of our omega so he can give you what you need.”
A tiny chirp escapes me. Both of their eyes watch me as I slowly reveal myself, taking off each item at a steady pace. Thatcher growls when I slow down for the last item, my panties moving down my legs at—what I’m guessing is—an excruciating pace. When I’m finally naked and bare for them, I get on the floor and crawl to them.
“Omega,” Thatcher hisses at me, his pace faltering for a moment. Kit lets out a chuckle before I get to the bed and climb on, moving to sit in front of him.
“On your back,” my alpha orders. I lie down, my pussy directly in front of Kit. His mouth seems to water as his gaze moves to my core, mesmerized in a way that actually leaves me blushing. “Wide, Opal. Let us both see you.”
My teeth bite into my lip as I follow his command, enjoying this newfound dominance in my mint-scented alpha. I spread my legs further, feeling vulnerable and hot simultaneously. Kit doesn’t wait for any more instructions—he strikes as soon as he can, his tongue finding my clit and motioning around it in a way that makes me immediately whimper. His eyes close at the contact, losing himself in me as he starts to manipulate my body in the best possible way. I watch him for a moment, awestruck, and then I look up at Thatcher, who is already watching me. His mouth turns into a greedy smirk.
“I love when you two are together,” he confesses, moving one of his hands so his fingers can trail Kit’s back with a feather-like touch. “Does she taste good, Omega?”
Kit nods his head, groaning against me. My back arches and my head tips back. His hands go to my thighs and keep me open so he can feast as thoroughly as he wants.
“I bet she does. Like the best dripping fruit,” Thatcher groans, and I can see him moving to the finish line by the way his face morphs with pleasure. He must angle differently because Kit’s tongue slows, and his moans heighten as his body contorts. He mutters an ‘oh fuck’ as his release comes. Thatcher never slows, fucking Kit through his orgasm, and my core spasms around nothing in response to it. The bliss and relief on Kit’s face is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
The pleasure subsides and he relaxes, unexpectedly going right back into eating me. The sensation pulls something from me, the surprise of it making me climb up the hill much faster. Thatcher finishes as he watches, and it’s him pulling out to come all over Kit’s back that finally pushes me over. I cry out, my thighs locking his head against me involuntarily. Kit’s tongue moves faster, moaning at the new slick that pours as my body releases its tension. Everything seems to black out as heyanks every bit of ecstasy from me, and I let it take me under, my body alight with bouts of electricity.
When I come back to my body, I’m panting with both men on either side of me. A laugh bubbles out of me as they pet my skin and watch me with precious expressions.
“Well, that was unexpected,” I say with a laugh.
“But very welcome,” Kit responds, pushing a strand of my hair behind my ear. He curls into my shoulder, exhausted and satiated. My hand finds his neck to hug him as best as I can in this position. Thatcher leans on his elbow on my other side, watching us with love in his eyes that makes my chest feel warm.
“Thatcher—” Sam abruptly enters the room, his hand holding a folder. When he sees us, a smile beams from ear to ear. “Well, shit. Did I miss out?”
“Yeah, you’re letting your work keep you from us again,” Thatcher jokes, and our prime heaps out a genuine laugh.
“We can talk about this later. It’s just philanthropy stuff.” He places the folder on Thatch’s dresser and moves to us, climbing on the bed and right on top of Kit and me. His scent gives the air a much needed bitter edge, and I inhale deeply without any shame. “This is more important.”
Kit snorts. “You’ll have to give us five minutes at least.”
