Chapter Thirty-Three
Blaze
I haven't been so clear-headed in months. Everything sounds crisper, looks brighter, and the smells... oh, the fuckingsmellsin this rut-damn room.
Halley's pheromones are thick and singing in harmony with the sweet aroma of her slick, and combined with the musky scent of our combined spilled seed…
Sweet mercy of the ration gods. If this is a hallucination, let me die happy.
Knox has already tucked himself back into his trousers, acting as if he didn't shoot strings of white-hot come across Halley's carefully made nest.
Shade is cuddling and nuzzling into Halley's throat as she comes down from her high. He has his arms wound about her tight, holding her firmly to his heaving chest, her breasts spilling over the sides. Between her thighs, her pink lips are gripping our Beta's member in a vise.
Halley whimpers as she continues to pulse around Shade's softening cock. He might not have a knot, but our girl is trying her best to ensure his seed isn't going to waste. She's fighting a losing battle, and soon, he falls out.
Creamy white come drips to the bedding below.
Instinct makes me act before I can think, and I launch into the middle of the nest like an Alpha possessed.
I bury my face into her exposed pussy from behind, slurping up the leaking spend.
“Ah!” she cries, bucking in Shade’s embrace.
"What the fuck, Blaze?" Knox shouts, but I don't care. I'm hungry, and it'smine.
Well, Shade and Halley’s, but we're a Pack, and what's theirs is also mine.
I lick from her clit, tracing over her lips, and plunging into her entrance. I lap up every drop of their combined release.
"What's he doing? Blaze? What are you doing?" Shade asks from underneath the squirming Omega.
I grin and redouble my efforts.
Halley can tell him with her moans.
She doesn’t disappoint, whimpering and shuddering as I alternate between flicking her little bean and thrusting my tongue deep.
Her clit is sensitive, and she wriggles to pull away.
I don’t let her.
Instead, I spread her open with my thumbs, exposing her fully.
I penetrate her with a finger, twisting it to caress her front wall. Her channel clenches on my pumping finger.
“Look at that. Have you ever seen anything prettier than our Omega’s cunt? What do you reck’n LT? Prime?"
Viper's nostrils flare as he watches, and I can see him weighing the option of jumping in to join the fun. His eyes flick to our Prime, whose face is an impassive mask of indifference... or itwould be if it wasn't for the pink high on his cheeks and his ticking jaw.
He’s silent, but his chest heaves, his nostrils flare, and his fists clench and unclench, matching the rhythm of my hand. His tells are obvious to those who know him. The brush of a thumb over his lower lip, the crinkling of the scar over his nose.
‘Watch and learn, Knox. If Blaze can be gentle, so can you.’Viper projects.
“Hey!” I protest out loud, but then incline my head in acknowledgement. Okay, yeah. I’m not known for my careful approach.
I like tobreakthings.
Vague memories of the last few days flicker into my mind. The glint of my blade. Soft, creamy skin splitting open. A crimson trail and the coppery taste of blood. A forced orgasm under the weight of my Command.
