“Mine,” he growls against my neck, the word vibrating through me.
My fingers find his arms, gripping tight, as I lean into his strength.
“Yours,” I answer immediately. Like I have with all of them when they claim me with that word. His hand fists in my hair, tipping my head back, exposing my throat to him, to his teeth and his tongue.
There’s no teasing with him like there had been with Court. No softness like with Piers.
Just devotion wrapped in something fierce and unyielding.
“No one gets near you again,” he promises, voice rough with his fear from earlier, his fury. “No one will take you from me.”
“They won’t,” I promise, turning in his arms to wrap my own around his shoulders holding him tight, as a soft purr starts in my chest, needing to sooth him. “They wouldn’t dare, not once they see your bond on me.”
He makes a low possessive sound, teeth scraping the side of my neck above Court’s bond bite. “Need that. Need you.”
“You ready to take both of us?” Thayer asks, pressing into my back. His hand slips between Grieves and I, swiping up an embarrassing amount of slick on his fingers, then lifting them so I can see. So we all can see. “Hmm, it appears that you are.”
“Can I borrow some of that?” Court asks with a smirk. “Want to prepare our beta’s arse with our omega’s slick.”
“Fuck,” Grieves groans, his cock jumping against my stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum.
Thayer makes a go ahead motion. “Help yourself.”
Court doesn’t wait for me to give the okay, just slides his hand between my legs, shoving two fingers inside and pumping them once, twice, before withdrawing. Maybe I should be embarrassed at the sheer amount of sticky cum on his hand when he does, but I can’t bring myself to be when he rather unceremoniously slathers it between Piers’ cheeks and then works his fingers into his tight pucker.
Piers whines, hands scrabbling in the sheets, fisting them as Court prepares him.
My attention is drawn from them, when Thayer’s thick fingers, still covered in my slick, slides through my own ass cheeks, circling that hole. “What-” I start to protest, but Thayer cuts me off.
“Shh, omega. You heard our prime, Grieves and I are going to claim you at the same time. Which means we need to fuck you at the same time, knot you at the same time.”
I simultaneously love that idea and am terrified by it. “I’ve never…”
Forsythe moves closer, pinching my jaw to turn my face toward him. “Has no one fucked your arse before, love?” There’s a dark possessiveness in his voice, like he likes the idea of that. Of someone in his pack being the first.
I shake my head. “No, I’ve done that… but knotting it, no. Let alone two at once, I’m not sure-”
“You can take it, bubbles,” Grieves reassures me. “Of course you can. You’re our omega. Made to take all of your mates.”
“But if you aren’t sure,” Thayer says mildly, even as his fingers work to stretch me. “We can each take our turn separately.”
A moan of pleasure falls from my lip even as my brow wrinkles. “You’re okay doing it at the same time. I don’t want you to think it's not special or personal.”
“Sweet fucking girl,” Grieves growls, teeth scraping the skin above Piers’ bite. “Want my mark on you so bad.”
“Same,” Thayer murmurs. “Don’t want to wait. And you're opening up so beautifully for me. You’ll be able to take my knot with no problem.”
“Grieves, on your back,” Forsythe’s voice cuts through the fog that had been building in my head from Thayer’s fingers working me over. The alpha in front of me does as he’s told, but doesn’t relinquish his hold on me, shuffling me with him, my thighs spread over his hips, my pussy drenching his cock in a mixture of slick and cum.
“Good,” Forsythe praises and there’s a spark in my chest even though I didn’t do anything. “Now Grieves, you’ll enter her first and once he’s fully seated you’ll work your way into her ass, Thay. Slowly. We don’t want to break our omega.”
Court laughs from where he’s still fucking Piers’ ass with his fingers, making the beta gasp in pleasure. “You’re acting like none of us remember how to fuck someone, Sythe.”
I know they had lovers in the past--I did too--but I’m not super keen on hearing about it during our bonding. Court must feel it through our bond because he shoots me a sheepish lookand a remorseful feeling. “Sorry, Pix. But just think of it as us getting practice so we can blow your mind over and over, yeah?”
I roll my eyes and a huff of laughter falls from my lips. It morphs into a moan though when Grieves shifts his hips and pushes the first few inches of his cock inside me. “Okay?” he asks, hands gripping my hips hard and nostrils flaring with restraint.
I nod, fingernails digging into his chest. “I’m good.”
