He comes with my name as a growl on his lips, a plea. His release spills hot and sticky over my stomach, my mound, my pussy lips. Marking me just as I’d demanded. But I’m not sure that’s what my omega had in mind when she’d barked that.
Not if the way I have to swallow a whine is any indication.
Forsythe’s sweaty forehead presses into my sternum as he catches his breath. Thayer’s fingers stroke through my damp hair and he murmurs nonsense words that I can’t make out.
The prince trails kisses over my skin, moving down and down and down, until he’s kneeling again. “What-” I start to close my legs, intensely aware of his attention there now that the pleasure is fading.
“No,” Forsythe’s voice whips out, harsh and demanding, even as his hands gently slide up the inside of my thighs, holding me open to his regard. “No, let me look. Let me see what I did to you, how I marked you. God,cor mea, the sight of you dripping in my cum…”
He trails off and shakes his head.
My inner muscles clench on nothing and I feel a dribble of slick come out of me. The prince groans. “The only thing better would be if that was my cum, our cum, dribbling out of yoursweet little cunt. If we filled you so full of us it had to squeeze out, just like your slick.”
“Better still if we filled her so full it dribbled out around our knots, yeah?” Thayer suggests and holy mother of god, I just came like six times and I want more.
“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight to wake up to,” Court drawls, sauntering up to the island in nothing but a pair of boxers straining under the flex of his erection. “Our omega all stretched out like a feast.” He shoulders Thayer out of the way and bends to press a kiss to my still panting mouth. “Did the prince kneel for you, little omega?”
“Yes,” I murmur, hooking a hand around his neck to keep him where he is and kiss him back.
He hums. “Good. It’s about time he did that.”
Forsythe doesn’t argue, just presses a soft kiss to the inside of both of my knees, before pushing to his feet again. “No showering this morning,” He tells me as the three of them help my limp body into an upright position. My lips part, but he doesn’t let me say anything. “No, don’t. I want you smelling like me all day, like mine.”
The raw possession in his voice makes my toes curl in the air, but I still wrinkle my nose. “You know that’s how people get UTIs, right?”
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss me, as Thayer pulls off his t-shirt, likely to cover me in when he gets the chance. “You wanted me to mark you, love,” he says, totally unrepentant. “And that is exactly what I did. You marked me too.”
He straightens away from me and sure enough Thayer tugs his shirt over my head, helping guide my limp arms into the correct holes.
Forsythe pulls my hair out of the shirt, then leans in and gives me another kiss with a regretful sigh. “I hate to do this, omega, but I have to go. I’m really very late now.”
I frown, even though I know he’s right. I stopped him from leaving when he needed to almost an hour ago, and it’s honestly a wonder that the queen hasn’t sent someone to break down our door and steal him away.
“Will you be home for dinner?” I ask, trying to keep the hope out of my voice.
He hesitates, cupping the side of my head in one big palm. “I’ll try,” he says eventually, like he doesn’t want to make a promise he’s not sure he’ll be able to keep.
Another kiss and he steps away from me, smoothing his clothes back into place. Thayer helps get his hair back in order, stepping in close to press a kiss to our prince’s mouth.
“Fuck you taste like her.” My brows jump at the growled words. “And your beard smells like her.”
Forsythe grins. “Oh, I know. I’m going to be scenting her slick all day.”
“No,” I say quickly. “You should wash-”
“No,” Forsythe’s denial is sharp and quick. “No. I really shouldn’t. I’m going to spend all day reliving what we did here this morning. Anyone who gets too close will smell you on me, and know I belong to you. I’ll be battling erections all day, but it’ll be worth it.”
My mouth drops open as Court and Thayer chuckle. “No need to torture yourself, mate,” Court claps a hand on his shoulder.
Forsythe’s mouth kicks into a smile. “Sweetest torture I could ask for.”
Episode 26: Off With Her Plans
Forsythe
I shouldn’t have come.
Or since my attendance was mandatory, I should have dragged my pack, my omega, with me. It could have been the first time I showed her off publicly. It would have worked in our favor.
