“I’m going to grab one of his harnesses,” Azane says quietly before she leaves the room.
To my horror, the slow stroking of this huge toy in my ass has me on edge. While my alphas have never said that I may not finish whenever I wish to, I’m pretty sure I need permission.
“Alpha,” I beg, my voice unintentionally pitiful, “I’m gonna cum!” I cry out.
Ink snarls. “No, you arenot,omega.” The thrusting slows further. “Be a good boy. You do not have permission to release.” The trainer slips in and out, leisurely. The sensations are better, more erotic than before, but I come back from the edge.
She continues, “I want you well-trained, needy for your alphas, and obedient. When I am sure of that, we’ll give you release.” She pauses. “And during your heats, of course, you will not be denied.”
She speeds up fucking me and again my balls try to pull up.
A sharp slap to my balls. “Do not,” she warns. “If you do, I’ll make you lick up your mess and after, I’ll pull you over my lap for a spanking.”
She pushes hard and the trainer seats deep in my ass. I literally pant, mouth open, eyes closed, in relief that she stopped pushing me into misbehavior.
A hand lifts one foot, then the other, and something is tugged up my legs. Azane’s hand under my chest pulls me to standing and she and Ink tighten the harness. I look down and lush leather-looking straps curve up over my thighs, essentially framing my cage. The straps run up my ass cheeks and Ink kneels, attaching them to my trainer. Azane steps in front of me and tightens a strap around my waist. Circular metal attachments dangle here and there, and I am concerned about their potential uses.
“This is the simpler one. The other we bought has a chest piece, pretty boy,” Azane says, kissing my forehead.
“Nap time,” Zilas says evenly.
“Nap time?” I question, again embarrassed.I have to take a nap?
“Pack nap,” Azane answers easily. “For rest and bonding. We try to every day, but sometimes our schedule doesn’t allow it.”
Oh. Well, that’s different. I smile at my pack, ready for snuggles.
Chapter Ten
Zilas
When we wake, Inken is gone, but Azane lays between me and Tristan, her arm over my shoulder, her tail over Tristan’s hip. The light coming in the window is low and slanted; it is nearing the evening meal.
Azane’s sparkling eyes meet mine even as she answers Tristan. “We don’t have a specific thing we provide for Setias, but that is not unusual. The packs that do often have specialized skills, such as spinning yarn or metal-smithing.”
A thought hits me, but Tristan smiles at me. “Have a nice nap, Zilas?” His voice is quiet and sweet, and makes me grin.
“I did, Tristan. The best, most comfortable nap with my pack. You?”
“Same.”
Azane purrs, her happiness obvious. “My darling boys,” she rumbles, “Can you two spend some time together so I can manage a few pack affairs?”
I nod, but Tristan gently argues, “What affairs? Can I help?”
I frown. “Normally, omegas are sheltered from the everyday stress of pack management,” I offer. Azane nods, face solicitous.
Tristan snorts. “I made it over three decades on my own on Earth.”
Before Azane can answer, I jump in. “C’mon Tristan, come help me in the kitchen so our alphas have a hot meal ready for them.”
He nods, smiling, and Azane kisses us both gently.
She slips out of the room as I roll to give Tristan a tight hug. “How are you feeling? I imagine this is super disorienting."
A contemplative sound escapes him. “I’m doing alright, I think. Thank you for checking on me.” He rolls and grabs his ‘glasses,’ placing them on his face; they only exaggerate his big green eyes, and it makes me smile.
“C’mon,” I say, tossing blankets back, “Let’s go bake something.”
