“Oh yes, alpha, thank you. Use my body, please, love.”
The sounds of my aleron and I fucking our sweet packs’ holes fills the room and I am so incredibly blissful at the realization that this is our life now, our family, our home.
“Fuuuuck,” Azane purrs as she releases.
Zilas whimpers and I hear his seed hit the floor. I fuck him rougher, chasing my release. It hits me hard, and I close my eyes silently, allowing the waves of pleasure to flutter through my body.
“When my knot releases, you’re to clean me with your tongue,” Azane says.
I slide out of Zilas and remove my mechacock, tossing it in the sink for cleaning.
He stands and turns, mouth finding mine. I kiss him deeply and thoroughly, making sure he knows how loved and treasured he already is.
When our lips part, I keep my arms around him, stroking his hip, as I turn to Tristan still locked.
“Now, about these mating bites,” I say, “The marks upon an alpha are known as Zatura’s marks. The bite heals, leaving a silvery scar. It’s Goddess-blessed. Betas can mark and be marked too, so Zilas will also bite you. And we’ll bite Zilas.”
He makes a sound in his throat, and his arms tighten around me.
Had he thought we might not mark him?I think sorrowfully.
Perhaps I am not doing a good enough job showing him how important he is to us.That needs to change.
“We’ll need to mark you during your heat. But we asked permission ahead of time because you will not be fully in your right mind during your heat.”
Azane adds, “Yes, you’ll be the wettest, neediest little slut, begging for your hole to be filled constantly, your tiny cock erect and making a mess over and over.” She lets out a groan, “I’m shrinking, you’ll be free soon. You did such a wonderful job, omega.” She tucks his red hair back behind his ear.
Her cock wetly slides out of his mouth. He blinks lazily, licking his lips. He runs his little pink tongue up and over cock.
He whimpers as he cleans her, and I chuckle.
“No release for you. I want you to be a needy mess, eager and obedient.”
Chapter Twelve
Azane
When I wake at starrise, as is my wont, I stretch, reveling in the smell of my pack. In the touch of their flesh on mine in the pack nest.
Zatura blessed indeed.
The quiet orange light kisses Tristan’s pale flank, his black harness as supple as his freckled flesh.
As I stare, my cunt wets.I want him again.I sniff deeply. He must be closing in on his heat. And I couldn’t be happier for it.
Inken grumbles, rolling towards me, ever attuned after so many years together.
As her deep gray eyes open, they fly to Tristan and Zilas first, ensuring their safety. My heart swells at my pack mate, who is another strong alpha to care for our pack.
Only then does she look to me.
“Good morning baby,” she gets out roughly.
I lean in, kissing her, and her hand laces into my loose hair. Our tongues dance and I make a noise deep in my throat.
She chuckles. “Does my darling aleron need to be bent over and railed like a good little slut?”
I laugh and growl at the same time. “Yes. But not right now.I wanted to—”
