My eyes fill with tears.Damn hormones.I snuffle and Basil launches himself out of my arms to run around wildly again. As I avoid stepping on him, I cross to them, and both the alphas wrap their arms around me as Zilas snuggles up to my back.
“This is everything, everything I’ve ever wanted,” I say, my voice thick. Purrs surround me as Zilas sniffles and kisses my shoulder.
At that exact moment, Basil dive-bombs from an upper shelf onto the counter. Ink laughs, long and hard, and soon we’ve all joined in.
Chapter Fourteen
Zilas
The rest of the day passes quickly as we discuss plans, make lists of supplies—and menus, all of us wearing the translators so we can read each others’ lists. I stop and melt some zewlis cheese over bread with some herbs and a yrecen paste for dipping as an easy dinner, as both my omega and my alphas join happily in planning our pack endeavor for the community.
Tristan seems to be struggling a bit, going between squirmy and restless to daydreamy. I look at my alphas and they seem unconcerned, so I do not let myself worry for long.
The fact that I have alphas to look to, to trust to guide me, is absolutely intoxicating. I would do anything for them.
The kitten Basil runs about chasing dust in the air, and simply exploring his new home. Tristan is obviously in love with him already, picking him up and cuddling him in his arms several times.
But as the light of Iofane and Iorura gently brighten the kitchen, Tristan stands and paces the kitchen. Instead of returning to his spot as he had earlier, his hand goes to his cage, and he drops to his knees, lowering his face to the tile floor.
“Please,” he gasps out.
Ink jumps up and places her palm on his forehead. Her touch makes his eyes close in bliss and his hips shift back and forth.
“Yeah, it’s time,” she purrs.
I had gone up to Tristan’s rooms earlier and prepped extra blankets, lube and toys, and several pitchers of enhanced water, so I am confident we are prepared. Standing smoothly, I realize the scent of our omega in heat has my cock at attention. I can’t even imagine how my alphas feel.
My alphas purr praise at Tristan, encouraging him to his feet, and Inken scoops him up and takes the stairs easily. Azane and I follow.
When we enter his room, Ink has him in the nest and is undoing his harness. He whimpers and squirms, flat on his back and legs spread.
Azane strides to the side table and grabs her and Ink’s mechacocks. She drops her trousers and I watch her with a dripping cock as she spreads her legs, her blue pussy open, and inserts the stem inside herself, giving it a bit of a wiggle to get it in place. I can tell when it latches to her nerve endings because her eyes close and she fists her cock in pleasure.
Tristan moans loudly, and my gaze snaps back to him as Ink removes his cage.
“Sweet, needy little omega, you go ahead and release whenever you need, poor kitten. All worked up and hot. We’re gonna help. We’re gonna give your body what it needs.”
She grabs her cock and inserts it into herself. She looks at us, and we both step forward silently.
“What does he need?” I ask quietly, eyes on Tristan’s spread thighs as he whimpers, waiting.
“Your cock, sweetheart. Your seed,” Azane answers.
My dick drips at the implication. “Well, I have that,” I answer.
My alphas chuckle.
“Zilas is going to get you ready to take our alpha cocks, alright, kitten?” Inken purrs. “His cock is a bit smaller and has no knot, so you’ll have to wait for that, but I’ll rail your needy little ass as soon as Zilas seeds it.”
He whimpers, spreading his thighs wider, his tight little hole wet and ready.
I step forward, taking the lubrication from Ink. She’d told me that humans do not lubricate this hole naturally—which, while odd, is not a problem. I pour it down the length of my cock and stroke it around as I position myself over him.
I’m not going to last long, and I might be embarrassed if I was fucking my alpha, but I will not disappoint my horny omega. My job is to work open his ass and to seed him, in hopes of a kit. Whether he releases or not is of no import to the situation, though I do want him to be pleasured. But given his whining, I am guessing he won’t make it long either.
Tristan’s whine takes on an edge and I climb onto the bed between his wide-open legs.
“Hurry, Zilas, he’s hurting,” Azane urges gently.
