Azane’s slender hands wrap around my chest, pulling me back and up.
Suddenly, she strikes, her teeth in my neck, the pain sharp and pleasurable. My eyes close as I circle my hips over Tristan’s cock. He whimpers in pain as Ink purrs, and I assume he has been bitten too.
Sure enough, when Azane releases me, and my eyes open tiredly, a tiny dribble of blood drips down Tristan’s neck. I drop and lap at it before digging my teeth into his shoulder muscle. Inken urges him to bite me too, and at that, his flat, human teeth land between my ear and shoulder. Groaning in pleasure, my cock pours seed out between our stomachs.
Ink’s hand buries in my hair as soon as Tristan releases me and I rock harder on Tristan’s cock as my other alpha claims my neck.
I am a mess, physically and emotionally. My alphas understand. Both Tristan and I are rolled and taken care of, the love flowing from them palpable. A flicker of guilt hits, that I am not helping care for Tristan, but it passes quickly as my alphas purr.
I am encouraged to my knees.
“Once more, my good boy,” Inken purrs in my ear. “Seed our omega. I want to meet our kit, my love.”
Her hand is around my aching cock, pressing my tip to Tristan’s wet, ruined hole. I shove in hard, balls tight and swollen already. I watch blearily as Azane feeds Tristan her cock and bends to bite him over his nipple. His body arches up, and the pheromones of my pack do me in, even as Ink’s cock presses into my asshole. I cry out loudly, desperate, as I pound my omega, whilst our alpha fucks me hard.
We all seem to explode simultaneously, Tristan’s adorable mess splattering across his belly, while Azane and I feed Tristan our seed and my hole receives Ink’s pleasure.
The world seems to stop existing for a few heartbeats; only my pack exists. My pack, our pleasure, our warm room smelling of milkousa, our nest soft and welcoming. We collapse in a puddle, our bodies intertwined.
As our breathing settles, I see Tristan’s eyes open, the green of his irises intense in the dim light.
Suddenly, a heavy thump hits the nest. The alphas jump, but quickly settle. It’s Basil, and he’s purring in the loud, angry manner of cats. Tristan’s hand flounders outward, seeking him. Basil immediately curls into Tristan, even as the rest of us are snuggled up.
“That settles it,” Ink says lowly, “No cats allowed in the room when we’re fucking.”
Tristan chuckles weakly, and his arm curls around Ink’s neck, gently pulling her for a kiss. Azane and I laugh quietly, exchanging a pleased look, our happiness at our pack obvious.
Epilogue
Tristan
“Sit down!” Ink barks.
Quickly, I pull my hand off my lower back. “I’m fine.”
She crosses to me, sliding behind me and running a hand to my now-swollen belly. “That’s my kit in there, omega, so you’ll do as told.”
“I just want to finish this last batch of muffins!” I protest, but Zilas enters the room and pulls the mixing spoon out of my hand.
“I got it, cutie, you go rest. You need to be on your game for opening day tomorrow,” he says, flashing me his winning grin.
I huff. “I’m not even that big yet! Barely have a bump,” I grumble as I head to the library nook.
But sitting sounds nice. And Idoneed to be well-rested for tomorrow. I curl up with a pair of translator glasses and an Adrethian book, a genre they call “humor” but is more akin to splatterpunk with the occasional joke thrown in.
The growly snarl that is the Celnoe cats’ purr drifts down, and Basil jumps from an upper shelf. He climbs right on top of me, making biscuits gently on my belly. He settles quickly.
I read for perhaps a span, warm, comfortable, and content.
Suddenly, a voice asks, “Is that safe?”
Azane, coming around the corner, sounds terrified as she nods to Basil laying on my stomach, snoozing happily.
I chuckle, stroking Basil’s green fur. He’s getting huge, but my pack has assured me he’s not full grown yet. He’s about the size of a spaniel currently.
“It’s fine, doesn’t hurt,” I answer.
“Well, between your growth and that cat’s, he’s gonna have to learn to sleep somewhere else,” she says quietly, sitting near me. “How are you feeling, omega?”
