The sex toys will just have to do…
The dark grey walls are illuminated by the twinkling lights that hang around the perimeter of the ceiling when I finally walk through the cracked door. The base of the room is filled with tons of firm, waterproof pillows. We didn’t want to do a mattress, knowing it wouldn’t have been soft enough for ourfuture omega. Surrounding us are a countless amount of the fluffiest pillows known to man, some positioning pillows for later in the heat when the only thing we have energy to do is prop his ass up and knot him, and multiple blankets from fabrics that all seemed the same—the sweet beta at the heat store informed us otherwise. Abel and I walked out with so many bags that we had to make two trips to get them all back to the house.
Abel wasted no time getting cock deep in August while our sweet omega was begging for his knot. He didn’t knot him in the car, but I know coming helped relieve the cramps slightly until we could get him in his nest. Abel didn’t want to be knotted together in the car, or while carrying a naked omega up the driveway…
I sit at the edge of the nest, my feet still on the cold wooden floor, when I hear August’s sweet, heat-filled voice. “Alpha…” And at first, I think he’s whining to Abel for his knot, but when I turn to face them, my eyes lock on August’s.
They’re glowing green with desire, and I know I need to see them filled with tears while he’s choking on my knot.
I can tell Abel is already on the verge of coming, and with August whimpering the way he is he won’t be able to hold back much longer. The need to fill our omega is strong. Muttered words fall from August’s lips. “Knot, please, Alpha.”
Abel comes with a growl pressed all the way into his tight hole, ensuring his huge knot swells to stretch him even more. The sigh of relief from August has my purr kicking up in my chest, even from across the room. The sight of Abel stretching our greedy little omega, locked in and unable to move from their position, is causing my heart to swell to brand new levels.
Covered in slick and knotted to his liking, August’s head rolls back in pure bliss, and I know I can’t do a thing when I hear Abel growl, “You’re completing our pack, Little Omega. You’re mine. You’reours.”
“You can’t bite him, Abel; he doesn’t even know who we are. I know he smells so fucking good, but you can’t!” I crawl across the nest like I’m possessed, but it’s useless. There’s no stopping Abel now.
His teeth are already at August’s neck, marking him as ours—as his.
And all I can hope for is that he doesn’t hate us when he comes out of his heat.
As that fear washes over me first, the feeling of pure contentment follows, consuming the bond. And right behind that contentment, there is a whisper of August’s growing need to be filled with our knots and cared for by us. Even as Abel is still filling and claiming him, locked into place for the foreseeable future.
A fucked-up part of me is thankful Abel did it, so we can have insight into how August is feeling. He seems to be an omega that doesn’t like to speak a ton during his heat, and I can’t blame him there. If my body begged and pleaded for a knot, that’s all my mind would be thinking about.
Now that I’m right beside the two of them, I drag my hand over August’s beautiful face. His high cheekbones are flushed from his heat and the new mark of our bond on his neck, which Abel is busy running his tongue over in appreciation. Grabbing the other side of his neck, I growl into his ear, “This side is mine, Omega.”
His answering whimper is enough to have me pulling my cock from my boxers and getting up to my knees in front of August. Abel is back to peppering his neck and face with kisses wherever he can find a surface to place them. But I have August’s attention now.
“You got the knot you so desperately needed. Now I can see that pretty soul of yours, Omega. Are you back with us?” He gives me the slightest nod, and that’s enough. I lovingly bracketboth of my hands around his jaw, holding his face still so I can appreciate the masterpiece that is August, and I run my thumb along the seam of his plush lips. “Open.”
He listens beautifully, giving me a groan when his eyes finally land on my cock, and I watch with rapt attention as they flick to the base where my knot is already starting to swell, practically beating its own heartbeat at this point.
Like he’s trained to do so, his lips encase me, causing my head to fall back on my shoulders. His mouth is a fucking dream. The moan that leaves me is animalistic. If his mouth feels this good, I can only imagine the pure ecstasy Abel is in—knotted in his tight hole.
My hands drift up to the sides of his head, and I don’t even risk looking at him yet, knowing that it’ll have my knot swelling and me coming down his throat at an embarrassing rate. I grip his hair, forcing him to slow down on my cock, and grit out, “Fuck… you’re a greedy little omega, aren’t you?” I see Abel’s eyes flick to me and narrow in warning. He’s a fan of some degradation in the bedroom, but I know he’s worried about August not being into it.
This is also the same bastard who just bonded with an unknowing omega, so he can fuck right off.
With a tight jaw and a prayer down to the devil herself, I work up the courage to look at August, and my knot pulses a few times in warning, causing August’s eyes to fly up to mine. I brush my thumb over his cheek, and growl, “I need this image ingrained in my goddamn brain.” His eyes say everything for him. They’re begging—begging me to knot his mouth.
Is it smart?
No.
But who the hell am I to tell our needy little omega no?
I thrust in and out of his mouth as his tongue does some kind of magic on the underside of my cock. I’m about to embarrassmyself with how fast I’m going to bust down his throat. With his watering green eyes staring up at me, there’s absolutely no way I’m holding on any longer.
“My knot, Omega.”
He pulls off my cock just long enough to whimper, “Mmm, please, Alpha.”
And that’s it. I black out in lust pheremones—carmel, chocolate, and my sandalwood mixing into the essence of the room.
Us.
Our pack.
