“Just okay?” Charm says, tilting her face up.
“Yes,” she says, somehow pouting harder.
Henri squeezes the back of her neck and commands, “Tell us what’s wrong.”
“Your knots aren’t in me anymore,” she whines.
The three of us laugh but quickly stifle it when Hestia glares at us.
“We’ll get you more knots soon,” Charm says.
“You were so perfect for us. Such a good omega,” Henri soothes her.
Cato pushes between them, rubbing his face against her neck.
Hestia melts in their arms.
“You took us so well, but we need to make sure you’re feeling okay. We wouldn’t be good alphas if we didn’t,” Charm says.
“Are you sure you’re ready for more?” Henri asks.
She nods and says, “I’m ready. I can do it, alpha.”
I grip my cock hard so I don’t lose it at hearing Hestia trying to convince us we should knot her.
“You want more of our come, don’t you, omega?” Charm says, and she nods again, panting.
“You did so good taking three of us,” Henri says, petting her hair. “Do you think you can handle Magnus?”
Hestia looks at me, or more accurately, my cock.
“Need more,” she whimpers.
She looks so good like this, hungry for us. I thought Hestia looked perfect when we went skating and decorated the station and—all the time, really. But I love seeing her like this too, still sweet and so needy.
Charm and Henri lay her on the mattress and pull Cato away. He growls but moves back. He’s already rubbing his cock, so obviously isn’t too upset about being denied for now.
Hestia watches me crawl to her, eyes riveted on my dripping cock.
She parts her legs, putting her feet flat on the mattress and bringing her knees up so I have a clear view of her messy pussy.
I groan, wishing I could sink into her now, no easing into it, just pushing in and telling her to take it.
But I stop just short and spread her legs even wider, watching as my packmates’ come trickles out. She’s covered in it, from the last spurts of Cato’s come decorating her face to Orion coming on her chest, along with everything on her lower half.
Hestia whines when I continue to stare without touching her.
“Are you going to be a good omega for me?” I say.
She nods eagerly.
“Then don’t rush me. Unless you think you can take this with no warmup?” I say, grabbing my cock.
She whines again and reaches for it. I slap her pussy just hard enough to get her attention. Hestia jolts and stares at me wide-eyed. Her perfume blooms around us and fresh slick glistens on her lips.
“I didn’t say you could have it yet,” I say.
“But I want it, alpha,” she says, pouting again.
