Page 37 of Pack’s Prize
How thefuckhad Theo had this at the party and then been able to walk out afterward as if nothing had happened?He was a stronger alpha than I if that were any indication of his self-control–
Or maybe not:
“Ah, ah!” he gasped from somewhere beside the bed. “Merde, Elias, fuck, wait, I don’t want to come yet–”
He wouldn’t. He wouldn’t dare.
That was for Ava, every drop needed to quench an omega in heat’s insatiable thirst; we would come early, and often, and copious, until she was sated.
We–our cocks, our come, our sweat, our very blood–we were hers.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-SEVEN
Theo
“Fuck, wait,”I cursed, pulling my cock from Elias’s mouth, squeezing the head tight enough to hurt. My balls were tight and heavy, my legs nearly shaking with the need to come. The other alpha leaned in towards me again–chasing the taste of the omega whose scent had filled Michael’s room with the heavy sweetness of sex. “Wait, damn it,” I said.
Elias finally got the message, sitting back on his heels. His own cock–huge and purple, and I knew it would be as hard as a tree trunk–stood erect between his thighs.Fuck.He was so big–I wanted to watch him please the omega almost–almost–as much as I wanted to take her again myself. The gallery now seemed a distant memory when faced with the Ava I saw in front of me now, her face screwed up with pleasure and need at once. Michael’s fingers weren’t enough.
“Do you want alpha’s cock?” I asked her. I stroked my own, once, and watched as her eyes found it, her tongue darting out between her lips. “His fingers aren’t enough for you, are they, omega?” I heard Michael groaning, the sound muffled against her skin. “You need his cock, his knot, want him to fill you up–”
Her eyes rolled back as she came again, and then it happened fast: Michael sat back on his heels, flipping Ava over onto her hands and knees as if she weighed nothing, her skirt around her waist exposing her round, creamy ass. He plunged into her, holding onto her hips as she moaned and writhed on his cock, working her hips against him even as he snapped his own into her body.
“Shit,” Elias swore from beside me, his hand tight on his cock, squeezing the base.
“Alpha,” she moaned, “please, please!”
Elias glanced at Michael, whose eyes were fixed on the place where his cock fucked in and out of Ava, then looked at me, silently asking for permission. “Don’t look atme, Elias,” I said, “ask her.”
“Yes, fucking–yes,” she said, without waiting for the question, and Elias moved in closer, sliding onto the bed in front of her, sitting against the headboard with spread legs as she strained forward to take him in her mouth. They moaned in unison as her lips stretched wide around his cock, sinking down along his shaft.
“Oh, god,” Elias said, his voice shaky. “Oh, oh,ohh–”
His face screwed up with pleasure as Ava swallowed around his crown, and I watched his abs contract as he came hard into her mouth, down her throat. He’d been so close to the edge just from sucking my cock, just from tasting her there, just from being in the presence of this omega. A shadow of regret passed over me, that we had kept this from him for all these years, Michael and I, but then she sank down deeper, and Elias groaned again, and I couldn’t think any longer.
Michael… His cock was growing larger, the base of his shaft swelling even as I watched, as it slammed into her wet entrance, stretching her wide around his knot. She moaned around Elias’s cock, still hard, slipping in and out of her mouth as Michael pressed into her, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
Finally, he caught and held, and a low growl filled the air. Michael’s.
And I understood, for the first time, that what we were doing here wasn’t fucking an omega as part of a misguidedmutually beneficial agreement,it wasn’t fulfilling some medical need she had, that she could just as easily fill with an anonymous alpha at the Heat Center or even at Ardor.
No.
As Elias reached down to stroke her hair sweetly, eyes shining, and Michael caressed her ass in a way that was more intended to soothe than to rouse, I knew.
We were here to take care of our omega.
Ours.
* * *
Later,much later, after Michael’s softened knot had gone down and slipped from her, making her whimper, I pushed my own desperate cock inside. We lay curled like two moons on the bed, my hips thrusting deep into her as she rocked back against me. We’d carefully undressed her earlier, peeling ruined cream silk from her heat-damp skin as she ground against Michael’s knot, milking his release from him, and now my hands trailed across her hip, her thigh, down between her legs where I found her wet with slick and Michael’s come. She twisted to look back at me, and when I kissed her, she tasted of cedar and musk: Elias. I delved deep into her mouth with my tongue, the familiar flavor tasting sweeter from her mouth, infinitely more delicious when it was on her lips. My fingers teased at her clit, drawing circles around the swelling, spiraling tighter and tighter, then looser as we kissed, until she was whimpering and pushing back against my cock.
“Please, alpha,” she gasped, as I trailed my sticky fingers from her clit to one breast, tugging gently at the nipple, rolling it between my thumb and forefinger. Her begging was unnecessary; I could feel the tight tingle of my knot building already, the burning pressure of it as it swelled along my shaft, the resistance as it slipped from her warm, wet velvet walls and as I fucked it into her once again.
I dropped my hand from her breast to her belly, wanting to feel my cock against her skin as it pushed into her, feel my release fill her as Michael’s had, as Elias’s had, and, letting my instincts and imagination take control, to feel as we caught, somewhere deep inside, and made her body swell and ripen like the grapevines she smelled of, growing round like a fruit ready to burst. I wanted to drink her sweet wine, her milk, her slick, her sweat–
“Yes, alpha,Theo, alpha,” she moaned, as I spilled into her, slow and heavy, my balls tight underneath my thick knot, her body hot and wanting, wringing every last drop from my cock as it twitched and burned and poured into her, my hand on her belly, stroking and kneading the soft, soft skin.