Page 32 of Rut Bar

“She’s going to taste even better when I fill her pussy up with cum, then sit her on your face,” Anthony promises.

“F-fuck.” God, I want that. I want to savor the both of them together, their pheromones mixing. Tart cherries and sweet orange. My hard beta and my harder omega. Seeing her mellow and sweeten after he makes her come will be so satisfying. “Yes. I want that.”

“But first,” he says, and I groan. “First, my darling, sweet alpha, I need something from you.” He lets go of my hair and my scalp aches, the pain adding to my pleasure as my orgasm swells and grows.

“Anything,” I pant, my balls so tight they feel like they’ll burst.

His grip is furiously tight and his pace is fast. He strangles my cock more than he tugs it. My knot begins to swell from every strike of the flat side of his fist against my groin as he jerks me off in Rut’s bathroom. I lick my lips and squeeze my eyes shut and focus on delaying my orgasm until he lets me come.

“You can have anything you want,” I promise.

“I need you to hold this glass.”

Surprise makes me open my eyes and I see the empty glass he holds out to me. I take it and frown, my mind too lust drunk to keep up with the sudden change in topics. “What do you want me to do with it?”

He nudges my hand and the glass lower and tilts it so my cockhead is pointing at its rim. “I want you to come. As much as you can. Fill it for your omega, alpha. Feed her.”

His words and his grip make me come undone. My control snaps like a broken rubber band and my hips buck up, forcing his grip lower so he squeezes me from knot to tip. Milking me. My knot swells with the first jet of cum, and we both stare as white ropes of semen coat the melting ice cubes and strike the walls of the glass. Everything pulses as bliss washes over me and Anthony crushes my knot with one hand and tugs my shaft with his other.

My cum covers the ice cubes like heavy cream.

She’s going to drink it. He’s going to give it to her, and she’s going to drink my cum and then a part of me will be inside her. Nourishing her in a way she obviously denies herself. He jerks me five more times until the pulsing eruptions slow and my knot is completely blown.

“That’s the most I’ve ever seen you come,” Anthony says, his voice impressed.

I pant and catch my breath, my low purr stuttering in my chest. “It’s her slick. She’s so close to her heat. It drives me crazy. IswearI can practically smell her right now.”

I’ve never summoned phantom smells of omega pussy from memory before. Is this because she’s mine? Is that why I can smell her so strongly right now? It’s like she’s here in this bathroom with us.

“Hmm.” Anthony scrapes the cool, smooth edge of the glass under my glans, and I grunt from the odd sensation. It’s weird, but not awful. “All right,” he says. “That’ll do it.”

“Do you really think she’ll want to drink it?”

Anthony shrugs. “What she doesn’t know won’t hurt her. Besides, it’s not really different from swallowing after a blowjob.”

My stomach squirms because that doesn’t sit right. “Are you sure? Shouldn’t you ask?” I’m pretty sure you’re supposed to ask for something like this.

“Vee needs it, but she’s too stubborn to admit it. She’s spent years suppressing all of her natural urges. Denying herself. Hurting herself in the process too. She forgets to eat. Works too much. Doesn’t take a single day off until she absolutely has to. Then she comes back from her heats as spitting mad as a wet cat. Why? Because she chooses safe alphas who don’t threaten her. Ones who will never be able to satisfy her. Not like we can. Like we will.”

“Hmm.” It’s true, but I still don’t know if it’s okay.

“She just needs a nudge in the right direction,” he adds. “Then it’s up to her to take that first step. And this is going to be our nudge. Besides, she needs the pheromones. She’s been starving herself of a scent match for years, and the toll that takes is awful. I read an article last week about pheromone rejection syndrome. It’s unpleasant stuff. Causes reduced fertility, sleep cycle issues, hair loss, weight loss, fainting, headaches… The list goes on. Being in such close proximity to a scent match for this long without acting on it isn’t good for her.”

“That’s bad.” I didn’t know I was hurting her by staying close. All I wanted was to see her pretty face every day. If I couldn’t have her, at least I knew she was okay.

“When was the last time you saw her laugh or have fun?” Anthony asks.

I rack my brain, but I can’t remember. “I don’t know.”

“Exactly. So think of it like medicine. We’re keeping our girl happy and healthy. When she’s feeling less stubborn for no damn good reason, she’ll take it right from the source. But for now, we’ll have to bottle it.”

I look down at the cum-covered ice in the glass. “That’s not a bottle, babe, that’s a glass.”

Anthony fights off a smile. “You’re right.”

Okay.“Can I watch?” I ask him.

My knot shrinks and my cock deflates. Without the heat and slick of an omega or fist, its inflation is brief. Will she ever let me knot her? I’m not opposed to begging. I like it, actually.

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