Page 14 of Forged Bonds

Oswald smirked. There would be some fuckery on his end, if his personality was the same as when he’d been a familiar. I had to imagine it was — he was the same damn person. Knowing Shan was hesitant about him and Caspian might be holding onto some of the discomfort around him in his familiar form, the wheels were turning in his mind. I couldn’t wait to find out what he came up with.

“Got it, boss,” Oswald said sarcastically.

He drew his hips back, leaving me woefully empty, before slamming back inside. His cock wasn’t as long as some of my mates, but it was thick. When he knotted me, I would be feeling it, because his knot might be the biggest of all of them. I clenched around him, moaning around Caspian’s length, and felt a hand in my hair.

Shan. He stared down at me with an arched eyebrow, asking if I was ready to have cock forced down my throat.

For Daddy, I was always ready.

I must have looked it, because he used his grip to move me so my eyes were trained on the ceiling. “Straddle her, Cas,” Shan demanded.

Caspian’s eyes widened. “Won’t she choke?”

“She can take it.”

“But—”

“Do you want a spanking?” Shan barked.

His thighs were straddling my torso a second later. “Sorry, Daddy,” Caspian said, his voice timid and needy.

When his cock parted my lips I took a deep breath and braced myself. I didn’t choke when he slid into me, his balls brushing my chin. It was when he pulled back and pressed in again that I sputtered a bit. Cas tried to pull back, but with my limited field of vision I saw Shan’s hands holding him in place. “Fuck her mouth until I tell you to stop, Cas. I want her messy by the time she’s begging for a knot.”

I noted he didn’t say Ozzy’s name specifically. Oswald snorted.“It’s like I’m not even here.”

“He’d rather you weren’t, but I’m pretty fucking happy with this.”

Being able to speak between our minds was helpful when I had my mouth full. Part of me wanted to try and go three for three — three cocks in three holes. It might be a bit early for the guys to be that intimate, though. Our pack was working out its kinks. We weren’t a pack in the traditional sense, like the ones the greedy Alpha elite had all but eliminated over the years. With those, the guys were tied together by a platonic bond before they brought in an Omega. In my case, I was creating my own pack, forcing the guys to get along or get out. Would bonds form like they had in original packs?

“Make sure you beg for my knot specifically when he asks you to use your words, little fin.”

If I’d been able to laugh, I would have. As it was, I sent my amusement back to him along the bond.

Caspian’s cock choked me repeatedly until there were tears in my eyes and I was ready to beg for a knot, because Oswald’s thrusts were nowhere near enough. Ozzy made me come with his fingers on my clit before I could find a way to free my mouth, and my moans set off another one of Caspian’s orgasms. He pulled out to let me swallow and recover, sliding back to hover over my stomach.

He didn’t realize how close it brought him to Oswald until the big man’s breath brushed his earlobe and he jumped about a foot in the air. “It’s almost like you’re presenting your ass to me right now.”

Shan growled, manhandling Cas onto the bed beside me. Worry pulsed through the bond from Em. Was there going to be a fight? Alpha pheromones were high while I was in heat. “What the fuck did I tell you about mentioning Caspian?” Shan demanded, kneeling on the bed almost chest to chest with Oswald.

There was something sexy about how intimidating he looked despite his nudity.

“You told me not to, but you’re notmyDaddy. Why should I listen to you? I thought you were an idiot when I was a cat, and my opinion hasn’t changed.”

Ozzy was taunting, Shan was seriously pissed, and my pussy was desperately clenching on Ozzy’s cock in need of something bigger to fill me. I whined and they both glanced down at me out of the corner of their eyes. A heated pause stopped all movement and action, both men trying to decide what was more important — pleasing their Omega, or continuing the argument.

When Oswald’s fingers grabbed Shan’s chin and jerked him forward, I realized he’d decided the answer was both.

Shan and Ozzy smashed together in what was possibly the hottest kiss to have ever existed in the entire universe. Twin growls rung out, followed by a soft gasp from Caspian. I didn’t tear my eyes away to see what he was doing, but I heard a gentle squelch. He was probably prepping his ass with spit, getting it ready for the beating it was about to take when Shan got Ozzy off of him.

Neither was trying too hard to stop the kiss. It was more of a battle for control, trying to see who would come out on top. With the hand not holding Shan in place, Ozzy grabbed my hips and held me in place so he could work his knot into me. My body opened eagerly for it, somehow especially aroused by the display of hate-arousal playing out in front of me.

Fucking typical. I thrived on hate sex, which might be the only reason I hadn’t tossed Shan to the curb ages ago.

I groaned when his knot was tightly stuffing me, my body singing. Ozzy’s grip on me tightened, his kiss with Shan growing more frantic. Clenching myself down on his length, I purred when he came with a grunt, hips rutting against me. My hand reached out to grab Shan’s cock and he jerked back from the kiss, leaving Oswald smirking. “Don’t talk to Caspian,” Shan grumbled, gaze flitting over to his mate and narrowing in.

Looking over, I found hewasprepping himself, three fingers penetrating his tight hole as he stared. At a look from Shan he stopped, flipping over onto his front and presenting his ass.

A sharp smack rang out, but it wasn’t Shan’s hand on his ass.

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