Page 58 of All Saints Day
“What do you need, my sweet omega?” I growl, rocking backward—his cock head slipping against my tight slit.
“I need your lock.” He almost gasps as I allow the tip of his hardness to sink into my tight heat.
“That’s not all you need, is it—you greedy boy.” One of my hands curves from Q’s hip, around his lower back to cup one of his wonderfully sculpted ass cheeks.
Quentin gulps down a moan as I continue to sink down on his length, his slick asshole pulsing as I take him deeper inside.
“N-no.” He blushes—the wet slurping noises coming from Dennis becoming louder and louder as he adds another finger to his own tight hole, his leaking precum shining on his twitching cock—gripped tight in his fist as he jerks faster andfaster.
“Tell me what you need, baby,” I moan as I seat myself fully on Q’s cock—Seb already in motion with anticipation.
“I want Seb to knot my ass while you lock me,” Q finally whines in desperation as he sees Seb stroking his dusky purple knot, coming into view as he moves on his knees toward us.
Caz moves backward to give us room.
Dennis is so focused on taking care of his own needs for the moment that he nearly jumps a foot into the air when Caz bends forward onto all fours and takes the tip of Dennis’ cock in his mouth.
All of us become a chorus of soft wet sounds and moaning as Quentin’s ass pulls Seb’s hard cock deeper inside inch by inch; me picking up speed as I begin to pace my ride.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck you both feel so good,” Quentin simpers as Seb and I put him through his paces.
Out of the corner of my eye, I catch the reflection in the tacky wooden Cheval mirror on the far side of the bedroom—Dennis helping Caz onto his hands and knees as Dennis begins to fuck Caz doggy.
“I want you to get Seb’s big knot in your tight little hole before I lock you—can you do that?” I pant—lifting myself nearly off of Q’s cock entirely before slamming myself back down on him to the hilt.
“Yes, Louie!” he moans, high and thready.
“I need you to give me all that sweet cum before Dennis stretches me with his big knot, can you do that?” I coo sweetly as Quentin grips my hips desperately.
“Oh god,” Seb groans as his knot strains at Q’s tight asshole.
“That’s right, boys, I want you to cum for me,” I growl, expanding my sigma aura over my fated mates.
Seb lets out a loud howl as his knot is sucked inside of Q’s tightness.
Quentin’s back bends like a bow as he arcs beneath me—the tip of his head knocking against my cervix before my lock tightensaround his cock—every curve, every rippling vein fitted like a glove by my clenching cunt.
My hips grind in jerky spasmodic movements as I watch Dennis relentlessly milk Caz’s prostate with his cock—pistoning in and out of Caz’s ass up to the knot as ropes of pearly cum shoot from Caz’s cock—bouncing free in the air.
Quentin goes limp beneath me as Seb partially collapses against my back—catching his breath as all of us resurface from the haze of climax.
“Jesu-Crist,” Seb pants, his forehead pressed to the nape of my neck as he struggles to stay upright on his knees—still knotted in Q’s ass.
When my eyes catch Dennis’ in the tall, thin mirror—I can see the fire there, the hunger.
He’s seen our rhythms—the way the Saints and I fit together; and now he’s ready for his turn.
Chapter 20
Dennis
Though it was certainly a worthy warm-up session, I’m more than ready when Louise’s lock finally releases Quentin.
As I move toward her in the sheets, the meeting of our bodies feels inevitable.
I pour myself over her—her body rising up off of the bed to mold against mine.
As soon as we touch, I can feel all the other Saints like the dancing of the aurora borealis; ethereal glowing lights that explode into splashes of color down the mating bond, as Louise’s mouth tears at mine.
