Page 32 of Feral: Part Two
“Just getting you ready, sweetie. I want them to see what they’ve been neglecting and have no choice but to do something about it.”
My hips buck forward as I try to steel myself, but the suction of his lips is too much to resist. Not to mention I’ve been neglecting my own needs, pushing me toward the edge just as he sits back. He looks up at me, an evil twinkle in his eyes, before struggling to his feet.
“Preston, this… I…” My head falls back, my lips parted on a moan when he reaches down and strokes me just once, cum flooding the panties of the one piece. It coats the fabric and Preston’s hand, my beautiful Omega dragging his fingers to his mouth a second later. That only makes me hard all over again, Preston pushing me toward the door.
“The moment they smell you, they won’t be able to resist.”
I’m torn between wanting to strip the clothing off and crawl back into my den and presenting myself to my mates, to see what they’ll do. Nervously, I swallow and waddle toward the kitchen, feeling dirty and wet and aroused all at the same time. The fabric pulls at my cock, the thin strap of the panties along my ass stimulating my need.
I can hear the low murmur of conversation from the living room, but whatever the Alphas were talking about stops abruptly as we appear.
The silence that follows is deafening. I can feel their eyes on me, taking in every detail of how I look in Preston's lingerie. Theheat in their gazes is immediate and overwhelming, making my skin flush further with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal.
"Jesus Christ, if you wanted to get fucked, little Omega, all you had to do was ask," Kael purrs as he reaches for me. My need overrides my embarrassment as I rush toward him, his strong hands gripping my waist as he drags me onto his lap. The solid warmth of his body presses against my back, his arms wrapping around me, one hand resting on my pregnant belly, the other sliding down to feed into my panties from the side. “Oh, did Preston get you ready for us? Jesus Christ, you’re wet.”
A whine rumbles through me as I wiggle in his arms, his large hand wrapping around my length before he strokes me a few times. More slick floods the lace, coating Kael’s sweatpants until I’m just a damp, whimpering mess. My pride takes a backseat to my need as I let him take control, Kael reaching down to pull his pants down below his cock.
He lifts me and then fills me in one smooth, relentless thrust after dragging my panties to the side, the fabric still covering my cock. I let out a full moan as I hold onto my pregnant belly, feeling the stretch and the fullness as he enters me. Kael leans back slowly, until we're horizontal with the couch. I can feel every inch of him inside me, the overwhelming and intense sensation and exactly what I need.
"What are you doing?" I gasp at the change in gravity.
Kael grins, his lips pressed up against my ear. "Preston mentioned he had a bit of a surprise and that we needed to get our heads on straight. I didn’t know this is what he meant, but Slate, we're going to stuff you like you need," he murmurs, his voice sending shivers down my spine. "We’re going to make up for the last day or two and then we’re not going to make that mistake again."
I twist my head to look over at Preston, who’s curled up on the couch across the living room, a shy smile on his face. I want tohate that Preston had to kick our pack into gear, but the absolute desire in their eyes when they saw me tells me that they want this. That people make mistakes. That if they didn’t want me, I would still be in the fucking pool house, not here, stuffed on Kael’s double-knotted cock, being promised a lifetime of more.
His first knot is already expanding, locking us together, keeping me from moving. My breath hitches as Malik comes over, a smirk on his face. "You're already slick and ready for us, aren't you?" he teases, his eyes glinting with amusement and lust. "God, you're worse than Preston."
My eyes widen as he dips into his pants to pull out his own length, his tongue coating his lips as he stares down at me.
“Preston knows what the lace does to us and now both of you, all dressed up and pretty like this? God, you’re perfect, Slate.Just perfect.” He strokes himself a few times, squeezing the knot at the tip of his cock as he steps closer. “I never meant to neglect you and fuck, I want to feel you squeezing me again, babe.”
A needy whimper leaves me as I gush around Kael’s knot inside of me, Malik already stretching me out further when his tip breaches my hole.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan, my fingers digging into my belly at the change in pressure. The slick makes it an easier slide, but it’s still tight; Malik’s knot already swollen, making it an even tighter stretch. “I’m going to come. I need to come.” I reach down, trying to pull my panties fully to the side to release my cock, but Malik stops me, his fingers tangling with mine.
“I want to see you become a mess, Slate. I want you to see how much we want you because we haven’t been showing you that. I want you to know that after today, we don’t want you anywhere else than right here.” He thrusts forward, filling me completely, causing me to come a second time. The fabric fills with my release before it starts to spill down toward my ass and pool between my thighs. My cheeks flame at how dirty this is, Malikgrinning at my slight embarrassment. “Perfect. Now, we’re going to make you come again and then we’re going to knot you just the way you need.”
My nostrils flare at the implication as he pulls out and then spears back into me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Pleasure explodes through me as Kael and Malik fuck me in alternating thrusts, my cries morphing from whimpers to gasps and whines of pleasure. I had no idea it could feel this good. Even when Thane and Kael fucked me together, it was a matter of circumstance mixed with hate and need.
This, though… this isheaven.
They pull another orgasm from me, Malik breathing out ‘Come again’ as Kael nibbles on my ear. My head lolls to the side to see Thane walking up with his cock out in his hand. "Can you take one more, little omega?" Thane asks, his voice a low purr.
“Pres—Preston…”
“Wants to watch right now,” Preston finishes. I catch the sleepy grin on his face and wonder if he’s truly okay, but the surge of love through the bond has me returning my attention to Thane.
I slowly nod, my body already overwhelmed but craving more. “Don’t knot me,” I whisper. Even though I want it, I don’t want to freak out again, pinned without any way out between the three of them. “But after… I need…”
Thane feeds me his cock, the head pressing against my lips before I open my mouth, taking him in. “I will gladly fuck you after, little Omega.” His hand sifts into my hair as he pumps in and out of my mouth.
Kael wraps a gentle hand around my throat. "You look gorgeous like this," he murmurs, his voice a low growl. "All splayed out in front of us, needy and whining. I'm going to show Preston what he's in for after we're done with you, Slate. God, you feel like a glove around our cocks." His other hand movesto my belly, resting there possessively. "You're going to give us beautiful babies, aren't you?"
I squeeze around Kael and Malik's cocks, embarrassed by Kael's words because he doesn't usually do sweet. He's been sweeter over the past few days, and it's been a bit uncomfortable, throwing me off balance. Kael puts both hands on my belly now, fucking up into me a bit slower, his pace in direct contrast with Malik’s thrusts.
"I'm going to come again," I mumble around Thane's cock, the words slurred and desperate.
"Tap my hands if you need out because we're going to knot you, Slate," Kael warns.
