Page 94 of These Bonds that Unite Us
Nebula and I work in tandem to keep our girl on her feet and awake while we scrub her body clean and wash her hair. “Such a good girl,” he tells her as we dry her off. “Letting your Alphas take care of you. What do you want next, Omega? Food? Sleep?”
“You knot,” Omen whines, making grabby hands toward his dick. We both laugh, shaking our heads.
Yeah, our girl is a whole new beast when she’s in heat.
And we’ve loved every fucking minute of it.
Three days of non-stop sex is the most incredible form of torture. Muscles burning from the strain of the constant physical activity, I can’t help but wonder how single alpha/omega pairings ever survive a heat. If I didn’t have my packmates to tap in when Omen started to wear me out, I would be in trouble. We’d both be dehydrated and starving.
And the mess, oh Fates the mess this nest would be in if one of the four of us wasn’t clear-headed enough to change the sheets every once in a while.
“Eat,” Nebula growls. He’s holding out a fork loaded with pasta, but Omen refuses. She keeps reaching for his cock instead, but he bats her hand away. “You aren’t touching me until you eat.”
Tears line my sweet girl’s eyes, a whimper slipping through her lips. We all learned very quickly how in touch with her emotions Omen’s omega is. She’s quick to burst into tears when she doesn’t get her way, something our girl will be mortified to hear when she’s back to her usual self after the heat.
“If I let you sit on Cal’s cock, will you eat?” he relents. Omen’s head nods rapidly. She doesn’t wait for Neb’s permission, she scrambles over and climbs on our beta’s lap, taking him inside of her with one quick drop of her hips.
Callisto moans, burying his head against her shoulder. His hands dig into her waist when she tries to move. “Naughty Omega,” he mumbles thickly. “Stop trying to get us both punished.”
My sweet beta has struggled through this heat. Not physically, but mentally. He doesn’t like looking into our girl’s eyes and not seeing all of her there. Despite his issues, he’s been the most attentive to her non-sexual needs out of all of us. Making sure she showers and eats. He even made her brush her teeth, something I never would have thought of.
“Bite,” Nebula demands, pressing the fork against her lips. She lets them part, accepting the food. They continue like that for several minutes. With Omen trying to ride Cal, my songbird protesting her disobedience, and Nebula feeding her between verbal reprimands.
Finally, my alpha gives up. “Ride your beta, Omega, while Nexus works his cock into your ass.”
Fuck. Yes.
I knee walk across the bed and kneel behind her, gathering slick to coat myself. We’ve fucked enough over the past few days she doesn’t need stretched. Her body is ready for me.
Inching inside of her, I press kisses along her shoulders until I find the side of Callisto’s head. He turns and I press my lips to his, dipping my tongue inside and tasting his woodsy scent. Damn, do I love this pack.
Large hands settle on my hips, stilling me as soon as I bottom out. Omen protests, trying to shift but she’s caught between us. Titan’s spicy scent fills my senses as he leans against my back. Nebula parallels him, crowding Callisto on the other side.
Oh Fates, are we about to make a double stuffed Omen sandwich?
When I feel the head of Titan’s cock prodding at my back entrance, I bite back a curse. This is going to be so fucking epic. He slips inside. The burn from the stretch feels amazing. It takes a herculean effort to not push my knot in my gorgeous girl’s ass and flood her with my come.
Both of the larger alphas take turns thrusting, pushing me further inside of Omen each time Callisto retreats. Meeting each of Titan’s thrusts is difficult with the five of us pressed so close together, but I try my hardest. Shallow jerks of my hips are all I can manage, but the added pressure of my thrusts has both Omen and Callisto falling over the edge.
We don’t stop, pushing both of them higher. It’s a slow build, a crawl instead of a sprint, but I have a feeling this may be our most explosive release yet.
“Look at our perfect Omega,” Nebula grunts, “Dick drunk and full of her mate’s cum. Do you need us to fill you again, Babygirl? Make sure you’re so full we’ll be leaking out of you for days?”
A guttural moan rattles Omen’s chest with each filthy word Nebula speaks. She’s boneless against my chest, my hand spread between her breasts is the only thing keeping her upright. Her skin is cooler to the touch now, though still much hotter than normal. We’re getting close to the end of her heat.
My tongue glides along the skin of her shoulder to her neck. I linger on Titan’s bite mark, lapping at it so he feels each spark of pleasure the attention sends through their bond. He grunts behind me, wrapping a palm around my throat and squeezing in warning.
Chuckling against Omen’s skin, I continue licking up her neck to her ear. Nipping at the soft lobe, I let each of my moans filter directly into her mind so she knows exactly how good they are making me feel.
I can’t wait to experience this when she’s not in heat. To hear her reactions without all-consuming need driving her instincts. The thought of Titan pulling out his ropes and using them on her–
My knot presses into her ass, swelling until Callisto and I can only grind against her. Spurt after spurt of my seed floods her, stealing the remaining energy from my body.
Sated and delirious, we rock between Titan and Nebula while they chase their releases. The warmth of Titan’s cum dripping out of me makes me sad. I love being knotted, but I also understand why he didn’t do it now. Having all five of us locked together would make laying our girl out on the bed a hell of a lot more difficult.
“Sleep,” Nebula whispers to Callisto, pressing a kiss against his temple. He repeats the same sweet gesture as he helps me shift Omen to her side. My eyes are already closing when I feel his lips against my skin. The quiet mumbling of his conversation with Titan helps me drift into a peaceful, satisfied sleep.
We really are the luckiest pack in the world.
