Page 25 of Manix
Naja only hesitated for a second before continuing up the spiral staircase. Gatlin followed us up, and I knew it was for the same reason I took her up. I wanted to see if she liked the nest, if we were good providers. The Alpha Beast inside me was beginning to batter at its constraints.
When she got to the top, she gasped. This time I didn’t bother trying to control my grin. I knew what it looked like. Fairy lights provided soft lighting, only enhanced by the huge round window on the far wall. It was just a mound of pillows and blankets of different sizes, shapes and textures, all piled into a sunken bed, like a pool, but with pillows instead of water. A padded window seat ran along the wall, as well as some pretty antique chairs toward the back. We’d put a tiny fridge up here for when the sex marathons happened; dehydration was a killer. It looked like a cozy paradise, but as I watched Naja’s eyes drift around, I could spot the exact moment she noticed the gold eyelets that were hooked into the raised edges of the bed. Then the ones in the cross beams of the ceiling. Or that the ledges were the perfect height to bend someone over to fuck. It was comfortable and dirty as hell if you knew what you were looking at.
When she realized it, her cheeks went pink and her scent bloomed around the room. I groaned and turned around, squeezing my dick hard. Fuck. I needed to have a serious word to my cock because if he went this hard every time she so much as thought something dirty, I was going to die of lack of oxygen to the brain.
Raiden growled low in his throat. If my Alpha was wild, his Omega was nearly uncontrollable. It was a testament to the kind of man that Raiden was that he’d contained himself so far. The scent of a female Omega was like a drug to a male Omega. I watched his stiff shoulders as he stopped himself from launching at her.
We were fighting the inevitable, but I wanted to give her time. Let her settle in, to be comfortable.
Raiden whined. “Naja...” He gasped, buckling over, physically in pain. To him, the scent of her need would be like having your balls in a vice.
She turned her eyes to me and Gatlin. “What’s wrong with him?” she said, anxiety bleeding into her words.
I stepped forward, pulling Raiden back into my chest, tipping his head to the side with my cheek and biting the muscular column of his throat. It was primitive and primal, but it was satisfying something he needed.
It was Gatlin who answered Naja. “Your need is like a physical ache to him. He needs to, uh, copulate with you in some way. Even a taste of your slick would ease the need.”
She blinked at him. “He needs to eat me out to stop feeling like he’s being kicked in the balls?”
Gatlin just shrugged. “Essentially.”
“And he won’t feel one hundred percent better until…?”
Gatlin cleared his throat. “Until he’s fucking you. If you aren’t ready to impregnate him, condoms work to stop the extraction.”
She was shaking her head, but not like she was saying no. More like she was befuddled by Manix physiology. I got it; it was kinda weird. Even in nature, there was only one species where the male became pregnant and gave birth. Seahorses. But we were nothing like seahorses, and even their biology differed to ours.
Naja rolled her shoulders and grinned. “Well, call me Saint Naja, because if giving me oral sex makes him feel better, I count that as a win for us all.”
I gaped, my arms dropping to my sides in shock. But that was the only invitation Raiden needed. He pounced, taking her down to the soft cushions of the nest. She gasped, and I got ready to pull them apart if she needed it, but she giggled as his hair tickled her face.
It was happening, and I didn’t know who was more excited.
Me, or my dick.
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Naja
Icouldn’t help but laugh as Raiden tried to lick and kiss every inch of my skin all at once. He was murmuring something under his breath, and I only picked up every other word between the kisses. Beautiful and perfect seemed to be prevalent, as well as how good I smelled, so I generally assumed it was basically all an ode to how amazing I was, which made me laugh as well.
All mirth left me though when he pushed up my shirt and began tasting his way across my skin. Wherever his mouth missed, his hands ran. It was like he was trying to consume me whole. His greedy hands pulled down the cups of my bra, exposing my breasts to the warm air. My nipples were achingly hard, and when he wrapped his lips around one, I nearly ratcheted in half. Everything was just… more. I was more sensitive, the pleasure was more intense, and my need was more urgent than ever before. I moaned and spread my thighs wider, grinding against his torso.
“Raiden...” I gasped as he bit my nipple, and he chuckled happily, moving down my body, tugging frantically at my yoga pants. When they didn’t peel down easily, he growled low, tugging harder. A set of hands appeared in between us, and I looked up into Gatlin’s golden eyes. He spread his huge hands, lifting my ass with one and tugging down my pants with the other, but he didn’t take his gaze from mine. As soon as my pants hit the floor, all three of the guys groaned. Raiden dropped his forehead to my abdomen, his back heaving with deep breaths. I reached down and gripped his hair, tilting his head back so he was looking at me.
“Okay?”
He nodded, but his pupils were blown out. Grinning, he dove between my thighs andholy shit.His tongue was everywhere, flicking across my clit, sliding down my slit. He ate me like he was starving, and I didn’t think I’d ever be able to have oral sex with anyone else ever again.
Then he sucked my clit between his lips and thrummed. He vibrated my damn clit with his lips, and I screeched an unholy noise like I was dying and came all over his face. I gripped his hair in my fist and rode his face. The whole time he continued to vibrate.
I was not ready for this. Orgasms like this were life-altering and if this was just the foreplay, how was I ever going to recover from full-blown sex with these guys?
Finally my orgasm subsided, and Raiden looked up at me, the expression on his face full of smug satisfaction, and his cheeks shiny with my release.
“Done?” he asked softly, and I nodded. Then he grinned and pushed back between my thighs again, stroking me to one more orgasm before I passed out, resembling a pile of mush.
I woke up in a bed,surrounded by pillows and covered in a soft blanket. I rocketed upright, wracked with guilt. Fuck, I’d passed out without a thought of leaving my kid with these guys. I was the worst parent ever.
