“Relax,” Master Pillar says, his lips right by my ear. “Use your throat, Miss Marvel.Swallow.”
My eyes widen, but I do what he says, my insides seeming to burn as I take Craze’s ecstasy into my body.
It’s intense.
And he tastes so amazing.
I… I… Iscreamas I follow him into oblivion, my world seeming to dissolve into a series of orgasmic waves.
My instincts take over, my throat working around Craze while Krolic pleasures me below.
Breathing no longer matters.
Just this. The pleasure. The darkness. Craze’s exquisite essence. Krolic’s tongue. Master Pillar’s deep voice.
“Fucking beautiful,” he tells me. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Graves, I’ve never come so hard before in my life,” Craze adds, sounding wrecked. “And I’m still fucking hard.”
Krolic growls against my clit, his fingers still moving in and out of me. “She’s ready.”
“Ready for what?” I ask as I release Craze from my mouth.
“Ready to take our knots,” Master Pillar tells me, a sinful twinkle in his brown gaze. “We’re going to fuck you, Miss Marvel. And show you what it means to be well and truly knotted.”
CHAPTER TWENTY
KROLIC
Ailsa doesn’t immediately reactto Catum’s words, instead going still as she digests what he’s just said.
“You’re not in heat yet,” I tell her. “So this isn’t about breeding, Ailsa. This is about showing you who we are together. Teaching you about Alpha and Omega dynamics.”
If she says no, we won’t push her.
But this does feel like the best way to demonstrate our future together.
Oh, it’ll be about a lot more than fucking. However, we’re sexual beings. It’s important for her to understand what that means. To understand who she really is in this world.
Omegas are sensual beings, and they love being taken care of by their Alpha mates. That very much includes sensual needs, in addition to a myriad of others.
Though, this is the basis of our connection, how our bodies interlock and thrive together in moments of pleasure.
“Knotting you also doesn’t make this permanent,” I add. “This isn’t the mating ceremony.” That… is a rather primal event. One I hope to experience soon. But that’s not today’s purpose. “We value your consent, Ailsa. And while we’llabsolutely enjoy knotting you, this isn’t about taking your choices away.”
Craze snorts. “I don’t need the primal ceremony to devote my life to her. After that blow job, I’m forever worshipping at her altar. Consider me yours for eternity, gorgeous.” He almost sounds drunk. Not that I can blame him. I feel the same way after feasting from her cunt.
She’s fucking delicious and still dripping down my chin.
I move my fingers inside her again, my lips brushing her swollen clit.
She moans in response, the first sound she’s made since Catum informed her of our intentions to knot her.
“Will you let us show you what it means to be knotted, Ailsa?” I ask against her damp flesh. “It’ll be a first for all of us.”
Because we’ve never been with an Omega.
“Betas and other Alphas can’t take a knot,” Catum elaborates. “Only Omegas can, which makes you even more precious to us.”
