Things had spiraled out of control as I pumped inside her, my body pressed along hers, her teeth on my chest, not breaking the skin but the promise making me roar. I could mate her right now, make her mine, make her ours.We could be a Pack, a proper one,the voice of my Beast at the back of my mind begged.
But then there was a hand between us, and then a face. Beckett’s eyes were wild, but his face was pulled into serious lines. “Woah, woah, Omegas. No biting,” he murmured in a rough voice. He said it, but he was eyeing those cute little crescent marks on my shoulder with so much longing that it didn’t take a genius to know where his head was at.
While my mind acknowledged the command, I shook it off quickly as I fucked her harder and harder. I wanted to tattoo my cock inside her body; I wanted to be one with her. I wanted everything. She came again, her scream echoing around the room.
Something shifted inside me, and I knew. I knew my body was trying to take her eggs, trying to draw them into my body. Trying to make cubs with my evolutionary counterpart.
I dropped her torso—I hadn’t realized I’d been clutching her close to my chest as I fucked her—and pulled out, with a mammoth display of willpower I hadn’t been sure I even possessed until that moment. My Beast keened, the sound leaving my chest so heartbreakingly mournful.
So damn close, the Omega inside me whined, but the man was adamant that now wasn’t the time.
Maybe one day, but not like this.
“Finish her,” I growled at my Alphas, writhing as my body clenched at nothing, like a fucking phantom sneeze. The urge was an ache, but there was no completion. No nothing.
Both Alphas jumped into action, Corvin launching toward me. His hands were all over my body, trying to ease the yearning that was riding me worse than I’d ever felt it. It was like my body was both hot and cold, aching and languid. The yearning was such a contradiction, a painful one at that. His hand went down to my dick, dragging his rough palm across my cock still coated in Kitten’s slick, making the slide smoother. I closed my eyes, leaning back against my Alpha.
“You did so fucking good, Omega. So good. I’m proud of you.” His hands dropped to my balls and he squeezed softly. “Now let me make you feel good too.”
His hand moved back to my cock, and he stroked me just how I liked it. I was lucky; my Alphas cared more about my pleasure than their own, but not all Alphas were like that. I could feel the hard press of his length against my spine. He pushed me forward until I was on my hands and knees, pouring lube over my ass and sliding it up and down his own cock. He pushed inside me slowly, since he hadn’t prepped my ass at all, curling his body over mine. “Watch, Omega.”
Beckett gathered a gasping Kitten up until she too was on her hands and knees.
Kitten looked over her shoulder. “Change.”
We all froze. “What?” Beckett said, his voice a whole octave higher than normal.
“I want you to fuck me in your Manix form.”
Holy shit. I thought that's what she’d said. We didn’t fuck often in full Manix form. Sometimes in the half-shift, where we kept our same proportions but were coated head to toe in soft fur. It was an interesting experience. But in full shifted form, we grew substantially. Every part of us did. Beckett’s cock would split this girl in goddamn half.
“Kitten…” he started.
She grabbed his hand, pulling him close. “Please, Beckett. I’ve dreamed about it for years. I want it. I can take it.”
The whine in her voice made my dick pulse with need, and Corvin began to slide in and out of me in slow, measured thrusts. I knew they’d give her what she’d asked for; turning down a needy Omega wasn’t in their biology. We just had to hope to the Goddess she could take it.
7
BECKETT
It took every single ounce of willpower to hold myself back and talk about her request.
“Kitten…”
She lurched up toward me, grabbing my face and dragging me back down to the bed with her. Suddenly, I was pressed along overheated flesh, and her soaked little pussy was tight against my cock. It was hard to be logical in the face of that.
“Shift, Alpha,” she purred, and there was no doubt in my mind that it was mostly her new Omega speaking. But when I looked into her eyes, it wasn’t just the insanity of the heat staring back at me. No, the earnestness of the girl I had known burned in there too, and I crumbled.
I pulled back, still kneeling between her thighs. My Beast burst free, and my body elongated, twisting and growing until I was at least a foot taller and the rest of me was… bigger. My huge thighs, now scaled, brushed the insides of her thighs, and she clamped her legs around me, trapping me close. My now footlong—and then some—cock sat like a baton between us. My Beast thrummed as her tiny fingers traced over my chest plates, flicking my nipple.
The heat momentarily put on the back burner, she cataloged me again. The scales, the fangs, the fluffy ears. I was a monster, but she was looking at me like I was the most spectacular specimen she’d ever laid those soft hands on.
Finally, her hands traveled down to my length, and she strained to fit her hand around me. Fuck, it looked tiny wrapped around my cock, and my Beast paused, despite the urgent need to claim, and claimnow. We didn’t want to hurt her.
Never hurt Kitten.
“So big,” she gasped, sliding her hand up and down my length a few times, making me grit my teeth.
