She was still a little feral, our Kitten.
Beckett was there, and he bent down, scooping her up easily. The combination of our juices slid down her thighs, and someone made a hungry noise. I looked over at Cooper, who was looking at the same thing as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, like he was imagining the taste.
His eyes met mine, and I winked. Whoops—wrong thing to do, because suddenly he was eating up the space between us. He dropped to his knees in between my thighs, and then licked my cock from taint to tip. I groaned, tipping my head back as my whole body shuddered.
Once he’d licked and sucked every trace of Kitten’s and my combined taste from my dick, he climbed further up my body, his knees bracketing my hips as he kissed me hard. His tongue delved into my mouth, and I could taste the slightly salty essence of our releases.
He pulled back, looking down at me with so much lust in his eyes, I swore he was about to combust us both. “Tastes better from the source, Omega,” he growled, and I could tell his Beast was so close to the surface that it was a wonder he hadn’t already shifted. “The night has barely started for you, D. It’s not an orgy unless everyone’s having fun, hmm?” He kissed me hard again. “I love you, Omega. So fucking much that it hurts.”
I lost myself in the kiss, in the feel of his hard body against mine. At some point, he’d shucked his clothes completely, and I could feel the hard press of his cock against my stomach.
“Omega, I need you.” It was as close as an Alpha would ever come to an Omega whine, but man, it made me feel powerful.
“Then take me, Alpha.” Yeah, Coop’s Beast wasn’t the only one this close to the surface.
He kissed me hard again, his dick rubbing against mine as he thrust softly against my body. Even though I’d just come like I’d never come before, I was getting hard again. This was bringing back memories of the time we’d created our bonds as a Pack. The pheromones—or maybe it was the situation itself—pushed your body past its normal limits.
Cooper climbed off me, rolling me onto my hands and knees. He positioned me so we could see Beckett as he fucked Kitten against the wall. Beckett always did like to have sex on his feet. Guess mating wasn’t any exception to that.
Corvin tossed the lube to Cooper, and I winked at him appreciatively. “Love you,” he mouthed, and I whispered it back. He’d been so worried that I’d think he was replacing me with another Omega, when that couldn’t be further from the truth. He was completing us, and quite frankly, I could use the help during group sessions like this.
I felt the cold wash of lube run down the crease of my ass, and the press of Cooper’s thumb against my hole, sliding in and out as he prepped me. Then he slid in two fingers, stretching me further and making me bury my face in the cushioned floor with a moan.
“Please, Coop,” I groaned, and he replaced his fingers with the head of his dick. Slowly, he pushed past the ring of muscle, sliding inside me and turning my moan into a whine. A few short, shallow thrusts got me used to the size of him, then he sank down further until I felt his balls slap against me.
“Head up, Omega. Watch as we complete our Pack,” he growled, and I did as I was told. I lifted myself up in time to watch Beckett growl low, burying his teeth in her left shoulder and slowly pumping his knot inside her. The noise she made was pure Omega bliss, that high-pitched gasp making me hard and aching all over again. Then, quick as a rattlesnake, she bit Beckett’s bicep that rested beside her head. That would hurt, but Beckett just hissed through the pain, his ass flexing as he rubbed his expanding knot inside her.
Oh fuck, it was too much. “Harder, Coop.Please.”
My Alpha provided, fucking me with hard thrusts until I was a fucking mewling mess too. His hands gripped my hips as he buried himself inside me, over and over again, before pulling me upright—still balls deep—and stroking my cock. It was his signature move, the one he used when he was close to coming and wanted me to come first.
He wrapped one hand around my dick, the other around my throat, his thrusts shallow and fast, hitting that good place inside me until I was coming in hot, uncontained ropes onto the cushions and over his hand. He came with me, his knot swelling, though he kept that to himself. He needed his knot for something tonight, but it wasn’t to lock inside me.
Finally, he withdrew, and we collapsed to the side. Kitten looked like a wrung-out mess, her hair beginning to stick to her forehead and our combined essence locked inside her body. I wished her IUD the best of luck withstanding that.
“Two down, two to go,” Cooper whispered in my ear, and I huffed a laugh. Poor Kitten—she wouldn’t know what hit her tomorrow.
32
CORVIN
Ivividly remembered the moment I knew I wanted Kitten to be part of my Pack. It was about four years after we met her. We’d always been protective of her, but one day, we’d gone to this natural waterfall just outside the Packlands to the north. The wards were shittier back then, so no one knew we’d snuck off, plus there was nothing to that side but more mountains. Maybe a shifter Pack or two a hundred miles away, but no real threats to our safety.
Kitten, of course, had been the one who showed us. She’d spent her whole childhood exploring the crazy wilderness that most of us didn’t care about. If she went north, there was little chance she’d be discovered by other Manix, and the whole world was her playground.
This waterfall was amazing though. It fell over a natural rock shelf, so you could stand under it like it was a shower, just letting the water pour over your body and wash away the world. We’d packed a picnic with some of the food we’d delivered to her, and spent the half of the day running wild up to this small waterfall and rockpool.
When we got there, Beckett and I had stripped down to our swim shorts, but not Kitten. She’d gotten completely and utterly naked. Beckett had almost choked on his tongue, and we’d both turned away, but Kitten’s confused laugh had made us turn back. We’d had to explain to her that it wasn’t right to see someone naked, to which she just laughed and dived into the water. She was fucking gorgeous.
Somewhere along the way, the Manix—despite being shifters—had gotten a little more puritanical about our human flesh bags. In our Manix form, shit just hung out in the wind. But lose the fur and suddenly we became all shy? It didn’t make sense, but it was what it was.
Beckett and I kept our shorts on, but we swam around in the water with Kitten for hours. When she’d climbed up and stood beneath the waterfall, with the water sluicing over her bare skin and her hair like its own midnight waterfall right down to the top of her asscheeks, that was the real magic.
That moment took my breath away. I’d wanted her before, but that was the moment I realized I might actually love her. That I wanted her forever, not just until I found my own Pack.
Now, as Cooper lay behind her, kissing the bondmark he’d left on her shoulder over and over as his knot deflated, I realized that she was just as carefree and unencumbered by our Manix bullshit now as she was back then. She didn’t need elaborate proposals or fancy mating gifts. She just wanted us.
And for that, I would cherish her for the rest of my life.
