“Mooning about like some youngling, ignoring the needs of your ebondenn,” I add as I press into his wet ass.
“Apologies,” he grits out between moans.
“No, not good enough,” I sigh as my cock sinks into his tight, hot body.
The nerve endings connect into my body seamlessly, so I feel everything and it is incredible. I press into Atiox’s ass right to my knot in a smooth thrust.
He groans, arm muscles flexing against the tyraz ropes that hold him firmly bent over the table.
“Stars above, aleron, your hole istight. We haven’t been fucking you enough, have we?” I begin to fuck him, at a hard, fast pace, chasing my orgasm.
Atiox, having learned early about my methods of keeping him in line, rarelytrulymisbehaves. But he enjoys a little light punishment. So sometimes I need to create reasons to dole out discipline.
“I think I should make you take my knot,” I growl, close to releasing already. He again groans and shifts. “You can pretend to be my omega,” I purr. “My good boy omega who needs his wet, needy ass knotted.”
My words must push him off the edge, for he grunts again, and I hear the splash of his seed on the floor. I chuckle as I start to finish. I press my knot against his tight ring again and again as I thrust, but I do not force it in. He would need more preparation to take it; and I wouldn’t even swell, given he is an alpha. I grind against him as my release slowly ebbs.
“Good boy, aleron,” I murmur as I ease my mechacock out of his stretched hole.
I lean over Ati’s body and lay a kiss on his shoulder. He purrs, though his head still hangs tiredly. “Love you, Lux,” he rumbles easily.
I purr and run a hand over his back. As I lean over to grab a towel from a table, movement catches my eye and I fully turn.
There, standing frozen in the doorway, is our omega.
Her luscious, bottomless eyes are wide, and her mouth is hanging open.
However, she does not look terrified, which I consider to be a huge plus.
“Hey, sweet girl.” I grin. “I see you’ve found our playroom. Would you like a tour?”
“Zatura,” Atiox grumbles. “Untie me, Lux.”
I chuckle. “Maybe shortly.”
At that, Octavia snaps her mouth shut and spins on her heel, marching to the stairs to the nest without another word.
I start to laugh as I turn back to tend to Ati.
THE THREE OF US AREin the library when Octavia finally emerges. I cock an eyebrow at her silently. She responds by turning bright pink and looking away. I chuckle lowly as I return to the book I was reading.
“Ohhh,” she barely breathes, the wonder clear in her tone. I place my finger in my book and look up. Atiox has opened thecabinet with the information processing system and is sitting in front of the large screen.
Ati looks up and smiles at her. “Would you like to sit with me?” he offers.
She nods firmly and Ati pats his knee. I cringe, but there are really no other seating options. I add that to my mental list of things to get to help adapt our home to Octavia.
But to my surprise, she slowly crosses to him and perches carefully on the edge of his leg. Her body is tense, but she does it.
Ziam looks at me and I raise a shoulder.
“This is a computer?” I hear our omega ask quietly.
“It is an information processing system. It does many things, including connect to others far away,” Ati gently corrects.
A laugh. “Right, a computer.”
I have turned in my seat to silently watch their interaction. Octavia doesn’t move but I can almost feel the intrigue coming from her. “What are you doing on it?”
