“They’re fine, love. Come help me muddle through in the kitchen,” Ati calls.
I smile despite my worry. “Alright,” I sigh exaggeratedly, “Since you are such a disaster with that kind of thing.”
I cross to the kitchen. Atiox has an apron on his body, but no shirt, meaning his gold nipple rings peak out now and then. He’s a gorgeous male, and he knows it. I shake my head.
“What are you making?” I ask.
“A dip. And I’m toasting some bread.”
“Uh huh,” I respond as my eyes take in the platter with a pitcher of obis wine and glasses. “Dinner in the library?”
“Correct,” he grins, crossing to me and kissing me roughly, his tongue teasing my lips.
“Sounds lovely,” I praise, as I add more sharproot powder to the mix of tristl seeds.
JUST AS I PLATE THEbread, the front door opens. Both Atiox and I immediately head that direction to greet our packmates.
Looking like a pair of drowned cats, Octavia and Ziam stand in the entry. I shake my head as Ati curses and heads to grab towels. I step to Octavia as I tut. “You’re soaked, wedari. You need to dry off.”
Ziam smiles at us both and leans in to kiss me. As he does, despite the rain, I scent our omega on his lips.
I arch an eyebrow silently. He purses his lips, probably not wanting to embarrass her, given that she seems rather sensitive to such things still. She’ll get used to us discussing her pussy and whether it’s been taken care of soon enough.
I bend down and grab the hem of Octavia’s soaked dress. I pause, looking at her. Her deep brown eyes meet mine, and while she looks a bit nervous, she doesn’t pull away. I lift her dress slowly, exposing her thick, pale thighs that I’m dying to lick and kiss, her soft belly, the ‘bra’ that their women often wear over their heavy breasts. I realize I’m purring in appreciation of her body. Up, over her head it comes. And of course, Atiox is there to wrap her in a large towel, pulling her to his chest. She grins up at him, at ease in his arms.
I rub her arms over the towel, seeking to warm her. I lean in, letting my lips touch her neck. She shivers and presses back into me.
“Oh, wedari,” I breathe, “We have lots we need to discuss.” I kiss her shoulder, and she leans harder into me.
I nip her with my teeth, to a tiny sound of pleasure.
“Did you read about mate bites?” I ask softly.
Ati makes a noise of nervousness. But I have thought this conversation through in my head. And our last conversation on things went well so I am hopeful this one will too.
“Yes, a bit,” she says breathily.
“Good. And how do you feel about that? Do you have any questions we can answer?”
“I...” she pauses as my tongue drags up her neck. “Fuck. It sounds like... I need to give consent before... before myheat?”
“That’s right, wedari,” Ziam purrs, as he wraps a towel around his nude body. “We want you in your right mind when you decide to bond to us.”
“But I am bonded. I’m here, I signed the contract?”
Ati lets out a growl. “Those are newer. For many flows, Celnoe have bonded their lives together, using the mating marks, not contracts. It will hurt, at first, but it will feel good too. It heals a silver color on our flesh. We call them Zatura’s marks, on an alpha. We will be proud to carry your mark, Octavia.”
She nods. “Alright. Yes.”
The three of us purr louder. “Now, sweet girl,” I whisper, “we must speak to your training.”
I graze my hands down her bare arms, and tiny lumps arise. I pause, eyes upon them.
“Goosebumps. She is cold or reacting to a gentle touch,” Zee explains quietly as he steps into her body, bare chest on display. “Are you doing alright, Octavia?” he asks gently.
She nods. “I read a bit about training and... I don’t know...”
Ati smiles, “Little omega, I was told both the other human omegas felt the same, but adjusted well.”
