“I think I would prefer to see my cock in her mouth,” Holden murmurs. His head is tilted to the side, like he is trying to memorize the scene before him. Sasha looks back at our Beta, a slight grin on his face. “Go on then, let her taste your cock.”
Without needing any further instruction, Holden takes Sasha’s place. It’s almost painful how slow he is to take out his cock. He is already hard, much like I am. While there is defiance written all over our Omega’s face, there is something else far more interesting that captures my attention.
Heat. Want. Need.
She can fight it all she wants, but that mixed with the deliciousness that is her scent is unmistakable. Holden taps the tip of his cock on Lennon’s lips, keeping eye contact with her. I see the moment he slips. When he finally surrenders to the pull of the mate bond. When he becomes it for himself. Without any kind of further instruction, Lennon takes him into her mouth with far more enthusiasm than I had expected.
“That's it, sweetheart. Take me. Just like that,” he groans, hands weaving into her hair as he slowly begins to thrust.
My need for her becomes impossible to ignore. Not wanting to be left out, knowing I will if Sasha gets to her first, I bring her hips up, so her ass is pointing in my direction. I caress the jean-clad curve before giving it a slap. Lennon moans around Holden’s cock, eliciting a similar sound from him.
“Jesus fucking christ, you are so good at that.”
She moans again, causing his eyes to roll into the back of his head. Oh, yeah, it won’t be long now before he falls over the edge. I hardly blame him. I know I won’t last long when she isfinally on my own cock. Reaching around her waist, I pop open her jeans, pulling them down to expose a simple black thong.
Well, fuck me dead.
Slapping my hand across her ass again, I allow my hand to trail over the reddening flesh before moving to the fabric between her cheeks. Trailing my fingers lower, I tease over the barrier covering her cunt. It's already soaked through just like I knew it would be.
Unable to deny myself the opportunity, I bend down, sucking her panties into my mouth. Lennon’s sweet, cotton candy taste explodes on my tongue, even sweeter than anything I could have imagined. A muffled curse sounds from her lips, making me chuckle.
“What's that, Omega? Do you want more?” I tease, flicking the thong aside to get my first taste straight from the source. Another muffled sound escapes her, the noise neither confirming nor denying her want. But her body language gives me enough of an answer.
She wants this.
Pulling my cock from my jeans, I tap it against her now naked cunt. She jolts back into me, the very tip of my cock slipping into her.
Fucking hell, I could cum just from that much alone.
She feels too good. Too much like mine.
Every inch that slips into her pussy feels like heaven reimagined. The feel of her tight, wet walls that clench around me, begging for more, has my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
I pause once I bottom out, needing to capture my breath before I continue. Because I know if I don’t, I will embarrass myself. Something I don’t need for my first time with my Omega. While this is me claiming her, a part of me also wants this to be good for her. Which means I need to last.
“Move, Alpha, or I will fuck our Omega.”
I open my eyes to glare at Sasha, who has been standing off to the side, just observing. Just waiting. Denying himself the feel of his Omega.
“Like fuck,” I growl, trusting myself deep into Lennon’s cunt, forcing her to take Holden further.
She squeals around his length, her hands flying out to her sides as she tries to grab onto something, anything. I reach out to take them, pulling them behind her back to rest on top of her ass.
Her nails dig into my palms, the sharp half moons cutting into me, enough to make my knot throb painfully in anticipation of her. Knowing that I am already balancing along the precipice of orgasm, I know I need to show my Omega in more than just this way that she is mine. That she can’t just turn her back on me and walk away.
That I own her. That pack Ars Mortis owns her.
Reaching back behind me, I find the blade of one of the freshly sharpened skate blades.
Bringing the blade up to the curve of her ass, I trail it over her skin, watching as a red mark remains in its wake.
“You can’t run from us, little Omega. You see, we own you. And I think you need a little reminder of that. Something…permanent,” I chuckle as I dig the blade in deeper, but not enough to cut. Just enough to prepare her for a second.
She freezes, her earlier enthusiasm gone. Her scent takes on a rancid edge, hinting at the fear beginning to invade her.
“Just don’t bite the Beta’s cock off. I am quite fond of it.”
Holden lets her go enough that she is able to pop off his length. Turning her head, her eyes are wide.
