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She eyes his dick with pure interest, but maybe afraid to reach out and touch it. I take her hand and place it on James’ dick, and she lets out a soft, ‘oh’, as her eyes flutter. Her thumb automatically wipes the precum dotting on top of it, and I decide to give her a little lesson .
“Watch, and don’t be afraid to explore him,” I tell her.
I lick the flat of my tongue across his head, tracing figure eights before sinking low. I hold him in the back of my throat before pulling back up, using a hand to grip him tightly before running my tongue around the rim of his crown. His dick is about as gorgeous as Calai’s pussy, and it seems like such a good idea to put two such perfect pieces of art together and see what happens. And after that we’ll introduce Colter’s long curved specimen and watch as he sinks inside her as well, stuffing her full. Eventually we’ll give her our knot again, but there’s too many good things I need to do and see first.
James is twitching and grunting, until I stop. Calai doesn’t hesitate this time as she tries to copy my movements, getting a strong reaction from him that seems to spur him on.
“Fuuuck.”
“Did I do something wrong?” Calai asks with actual fear on her face. I want to laugh, but maybe that wouldn’t be so good for her self-esteem as we teach her about all the things she’s been missing.
“Sweetheart, when one of us saythatword, inthattone of voice, it’s because you’re doing something very,veryright.” She looks to Colter and then me, eyeing up James’ boner like it’s some mystery to solve.
“I spent so much time learning how to get Eln off, and now I have to learn everything all over again. This hardly seems fair.” A shadow crosses her face as she says that name; I know she’s not anywhere near being healed from losing her, she still cries in the shower when she thinks we can’t hear her, but I think she’s grieving in a healthy way- she’s moving forward and trying to take control of her life.
“I don’t think you have much to learn. Your smell, your heat, your body…just being near you makes me want to explode.”
“Is there anything Ishouldn’tdo?”
James shakes his head, frantically. “Absolutely not. Play all you want to.”
“Yes, alpha.” She practically purrs that word, making all three of us groan.
Calai gets a few solid licks in, sinks him into her mouth all of one time, before James is yanking her off him so he doesn’t come. “Nope. That’s enough of that. I need to feel that gorgeous cunt of yours sinking onto me and taking my knot. Can you take my knot, omega?”
She nods in a way that tells me she’d do almost anything to please us; she’s such a good little omega.
Swinging her leg wide so she can straddle James, she leans forward to kiss him before slowly lowering herself onto him, her head falling back as he bottoms out. James hisses in a breath and it would be impossible in this moment not to touch her. I take one of her breasts into my mouth, running my tongue around her nipple, lightly biting it as I gently knead it with my hand.
“Oh oh…”
In contrast to Calai’s breathy whisper, James yells, as his knot presumably begins to inflate, locking them together.
“Damn that’s intense.” I see tears escape her eye so I wipe them away, taking her head so I can kiss her. “I’m so proud of you, omega. All these knots in just two days. You like being locked onto us like this?”
She nods and I claim her mouth, our lips pressing and pulling and teeth biting and sucking, learning each other and venting all the feels that are happening in this space. All the passion building.
I slowly work a hand around to her ass, squeezing her glorious flesh before I steal some of her slick and use it to work a finger into her. She’s so damn tight. I’m imagining all the things I want to do to it as she shudders on top of James. I can feel his knot pressing against my finger through her flesh, and I have to fight to stay in control of my body. Just feeling her body working internally to take James is mentally pushing me past my limits.
“So. Perfect. I don’t give a fuck if I re-injure myself right now. Calai, I need to be on top of you. Need to look down and see you writhing beneath me. Need to control how my body moves, because watching you move above me is about to do me in. Later we can go slower. I’ve had you in my head for weeks and I need to see how far I can tug myself against you. How firmly my knot will stay lodged inside of you. Will you let me test those limits?” His voice is a shell of his normal one, belying the strain his body is currently experiencing.
When she nods, Colter and I help to flip them so that we lessen the chance of James hurting his broken fucking leg. He somehow manages to balance himself, engaging his core so there’s less weight on the injured one, hanging his head in surrender.
Remembering how it felt to be that connected to our mate just yesterday, waking up thinking it was only a dream, but then feeling the indescribable way her body pulled at mine, has me craving her again.
Calai’s eyes are shuddered closed, squeezed tightly as if she’ll be able to hold in all the feelings to experience again later. I reach in between their bodies to reach Colter, feeling like we all need to be connected right now. I’m tucked against her, feeling every flex of James’ arms as he swivels his hips as much as he can. I rest my forehead against her shoulder as I roll onto my side, kissing it.
Obviously my thumb is no longer inside of her, and that’s okay. As much as I want to be selfish right now and see what new experiences I can give her, right now I think she needs sweet. She needs to see the depth of our feelings for her, to know that we’re not just in this for the physical aspects. I know James is trying to draw this out, to keep inside her as long as possible, but he’s got to be near completion.
“So…full. Never felt anything like this,” she whimpers.
“I know, sweetheart.” I smooth her hair down, brush it off her sweaty face, and run lines up and down her neck with the pad of my finger to keep her as calm as possible. “Are you enjoying your alpha lessons so far?”
She nods as she cries out, her hand flying down and grabbing onto me, pumping furiously. I’m seconds away from detonation when she stops, but I need to watch her face as she comes. Will her face look the same every time she orgasms? Or does it change in small ways with every single one we coax from her?
Does she have one face for the sweet knotting like we had yesterday alone together and another one for the desperate one she’s getting now? I need to know everything about her. What every damn twitch of her lips and roll of her eyes means.
They both come together, bellowing, and I’m grateful we have no nearby neighbors. My lady is a screamer, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
