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SKYE

The atmosphere of the house was alive with voices.

Jackal’s pack was here for our bi-weekly get together.

It was good for Crux to reconnect with his brother, and for Halo to get to know another female alpha, a pack lead, no less!

Raine, the third alpha of the pack, was rather quiet and kept to himself, but Caira was pretty much the coolest omega I had ever met.

We all got along very well, we just sort of clicked.

A passionate, but good natured debate about a band was blazing back and forth around the dining table as I was slicing up the huge watermelon that Crux had saturated with vodka. I cut it up perfectly, one of the few remaining lessons from my mother. How to be a good hostess.

I took another drink of my ice water, and swiped the back of my hand over my brow.

It was an exceptionally warm day. I couldn’t resist a slice of the watermelon, it looked so inviting, cool and juicy.

I selected a piece and bit in. Watermelon juice and vodka dribbled down my chin as I chewed the tender fruit.

It practically dissolved on my tongue. Instant relief washed through me.

I wolfed down the rest of the slice, tossed the rind, then washed my hands of the stickiness in the sink.

But the Summer warmth returned immediately. I picked up a stack of paper plates, and turned to the table.

A spike of hot, burning pain hit me, low and deep, directly in my core. The paper plates scattered across the kitchen tiles as I held myself and dropped to my knees.

“Hehh–” I wheezed.

Everyone was up on their feet, chairs toppled over with a clatter. Rowan and Severen were at my side.

“What is it?” Severen asked. “Is it your heart?”

I winced in pain, my face pinching together.

I managed to hiss out a single word. “Heat.”

Someone lifted me off the floor, into their arms. It was Severen. I wrapped my arms around his neck and peered over his shoulder at our guests.

“I’m sorry,” I said, meekly. “For ruining brunch.”

“Aw,” Caira grinned, “Don’t worry about it.” She went to pick up the plates. “We’ll clean up.”

Halo sauntered over. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. “I’ll pack them some leftovers and be right up. Have fun.”

Jackal smirked at Crux, teasingly. “Need an extra alpha to help out?”

To that, Crux growled at his brother and followed us up the stairs to the nest.

Severen sat me down in my chair. “Your throne, my princess,” he said.

By the time I was placed in the chair, Rowan had popped a pill from the blister pack in my side-table drawer into his hand.

“Open,” he told me, and I obeyed. He put the pill in my mouth and handed me a bottle of water. I swallowed, my gaze lingering on Rowan. This would be my first heat with him.

“Remember what the doctor said, bluebird,” Crux said, peeling off his shirt. “Low level heat suppresser, just to ease the stress on your heart.”

As if Crux’s words summoned heat itself, another spike of pain burst in my core. I slouched down into the chair and hiked up my skirt. Hooking one leg over the armrest, I pushed aside the crotch of my panties and began to stroke myself, just to relieve some of the pressure.

“Hurry,” I panted, pushing my fingers inside. Nothing I would be able to do would satisfy me or satiate my heat, only an alpha’s knot could do that.

“Someone should get to her before she goes heat-brained,” Crux said. “I hate to see her suffer like this.”

Severen held out the water bottle to me but instead of taking it, I grabbed him by the front of his jeans and yanked him between my open legs.

Even though Crux was basically naked by now, Severen was closer.

With a whine of frustration I undid his pants and pulled them down.

My hand wrapped around his familiar, devastatingly pleasurable cock and I stroked him, slick from my playing with myself getting him good and slippery. I gazed up at him.

“Fuck me, alpha,” I purred.

I didn’t notice Halo had entered the room, but she was behind the chair and said, “Arms up.”

I lifted my arms, abandoning Severen to do so, and she lifted my sundress up and off, then undid my bra and tossed it aside. She turned my head and her full lips found mine sweetly as Severen’s hard cock pushed into me without warning.

I whimpered and held Halo close, following her kisses as Severen thrust into me.

Her soft hand, lotioned and manicured, traveled down her body until she found my clit.

She rubbed slow, attentive, expert circles in contrast to my pack lead’s strong, even thrusts.

I moaned into her mouth, the sharp ache beginning to subside from the attention.

Crux’s hand, which I’d know from anywhere, held my wrist like a vice and in the next moment my palm was entirely around his dick and he made me stroke it.

Halo broke the kiss, moved aside, and my wet, tingling lips were parted by Rowan’s cock.

I gazed up at him as I sucked. My heat made me insatiable and I sucked on him like I wanted to devour him.

Though I couldn’t get him super far down, I relished the feeling of his tip hitting the back of my throat.

I gave a strong, commanding suck and pulled Rowan out of my mouth with a pop and a gasp before I plunged Crux down into my hot, wet mouth just to hear his moan of pleasure.

“Good girl,” Halo cooed, one hand stroking my hair, the other stroking my clit. “I knew you’d be able to handle four alphas all by yourself.”

The praise made me purr, the rumbling thrum forcing a loud moan from Crux and the salty warning of his precum sizzled on my tongue.

But I didn’t let him find release. Instead, I brought him to the edge, then abandoned him, returning my mouth to Rowan’s delicious cock.

Crux cursed and I would have giggled mischievously if I wasn’t gagged by dick.

My heat status burned away the minutes, and Rowan came in my mouth before I expected it. Voraciously I turned to Crux and gave him my mouth, both my hands and my complete adoration as I sucked and stroked while Severen pounded into me.

“Fuck,” Crux groaned. “She didn’t swallow.”

I hadn’t. Rowan’s cum soaked my tongue and clung to the roof of my mouth as I plunged Crux into its warmth, its stickiness. Pearly strands stuck to him as he pistoned past my lips and against my fingers.

“Fuck,” Crux tossed his head to get sweaty blue hair out of his eyes. “This is so hot. Why is this so fucking hot?”

He gripped my hair and held my head in place, bucking his hips and thrusting, getting a little deeper each time. Until he came, his cum co-mingling with Rowan’s. I drank them both down, eager and happy, their cum was warm but cooled the fire inside me as it slid down my throat.

I surrendered, let go of every doubt and boundary and logical hesitation and my throat was filled with Crux’s knot.

“Oh fuck,” Halo said in awe. At the sight, Severen gripped the chair and came with a roar, and I sensed, distantly, Rowan’s amazement.

Everyone’s reactions served as a staticy feedback loop in our auras, the connection stronger than it had ever been until this moment.

There I trembled in the chair, pinned by Crux’s knot, and every nerve in my body screaming as I came harder than I had in my entire life.

If I could do this, I could do anything.

Severen pulled out, and I could barely whimper around the knot in my mouth. My pussy flexed, aching for attention.

Halo came to the rescue, in ways only she could.

“Rowan,” she said. “Keep stroking her, like this.”

I felt Halo’s delicate, slender fingers confidently guide Rowan’s strokes, mimicking what she was doing moments ago. I could only see her shadow as she left my nestroom.

When she returned, she made a point to walk into my line of sight, and I saw the toy strapped around her hips.

A large, but not absurd vibrating double ended dildo, sculpted to look realistic.

I purred in anticipation, and Crux swore at the pleasure that sent up his dick, through his knot and along his spine.

Any softness his knot might have managed went away and was now as hard as ever.

“Okay, boys, this is just me and Skye time. Go plan dinner or something. Crux, close your eyes.”

Halo’s job did require people to look at her, objectify her, but heat with me was sacred, and not to be drooled over by our pack.

Though I couldn’t see it, I could sense she lowered herself to her knees.

Every omega knows that the pinnacle of pleasure is to be knotted up by their bonded alpha.

It’s what every omega needs, what they crave, it’s perfection.

I don’t disagree, but second to that, I really, really enjoyed being eaten out.

It was tender and vulnerable in a way most other sex wasn’t, at least for me.

And Halo was an expert. The instant her tongue touched me, my eyes rolled back and closed as I just let myself feel the sensations.

I hummed and moaned, my throat flexing and trilling and swallowing around Crux’s knot, making it impossible for him to escape me.

I rolled my hips against Halo’s mouth and tongue, fucking her in return as she pleasured me.

The heat within grew and grew, the pressure rising like the inside of a volcano, building until the inevitable cataclysm.

My hips jumped off the chair as I came violently, body spasming, throat constricting like a snake around Crux, causing him to scream in what I hoped was pleasure, even if it was painful.

I panted, but Halo didn’t let me rest. I didn’t want to rest. I needed to be fucked. She slid along my body, her perfect, famous breasts squishing against mine. She hiked my left leg up, hooking my knee over her shoulder and touched the vibrating, twisting, ribbed sex toy to my opening.

“You’re so beautiful, Skye,” she told me, and pushed her hips forward, working the toy into me.