Page 35 of Fated or Knot (UnseelieVerse: The Omega Masquerade #1)

35

LARK

F al and Tormund walked in to see me undressed and sitting on the side of the bed, head thrown back with a moan of relief. Marius had gotten distracted from kissing after sensing the tension in my calf and just had to kneel and massage it away properly. The knots in my muscles didn’t stand a chance when he seemed to know exactly where they were.

“Hi,” I said, only feeling self-conscious when we were all in the same room and I was the only one fully undressed. My wings were too stiff to bend around my front, but in that moment, I wished they could.

Tormund lit up, exclaiming, “Li’l bird! Look how pretty you are.” It was hard to hold on to my nerves when he was looking at my naked form with clear appreciation.

Marius’s fingers tensed against my skin.

“Shh. Don’t startle the feral,” I whispered with a hand over my mouth.

“Oh, sorry,” he said in a loud whisper back. “You are very lovely and perfect. May I touch you?”

Flattered, I fluttered my wings as I nodded. Tormund kicked off his boots before climbing onto the bed behind me and reaching around to palm my breasts. I made a skittish “eep” from him going straight for them but settled into it and leaned back against the warmth radiating from him.

While he rubbed and squeezed, he kissed a path up the side of my cheek until I turned my head to meet his lips. His taste mixed with Marius’s, sweetening the strong minty tingles lingering on my tongue. I deepened our kiss into a more passionate tangle.

It was easiest to focus on one male at a time, though I heard the other two murmuring.

“The amount of untouched energy in here is…” Fal scented the air loudly. “Cloying.”

“Aye, make snide comments while it lasts,” Marius growled.

“Like you could stop me.”

“For fuck’s sake, Fal?—”

I sighed and decided to ignore them, breaking my kiss with Tormund to turn around and tug at his clothes. His lips parted, and I held up my finger across my own in a signal to be quiet. There was always a chance his brothers would be arguing a while. Grinning, he took the hint and set his little spectacles aside before easing off his tunic and undershirt.

Tormund had a scattering of maroon hairs across his torso, forming a trail down the generous curve of his middle. His generous scattering of brown freckles was consistent over his whole body, it would seem. His alpha mark had manifested on the right side of his upper chest, and within it was a knot-like tattoo.

He squinted while I admired him for who he was, broad and strong yet softened and inviting. Very different things that just worked when combined with his shining personality. “Do you like?” he whispered.

I was more aware than ever how much larger he was than me when I had to straddle him to reach for his spectacles and plop them back on the bridge of his nose. “Of course I do,” I whispered back. “You’re strong and handsome. My snuggly bear of a male.”

His breath caught. “Yours,” he echoed.

“Tell me a redcap fact. What does this mean?” I traced the knot tattoo on his chest and accidentally brushed his alpha mark in the process. His pupils ignited with tiny flames, and his muscles swelled with growth, so I whipped my hand away with a gasp.

A hint of deeper red stained his cheeks above his beard as the changes receded. “Sorry. I transform a li’l bit when I get excited,” he whispered.

Now that was a redcap fact I wanted to know. “How much?” I asked nervously.

“I don’t know. I’ve scared off a couple females before we got too far,” he admitted. “But you’re my mate. It should be different. I feel more in control when I’m touching you.” His fingertips skimmed my curves, trembling with restraint, or maybe with nerves over how he thought I might react.

No matter what, he was still my gentle giant. I wanted to give him this chance at pleasure too. “Well, you’d better keep touching me,” I invited.

His eyes held extra glimmers as he reached up to cup my face in his broad palm. “I love you,” he whispered, unexpectedly echoing what I’d been considering saying. It felt like the right time, and he clearly agreed.

I leaned into his touch. “I love you too,” I said, glad I could finally express it.

His free hand took one of mine and rested it over his alpha mark and knot tattoo. “My tattoo is from the Bloodhunter Clan. Many generations ago, the first Queen of Serian chose her redcap from the clan and elevated him as her king. It means I’m a member in good standing.”

He moved my hand to rest over his heart as I listened intently. “When we mate, I’ll place a knot of promise here. A symbol that I am taken for life,” he explained.

“Redcaps do like to be naked from the waist up whenever possible,” Fal commented, and I startled. He stood at the foot of the bed, listening in on this conversation. It looked like his argument with Marius had been shorter-lived than I realized. “How about we appreciate each other’s racial cultures after we please our omega. All in favor?”

“Aye,” Marius said. It sounded like he hadn’t moved from his spot on the floor.

“Aye,” Tormund rumbled.

I said a cheeky “aye” as well, and Fal joined us on the bed. He pulled my head to the side and claimed my lips with a hard and fast kiss. My toes curled at the sudden intensity, and a moan escaped when he pulled back to give me one of his mischievous smiles. “Now that we’re in agreement, it would be wise to set a few expectations, hmm?”

I nodded in agreement.

“Number one, you’re in charge. Say stop, and we will.” There was a masculine murmur of agreement from his brothers. “Two, no knots until you’re ready. Marius told you of our deal?”

“If you knot me first, you’ll move your date with me to last,” I parroted. That meant that Marius could take me to the sea to finish our bond as soon as I was free of my cast and Tormund didn’t have to be last. It was understandably chafing to be last at everything because he was the youngest. I was glad to know who would be knotting me first and secretly eager for it to be Fal.

“And you’re all right with that?” he confirmed.

“Saves the best for last,” I said, earning a wink from the dark elf.

Tormund put in, “That’s a lie.”

Fal scoffed. “Our omega doesn’t want us to argue,” he said in a tone that had to annoy his brothers. He spoke over a low rumble of growls. “Three, Lark, you have the right to kick any of us out. That should just about cover it. How do you want us?”

“Naked,” I answered before I really thought through his question.

He chuckled at the quick response. Tormund gently lifted me out of his lap to do as I’d said, while the extra sound of clothes hitting the floor signaled that Marius had shed the rest of what he was wearing. I didn’t know where to look until Fal went to the foot of the bed and beckoned for me to come over to him. He loosened his cuffs and the fit of his jacket.

I helped him push it off his shoulders. The fine material plopped to the floor, then his shirt, revealing a dagger strapped to the inside of his forearm. My brow knit as I recoiled from it. “When’d you get that?” I asked.

“I’ve always had it. All of us are armed in some way. You will be too, once Tormund’s father starts teaching you self-defense.” He inched the sheathed weapon off his arm and dropped it with a careless flick.

It’d distracted me from his bare chest for a moment. His clothes had always been tailored to emphasize his athletic, elfin build, and I admired it openly now. He leaned in to cage me between his arms, pressing my lower wings to the bed. A shiver of awareness passed up my spine. “Three males, three choices,” he murmured. “Who do you want to taste you first?”

I flushed, wondering if he meant what I think he did. “Marius,” I said.

“Who do you want to taste first?”

Don’t dwell, just decide. “You.”

Fal grinned. “Excellent choice. That leaves Tormund to claim you first. Pretend you still don’t understand Serian for a second.”

I plugged my ears playfully while he switched languages, presumably giving the other two males instructions. I knew when he was done when he took my hands in his and pressed them to his waistband. “Be my guest, mate.”

I caught his fingers before he could pull them away. “You cut your nails?” I asked. The feline points, which I’d always assumed were one of his Unseelie traits, were gone. He’d probably had them filed down while I was getting drunk on fae fruit wine.

“Didn’t want to leave any chance you’d worry when they’re inside you.”

I rolled my eyes a bit. Usually, I appreciated his eternal confidence, but right now, he seemed entirely too smug. I grabbed his waistband, tugged open the front of his pants, and worked his clothes down and…oh. Stars, no wonder.

He didn’t have so much as a curl of body hair. Those trim hips and flat stomach were male perfection. My mouth watered, knowing I would get to taste the erect cock I revealed as he kicked the rest of his clothes to the side.

“You are unfairly attractive,” I told him while tracing the loop of his alpha mark where it’d manifested right under his belly button. He inhaled sharply. Seemed the mark was a sensitive spot for all of my alphas.

“Unfair, mo stór ?” he teased.

“How am I supposed to stay off of you now that I’ve seen…” I drifted off as Marius circled around to where Fal stood and I sat.

Speaking of unfairly attractive. If Kauz’s chest was a map of strength, then Marius had topography, his muscles defined in every line of his abs and broadening his outline. I’d caught a glimpse of him shirtless from above, but that’d been before I’d come to view him as a mate, so it was like seeing a whole new male now. His skin wasn’t a uniform blue below his collar; speckles of green covered his chest and limbs like irregular freckles. Add in the golden bars piercing his nipples, and he had the kind of texture I wanted to feel for myself.

When my distraction became ogling, he posed, hands on hips, chest lifted. He had eyes only for me, as did Fal. Now that I noticed it, they were definitely trying to ignore one another’s aroused presences. Another first for all of us, I guessed.

Fal brushed his thumb down my lips. “That’s the point, love. If only you could feel our pack bond right now.” He chuckled, rubbing my lower lip until I opened my mouth, letting the tip of his finger past my teeth. “How are you supposed to stay off of us?”

“How are we supposed to stay off of you ?” Tormund said for him. He’d moved up behind me, his bare skin radiating heat I felt through my wings.

I was surrounded by three naked alphas, a situation I’d once considered terrifying, with the inherent imbalance of strength. Never in my wildest imaginings did I think I would have some kind of power here, but I did. With these males, I felt desired, even cherished. They’d observe my boundaries and put my pleasure first; I knew that down to my core. The only threats that could overwhelm me in this moment were my own desires.

Well, and my inexperience. “What now?” I murmured.

Fal reclaimed his hand and sat next to me, and Marius knelt in front of my legs. “Now, I ask if the feral needs coaching,” the dark elf said.

Marius muttered something that sounded a little like “foc off” as he took hold of my knees to ease my legs open. Cool air caressed my slick-coated slit, and all three males paused to scent the air and growl.

“Okay. Now I coach you instead,” Fal said a moment later, winking at me. “Tormund is going to touch you.” He pointedly eyed the giant behind me, whose hands landed on my waist a moment later. There was an unmistakable poke of claws before his monstrous form receded again. “Marius is going to get your pussy stretched and ready for us. And I am going to fill that mouth of yours.”

He rose to his knees so his cock was about in line with my chin. “Oh, I might not be very good at this,” I prefaced, finding my nerves.

Fal stroked his fingers through my hair. “Don’t worry. You’ve got four eager volunteers to help you practice,” he teased.

While Fal told me what to do, Marius slung my legs over his shoulders and inched me to sit in a slightly different position. I went from nodding and attentive to flush and moaning the moment a hot tongue speared through my folds. It seemed he really didn’t need instructions, though his feral gaze met mine when I glanced down to see what he was doing that felt so incredible. He’d let Niall out, and that side of him feasted on my slick without hesitation.

“How’s she taste?” Fal asked.

The kelpie growled back. The low vibration hit my pussy, and I gasped and bucked into his face. He delved deeper in my greedy channel. “I don’t think he’ll be talking for a while,” Tormund put in. “Lucky bastard.”

“You’re next,” I told him in a gasp. It was time I gave this a try. I cupped my lips over my teeth as instructed and lapped up the bead of liquid pooling at the tip of Fal’s cock. Male musk and his grass and sunshine hit my tongue on the same time, melding in harmony with the other two alpha’s tastes lingering in my mouth.

My mind hazed pleasantly as I licked and sucked as much of his shaft into my mouth as would fit. I was surrounded by my alphas, and my scent was a strong note weaving between theirs, adding an edible, sugary sweetness to the air. It fit there like it belonged.

“That’s it. Just like that,” Fal murmured. He guided my hand up to stroke the rest of his cock and squeeze the base, where his knot pulsed. More of his slick landed on my tongue, a pheromone-laced treat that I savored.

My other hand was buried in Marius’s thick head of hair, not that he needed any encouragement. His lips found my clit and sucked, and when it was too much at once, he adjusted the angle and pressure until it was a pure shot of pleasure straight to my core. One of his fingers pressed inside me, crooking as it stretched my clenching muscles.

Tormund’s presence kept me steady for both the other males. My wings flicked his torso, each flash of contact a reminder that I was pinned and submissive to my mates’ needs. His big hands roamed over my quivering belly and breasts, those giant’s fingers ever so gentle as they tweaked my nipples just right. His breath was hot at my neck, and he laved the exposed curve of my neck where I was turned away from him.

I found a rhythm with sucking and rubbing on Fal’s cock. His moans were encouragement that I was pleasing him just fine, even if my attempt seemed wet and messy. He rocked his hips into my bobbing mouth, his shaft absorbing my every noise as they rose in pitch while Marius worked a second finger into my pussy, stretching it further.

Fal hadn’t stopped talking or stroking my hair to soothe my omega side, though he mostly murmured disjointed praise at this point. “Such a good fucking omega,” he growled. “You look so beautiful with your mouth stretched around my cock.”

His knot was expanding, distracting me from the heat of his hooded gaze. It swelled with every frenzied pulse of his heart. He was close, but so was I, and when I finished first, he pulled away from my mouth abruptly.

My sudden scream filled the air while my thighs clenched around Marius’s head. I came hard and really locked down on the kelpie, who began to purr and lap at my come before I even came down from the high he’d coaxed from me.

“Fuck,” Tormund sighed, shuddering behind me.

Fal growled in agreement and crowded my face with his cock. I sucked on him, eager to see him undone next. “If you don’t take the knot, it’s polite to squeeze,” he said, his voice breaking at the end as he spilled in the back of my mouth. Though I couldn’t get my hand around it fully, I squeezed his knot and shivered with secondhand bliss as his breathing stuttered. He flooded my mouth with his seed. Rivulets of it escaped the seal of my lips despite how much I’d swallowed.

He pulled himself free and swiped up some of his come from my chin, teasing my lip until I sucked it off his finger. “Be right back.” Once he could move, he stumbled to his feet and went to the bathroom.

“Are you okay?” I asked Marius, who had his head bowed between my knees, panting. He’d stopped licking me when my leg twitched with overstimulated nerves. When he met my gaze, his usual vibrant yellow eyes were glazed over. “Oh, stars, did I hurt you?”

The kelpie rumbled a laugh. “I’m a water fae. You can’t drown me in your pussy. However, I’d love for you to try again.” He sounded drunk on nothing but pleasure.

Fal returned with towels, dropping one at Marius’s side and coming over to me with another. He swiped the lingering wetness from my face and down my neck, then bent to kiss me, long and lingering. Once we parted for air, his warm gaze searched mine before he nodded at whatever he saw. “See you soon,” he murmured, nudging me into the male still holding me upright. “She’s all yours, Tormund.”