He stroked my hair, feeding me a steady stream of compliments and reassurances, as my nails snagged on the velvet beneath.
“Let me in,” he said, they said. “Let me in, omega, and I’ll make you feel so good.”
Fingers trailed over my clit, featherlight, the subsequent pulses of my cunt making him growl, then surge forward. It was as if I’d swallowed every inch of him and then some.
“Jesus, fuck!”
That last convulsion, coming on the back of a languorous wave of pleasure, had me opening as far as I could and the knot popping in, my eyes jerking open, Tris smiling up at me.
“There’s my girl. You’re doing so well, so very well.” A hand rubbed against my stomach, moving restively. “You’re so full.”
“So full…” I agreed, the fear warring with need in my body. Because this, this was unlike any other sexual act I’d ever experienced, and that was the problem.
There was nowhere to hide when I was knotted, and Tris knew that. He rose up, and I sucked in every movement of his muscular, naked body, any barrier between us now demolished.
“I love you, Kit Greyson. I will always fucking love you.” His eyes were like lasers, cutting into me, using this moment of vulnerability to imprint upon me so completely, there was nothing else.
Except there was.
“Need to come…” Len said on a groan.
“You’re gonna come,” Tris ordered, but was it to me or Len? Tris’ hand grabbed his cock, his brows creasing, a look of terrible pleasure washing over his face. He moved in closer, sucking in great mouthfuls of my scent. “You’re gonna come around my knot, baby, and then I’m going to mark you as mine.”
This was where the night had been heading, would keep heading, over and over, the ghost we kept trying to exorcise. My hands shook as I reached for the supplies we left on the little trolley beside us, the bulbous plug there, ready to go. My hand slid down his chest and stomach, selfishly grabbing his cock from his grip, his slick covering my whole palm before it dove between his legs.
“Oh yes…” Tris cried, squirming now. “Yes!”
Like any male omega, his arse seeped clear slick, making anal a much easier prospect than it did for anyone else, so when my fingers skated over the taut ring of his anus, his hips bucked up.
“Yes… Please…”
The plug I picked up clumsily, my own body rioting as I tried to take care of Tris’, so it slipped through my fingers before I grabbed the flanged end.
“Time to take my knot,” I said, casting his words back at him as his thighs spread, as his knees pulled up towards his chest.
“Need it…” he hissed as I tried to finesse things, teasing him with the end, but he started to move, to try and take over.
“Sit still!” I growled, trying to approximate an alpha’s growl. Then Len did something that had both of us freezing still.
“Time to take her knot, little omega.” He had a deep voice, warm, rich, like a mouthful of hot chocolate on a winter’s night, but it clamped down upon the two of us and held us perfectly still. “We’ve got what you need. Stop thinking and surrender. Open yourself to her.”
Len didn’t understand, but he tried harder than the other alphas and his words, his will, had the same effect.
“Fuck…” Tris panted. “Kit!”
I stopped fucking around, pressing the point of the silicon plug to his arse, telling him over and over how hot his body looked as it opened up and took the wide tapered length in, and his cock jerked with every inch. His stomach was glazed now with pre-cum that would taste sweet, so sweet.
“Open.”
That last command rang out as the plug bulged obscenely, but not even as much as Len, my cunt squeezing down on his knot as if to remind me of my own burdens.
“Oh fuck… Oh fuck… Oh fuck…”
For a second, there was only Tris’ pants, then we all started to move.
I’d learned to be adept, to swim up out of omega headspace and be this—my omega’s mate. I cared for him, tugged his plug in and out, leant down and licked his spurting cock, called him every sweet name under the sun, spoke savage poetic couplets about his beauty as everything came apart.
“Time to come now, omega.”