"Three," he says calm as a fucking cucumber while I writhe in a useless effort to escape the burn on my butt. "We will start with ten spankings and see if you're sufficiently remorseful for your actions then, mate."
"Ten?!" I cry out with a kick. "I am sorry! I'm remorseful!"
Smack!
I yelp, face hot as the scent of my arousal reaches my nose. If I can smell it, there's no doubt in my mind that Wen and Olo can too, since they're closest to my core.
"Four."
Crack!"Five."Slap!"Six."
I cry out, pussy tingling, breaths growing ragged.
Smack!
"Seven."
I stop struggling to free myself. Now I wiggle for an entirely different reason. I'm burning up, dripping and aching, and I hate it, but love it at the same time. It's messing with my head, and I don't know what to do.
Crack!"Eight."Slap!"Nine."
I'm moaning now, and he growls, his hard length digging into my side, tempting me, calling me, and I want it. I need it. My back is arching in his hold. I'm presenting my ass, begging for more, and more I get.
Crack!
"Ten," he snarls, flipping me over and on my back in the bedding so fast it makes my head spin, legs splayed over his massive shoulders. "Olo?"
My focus is all on Wen, but Olo's response to the silent question is loud and clear. "I'm content to watch. She needs you."
"You're sure?"
"Yes." Olo's response is emphatic. "Take her so I can watch, alpha."
Wen growls, and in one swift move, he enters me so roughly I squeal. The pace he sets is punishing, but gods, it's perfect. I'm so wet he's able to glide right through my depths all the way to the hilt. Each thrust has me seeing stars, and I know it's only a matter of time before I explode. Wen's grunting and frantic movements tells me he's not far off either, and just the sheer anticipation of his knot stretching me nearly has me coming on the spot.
Olo leans in and brings his lips to mine in the sweetest of kisses. His touch is feather light, and the contrast between him and our alpha brings is so damn perfect my mind blanks. Then nimble fingers pluck at my nipples, and I moan long and loud into Olo's mouth. Wen's responding growl is all heat and need as his hips stutter. I grind myself on Wen, silently begging for the friction to return with me so close to release.
Our alpha obliges, resuming his punishing pace as Olo continues his teasing touches to my breasts. It doesn't take long before I feel his knot blooming, and I'm nearly sobbing now with the need to come. One last harsh thrust seats Wen to the base, and his knot balloons just beyond my pelvic bone, securing us in place. The first spray of his hot seed inside me has my inner muscles clenching around him as I find my own release.
I scream into Olo's mouth, who echoes my desperate cry with one of his own as I ripple along Wen's hard shaft. Wen presses his lower half into the bedding with his hips, ensuring we're as snug as we can be while he empties himself into me.
The stars finally fade from my vision, and I come back down from my orgasmic high. Olo's sitting beside me, his hand working his own shaft to free the last few sputters from his cock while Wen and I look on. His face is flushed and he's breathing hard, and fuck, it’s a sexy vision.
Wen leans forward, careful of where we're still connected, and steals his other mate's lips in a fierce kiss, one that leaves me panting almost as badly as my fellow omega.
There's this… peace inside me now, one that makes me drowsy and languid, and I don't fight it. I'm finally home with my mates, finally in our nest, finally free. All the stress, the fear, the panic, is nothing more than a distant dream, though I know there's a lot of healing still left to do. I know the anxiety will resurface until the trauma has been dealt with, but for now, it's enough.
The first step was coming home and reconnecting with my mates, and we've done that. Knowing Clija is dead and gone is another huge relief. However long this healing process may be, I'm not alone. I have Wen and Olo, and they have me. We will tackle this together as a family.
A family that will soon become four.
I'm excited.
Chapter 21
Epilogue
Lyra