The first thing I notice is that Wen isn't in the nest, nor do I hear him in the den, leaving me and Lyra alone. She’s curled up into a ball beside me, sweating, her face flushed and her hands between her legs. Even in the dim light of the nest, I can see the wetness pooling beneath her and soaking the blankets. I groan as her sweet scent goes straight to my head and my dick.
She's in heat again.
I'm not really surprised. The first heat for an omega can be a little wonky, not to mention her estrous was disrupted one too many times, which can throw an omega’s hormones off. Their cycles can become unpredictable, and that's a dangerous thing for unmated omegas. Luckily Wen claimed her, so at least she has her alpha to see her through it.
Not to mention we don't even have a baseline for her heat yet, so who knows how long her cycle truly is? That's one of the things we omegas learn after a few estrous cycles, and Lyra simply hasn't experienced this yet. But we'll get there, and Wen and I will be there to help her figure it all out. She's not alone; not anymore.
My own estrous is out of sorts as well. Usually it lasts two full cycles, but after that first knot, Lyra was taken from us, and that meant I left the safety of the nest and effectively cut my heat short. It was during the journey to Straf that my heat sputtered out completely.
This kind of disruption on an established and older omega sends their body into a kind of shock that can alter their cycle permanently. It really just depends on so many different factors. I'm already weak, and my heat is already watered down compared to that of other omegas, so it's no surprise mine ended so quickly.
There's still so much we don't understand about the Allagi and about our mutations, so it’s this is all guesswork anyway. There is a lot more research we need to conduct, but with our limited resources, it's not a simple feat.
"Wen!" I call out as I climb to my knees, aching to soothe her, though I know my touch would only make her burn even more. Only an alpha can sate her thirst, and ours is MIA.
"Wen!" I yell louder, not wanting to leave the nest and search for him.
I grasp my already hard shaft and squeeze, groaning as my toes curl. Lyra whimpers, and her frantic fingers pick up the pace as they slide and stroke her lower lips, trying in vain to bring herself relief.
The door opening draws my attention, and I shudder with anticipation as our mate stalks closer to the nest, because I know as soon as Lyra is sated, it will be my turn. I'm not in heat any longer, but that doesn't stop me from craving his attention and his knot. Shit, even if he just jerks me off, I'd be more than satisfied. I want his touch and hers, however they'll deign to give it.
I'm hungry for it.
Chapter 3
Wen
"Wen!"
Hearing my mate cry out for me sends me into a panicked rage until I force myself to breathe. I've been standing out on the porch since we've been home, so I know no one is inside the den. Whatever Olo's calling for isn't due to an intruder.
"Wen!"
My fists clench and I slam open the front door. The moment I step inside, realization dawns and my dick hardens. When I left the nest so my omegas could rest, I'd left that particular door open so I could better listen in, and the scent of Lyra's slick floats right to me. The odd thing is, during our journey home, Lyra was in my arms, as close as she could get, and there were no hints of her estrous then. Something within the last five rotations has obviously changed.
It's likely all the stress she's been under. Her body is trying to sort itself out, and it's wreaking havoc on her hormones. Not to mention there was no allagim flower to help jumpstart her estrous. This is all natural, and natural heats can be unpredictable.
It's no hardship to soothe her again. It's an honor, especially knowing I have two mates I can care for and protect, even if I've done a shit job of it with my newest mate thus far.
I vow to myself it won't happen again. I won't fail her again, nor will I fail Olo. I'll get even stronger so nothing can harm them.
Shivers skate down my spine at my promise, and there's a sudden sinking sensation in my stomach I don't understand. It's almost as if something out there heard my silent vow and disagrees with me.
I shake off the feeling of unease and step into the nest to see Olo on his knees beside Lyra, staring at her core with his hand gripping his cock, all while she plunges her fingers inside her sopping wet pussy.
The sight stops me in my tracks, and I suck in a sharp breath.
Olo slowly drags his gaze away from Lyra to look at me through hooded eyes and blown pupils. Without a word, I strip, tossing my clothes to floor carelessly, and step forward until I'm standing in front of both of my mates, cock rock-hard and dripping. Olo's green eyes dilate impossibly further, and Lyra licks her lips. My answering grin is positively wicked, as is the growl I can't contain.
The scent of their slick perfumes the air, heady and delicious. Olo crawls the few feet it takes to get to me and reaches up to grab my dick, mouth already opening, when I clasp his hand and use it to turn him. I crouch and grab his waist, angling him over Lyra while I claim my place behind him.
Leaning down, I whisper in his ear. "You want a taste of her pussy too, mate of mine?”
His panting is my only reply, and I just can't have that. I reach around, grip his weeping length, and squeeze, drawing a sexy little whimper from him. He arches into my chest and tilts his head, exposing the column of his neck I desperately want to bite.
So I do.
I nibble his neck, applying just enough pressure to make him whimper again, but not hard enough to draw blood. A needy whine from below reminds me of my little mate being neglected, and it's all Olo's fault.