“Mine,” he growls. His knot holds us together. Freddie is probably the least growly and less possessive than the others, but in this moment, he proves otherwise. “You feel so fucking good. Fuck. My Omega. My love. Our everything,” he says.
It’s only then that Kenji approaches us. He touches my forehead, no doubt checking for heat signs, leans over and kisses my temple before cupping Freddie’s jaw.
“How does it feel, baby?” Kenji asks Freddie. If I wasn’t already basically gushing over this mattress and knotting, I’d be wetter. Whenever Kenji is soft with Freddie, it turns me into a pile of slick Omega goo.
“Amazing,” he says, not breaking eye contact with me. “I didn’t know it would be this amazing.” Kenji strokes his jaw and my hair. Doting on us, not a hint of jealousy, just genuine affection and eagerness for his turn.
Freddie
Holyfuckingbloodyshit.No one told me it would be this amazing. I look down at Emily’s perfect face, Kenji’s warm touch is keeping me centered and not completely overwhelmed by this experience.
I feel her love for me, how special I am to her down the bond and I’m about to lose it, somehow fuck her while we’re still knotted and bite her again? I’m not sure, I feel consumed by everything that is my now bonded Omega beneath me.
I was totally on board with the let’s make a baby train, but now when I look at her, and know she’s my bonded? I want her pregnant like yesterday, with my kid. I’ve never felt so selfish, but I can’t find myself giving a fuck. Griffin being the way he is makes so much more sense now.
Emily cups my face. “Freddie, honey, are you okay?” I’m sure my flood of emotions going through the bond is confusing and hard to decipher.
“More than okay, extremely happy. I love you,” I say tenderly, kissing her as my bonded. Fuck, don’t think that’s going to get old any time soon. I’m so wrapped up in myself that I don’t really consider Kenji, except his centering touches. I look over at his deep brown eyes and there’s nothing but love there. Nothing but happiness that Emily and I have had this moment, and I’m happy that he was here to witness it. I wonder what it’s going to be like to watch them and feel it when it clicks for them. I can very, very lightly sense Dion and Griffin. But not enough to decipher their emotions, it’s more so just a sense of them being present in the bond.
“We’re going to be a real fucking pack,” I say, not really meaning to say it out loud, but I did. Emily and Kenji smile at me. With her soft hands and Kenji’s rough ones both on my skin, I’m the luckiest Alpha in the world in this moment. Emily’s skin feels warm, so I gently trace her hairline and jaw. She doesn’t feel feverish, it must just be the exertion of the bonding and fucking.
My knot deflates, releasing us, and I watch sadly as my cum slips out of her.
“What do you need, princess? Do you want to rest, eat?” Kenji asks. I’m glad he’s asking because my thoughts aren’t coherent. My thoughts are ‘fucking Christ, we bonded our Omega. Fuck her and get her pregnant a million times.’ I rub my hand down my face, and Emily grabs my hand and holds it tightly.
“I’m proud to call you mine, Freddie,” she says gently, not answering Kenji’s question right away. She looks at me lovingly before looking to Kenji. “But I want this now. I can’t wait any longer to not be bonded to you,” she tells Kenji.
He doesn’t waste a second. He takes two fingers and pushes my cum back inside of her. I purr and growl. “I think your Alpha likes that. What do you think, pretty girl?” Kenji asks her. She nods her head and pants.
I do fucking like it. He toys with her, pushing my cum back in and lazily drawing circles on her clit. He gets annoyed with her panties hitting his hand and he growls, taking his fingers out of her cunt and ripping the material on the side. Emily doesn’t complain, she just whimpers instead. Loving how rough Kenji gets with her.
The offensive red material now destroyed, he eyes up her body like he doesn’t know where to start or how he wants to take her. I wonder if he enjoyed himself as much as I did when he was watching us. Kenji loves doggy style, but to not be able to look at our Omega when he bonds her, there’s no way.
“You want to ride my face before you ride my cock, princess?”
Okay… the only thing better than him pushing me back into her, is him tasting me and Emily together before he takes her.
Emily nods her head, and Kenji lies down flat on the bed. When you look at Emily, you would probably automatically assume she’s a shy little thing. That would be a lie. She eagerly takes her place on top of Kenji’s mouth like it’s her personal throne and his nickname for her fits completely in this moment.
My cock is now hard again. I lazily stroke myself as I watch them together. The anticipation is killing me, but it makes me even harder and more eager. I want us all together after we’re bonded—a tangled mess of sweat and cum.
Kenji is tightly grabbing onto Emily’s ass cheeks as he eats her out. She fists his inky black hair that is no longer tied back as she takes her pleasure from his mouth. He smacks her ass lightly. I watch as her pale flesh reddens under his touch and I squeeze my knot.
She moans, and I watch as her back arches and her hair falls over her shoulders. The red of the bra and stockings are still stark against her perfect skin.
Kenji kneads her ass and thighs as our Omega takes what she wants. Panting and moving his face to where she wants it.
“Yes, Alpha,” she moans. Her scent is all-consuming through the nest. My mouth waters just smelling her sweet cherry and vanilla scent.
She stutters on top of Kenji. His grip is on her tight, her skin reddening and denting under his touch. Her back bends over his face as she shakes and slowly shifts off him.
“Good fucking girl,” Kenji says and Emily pants. “Get on my cock, princess.”
I’m stroking myself with rigor now as I watch them. Fuck, they look amazing together. Kenji is massive next to her, and his sharp features, dark hair, and olive skin next to her pale skin and light hair look magnificent.
Emily fists his cock with an assured confidence as she slides down his length. Her thighs glisten with a mixture of her slick and my cum from earlier. I move to the left so I can get a better look at Kenji. His hair is splayed out on the soft pillows and the blankets ruffled underneath him. A sheen of Emily’s cum shines on his chin as he smiles up at our Omega—his hands running up her sides and palming each breast.
Her small hands splay across the impressive expanse of Kenji’s chest, her short nails digging in slightly. Just how he likes.