Page 79 of Feral Creed

I put my arms around her. “Would you like to watch your mates fuck each other, omega?” I say. “Would you like to be sandwiched in the middle of your mates while we fuck each other?”

She groans. “Please.”

And it’s like I said before. With more lube, more lube than last time, it’ll be fine.

lotus

IT DOESN’T WORK.

They’re sore, and I know it’s my fault, because of the time before, the biting frenzy, when I ran them ragged for my pleasure, and here they are, doing it again, for me, and it’s not working, because my heat is just raging through us all.

Knight’s ass is bleeding, and he says it’s no big deal, and that he can handle it, and I feel like I’m being crushed, like the walls are closing in on me and there’s nowhere I can turn.

Arrow keeps assuring me they want this, that they enjoy doing this for me, and I feel through the bond that it’s true. Well, that it’s both true and not true, somehow. That they enjoy it, but that they can’t not enjoy it, that even when it hurts, they like it, but that they—we—are all understandably frightened of it.

It’s power, the heat is power, a power that is both part of us and outside of us at the same time.

I realize I’m fighting it, and the fighting is the problem.

We can’t end the heat.

We have to get through it, and that means surrendering. It is going to happen, and there is no stopping it. The best way to get it over with it is to just do it, because fighting it is only prolonging it.

So, I give in.

And my omega takes over. I don’t exactly trust my omega, I have to admit. Whatever that part of me is, she sometimes goes too far. But I have no choice, so I let her take control.

She is gentle with my alphas, though, kissing each of them in turn and then softly ordering them to get on their knees by the bed.

She lines them up, so they are all settled down there, on their knees but with their torsos upright, their knees spread just a little, their cocks knotted up and pointed straight out.

She has me straddle each of them, tease their hard cocks with my pussy, settling on them but not taking their knots, kissing and stroking their chests.

“Tell me whose alpha you are,” I coo to each of them.

And they all respond in husky, deep, masculine voices that they belong to me, to Lotus.

“You’re my very pretty omega,” Striker says to me, affectionate.

“You want to knot me, don’t you?” I say to him, giving him a sultry smile as I sink down on his hard cock.

“Yes,” he hisses.

“Too bad,” I say, giving him a wicked grin and climbing off him.

Then I go to the next alpha in line and tease him.

I do this for a long time, reducing all of my alphas to pleading with me to take their knots, gasping against my lips as I kiss them, sayingpleasein voices that crack.

But finally, I get back to Striker and I take his cock again, sinking down onto him, all the way to the edge of his knot.

“You feel this,” I say to them. “You feel this through the bond.”

They all groan, and Striker’s eyes are close.

“Admit it,” I say. “Say, ‘yes, omega.’”

“Yes, omega,” whispers Arrow softly.

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