Page 110 of His Bonded Omega Mate
Hiroshi’s head whipped around to his mate, his eyes narrowing. “What?” Then it dawned and his face lit up. “Sexy time smells!” Then his face fell. “But I’m not allowed to have sex.”
Roan leaned forward, whispering seductively in his mate’s ear, “there are other ways to have sex that don’t involve penetration.” He finished his words with a nip to Hiroshi’s ear.
My omega mate shuddered. “Okay, let’s do that.”
I’d stripped some blankets off the nest and laid them on the bed, just in case they agreed to my plan. My raven was getting antsy, hopping and cawing inside me. This needed to be done soon.
Asher closed the gap between me and took my mouth in a soul-destroying kiss. For that moment, he owned me. His shifter strength kept me on my feet as I melted into him. Mouths still connected, he walked us to the bed. He took his lips from mine to whip my t-shirt off, then kissed his way down my body until he was on his knees.
Hiroshi and Roan were on the bed making out, hardly any clothes between them. My Sunshine had a determined look on his face. Being on a sex ban had really ticked him off.
Ash worked my pants down my legs, I’d gone without underwear and was aware that a trickle of slick was running down my thighs. Asher nosed at my groin and moaned. “Fuck! I love the way you smell.” He ran his tongue over my hard cock, licking the bead of precum that had gathered there. Taking me in hand, he drifted lower, mouthing my taint and sucking on my balls.
“Ash, please,” I begged.
“Turn around, bend over the bed.”
I laid with my chest on the bed, ass out for Asher to admire. “Goddess, your ass!” He ran reverent hands over it, opening me so that he could tongue my hole, tasting the slick I’d made for him. He ate me like I was his favorite treat, complete with moans and groans.
Just this, my alpha lavishing all his attention on my ass, had me leaking and desperate. “Ash, please.”
“Get on the bed,” he ordered, voice gruff. I scrambled to obey as he undressed behind me. Getting comfortable on the bed was difficult. I was too round to sleep on my back, my stomach was out. “Here, get on your side.” Asher put a cushion under my stomach and spooned me. “This way, I can do this,” he shifted my leg, opening me to him and eased in slowly.
I sighed as he rocked into me, kissing, licking, and biting over my neck.
“Come here, Sunshine,” I beckoned. He shuffled closer, hand reaching for my cock as his lips met mine. “Hmm, yes!” He stroked me as his tongue massaged mine. Our kiss broke as we tried to get an angle so we could touch each other. Stupid pregnancy bellies ruining all the fun.
Hiroshi giggled, and turned his feet near my shoulders, our groins lining up nicely. With his head off the bed, he could suck Roan off, the alpha’s bright green eyes blazing as he watched his mate enjoy himself.
I wrapped my hand around mine and Hiroshi’s cock’s, the precum and slick easing the glide as he rocked against me.
It was heavenly to have my mate thrusting carefully inside me as Hiroshi was against me. I’d have preferred to be inside him, but this was almost as good.
Roan eased from Hiroshi’s mouth, kissed his mate, then joined us on the bed. He used his mate’s thighs to bring himself to orgasm just as Hiroshi came all over me.
Asher thrust harder, his knot stretching me. The dual sensations of Hiroshi’s release over my cock, plus the pleasant burn of the knot sent me over the edge.
I slumped as I lay knotted and sated. My raven was ecstatic that we had successfully covered all the blankets in the scents of our family.
Egg Time
Asher
OnceTatehadfinishedfixing the nest for the fifth time, we settled into bed, hopeful for a few hours of sleep before Tate had to shift and lay this egg.
To say I was nervous was an understatement. I’d never expected to be a father, let alone one to three babies. My lion had claimed the ones sired by Roan and Tate, since they belonged to him, too. As far as we were concerned, we were a unit, we would tackle the challenges of parenthood together.
My lion woke me at signs of distress from my mate. He was still asleep, his muscles twitching with a shift as he lay dreaming. Seeing the signs that he was ready, I got my phone and called Michaella and texted Aldrin. The witch had promised to be on call when we spoke earlier in the day, when I’d noticed Tate was off and hyper focused on the nest.
When I was finished with the call, I went down the hall to Xavier’s room and knocked.
“Come in.”
I opened the door and let him know our doula was on the way and to expect things to get weird. Xavier had never seen anyone lay an egg, but we weren’t close enough to allow him to witness it this time.
Michaella, Aldrin, James, and Ívarr all arrived together, just as I’d roused a sleepy Tate and got him in the nest. I shifted, relying on the pack bond with Aldrin and James to communicate as I settled curled up around Tate in the nest.
Our mate had made it perfectly. It felt safe, warm, and smelled of happiness and family.
