Page 21 of In Stockings
Fuck, this feels good. Fuck, she feels and sounds and tastes good.
My eyes open as I hear Craig step closer too. There are no words from him. Astrid simply pulls away from Samson’s kiss and offers herself to our packmate.
“Shit, this is hot!” Samson mutters, pulling down the braces of his trousers and tugging his t-shirt over his head as he watches Craig kiss the omega.
Getting naked seems like an excellent idea. I’ve been dreaming all night about unbuttoning that dress of hers and discovering what lies beneath. But then there’s the pitter-patter of tiny feet in the hallway.
Instantly we all freeze.
“Daddy!” Lyra calls. “Dada! Pops!
“Shit,” Craig mumbles as he and Samson trudge towards the door.
I pause, kissing Astrid’s neck.
“I’m sorry, but duty calls again.”
“Don’t be sorry,” she says.
“I’ll see you in the morning.”
There’s no use kidding ourselves. This isn’t happening tonight, not with Lyra in the house. I just hope that means we haven’t blown our chance.
5
Astrid
I stripoff my tights and snuggle into the bed, still wearing my dress, frustrated and horny as hell. I’m not blaming the pack. Lyra comes first, and perhaps getting it on with her a few rooms away wouldn’t have worked. But I can't help the way my body feels. Those three men have stoked me up, and now I’m burning with desire, with the need to be touched.
I peer towards the door in the darkness. I can hear them talking softly, guiding her back to bed. Then I hear the shower running, and as much as I want to strip out of my clothes and join those three alphas under the scalding hot water, I know I can't.
I’m stuck here alone. As always.
Was it just a moment of madness? Three alphas unable to resist an omega under their roof? Will it all be awkward in the morning as they hurry me out the door without an invitation to repeat what just occurred?
I hope not. Their kisses certainly felt real. My skin tingles all over with the memory of their lips. They all tasted different. All kissed me differently. But oh my, those kisses were knicker destroying. In fact, my knickers are so wet, I’m probably going to leave a puddle in their bed.
Finally, light switches flip, footsteps die away, and the house is quiet. I’m still awake. Lying here with everything between my legs throbbing.
I peer towards the door a second time, then slide my hand into my underwear, gasping at how swollen I am and how sensitive my clit is. My touch feels divine there, filling me with immediate relief, even if it’s not the touch I want. My fingers are too small, too slender. Their fingers are long and powerful. Capable of putting out fires and stoking them too.
I bite my lip against a moan as I sink further beneath the covers, my fingers working through my folds. In my head, it’s not me touching myself. It’s their fingers ringing my clit, flicking it, stroking it, whispering words of encouragement in my ear. Calling me Omega.
Omega.
I hear it in my ears as clear as a bell. How it sounded in all three of their mouths. I come, arching and folding against the mattress, biting on my forearm to stop myself from screaming out loud.
God, if they make me feel this good simply from a few PG-rated kisses, how the fuck will they make me feel if we actually do more?
I fall asleep with those delicious ideas spinning in my mind.
* * *
I’m prettysure I come again in my sleep. I was dreaming of three alphas devouring me, pleasuring me in every way imaginable, rutting me hard and hard and hard and…I’d woken up panting, my body buzzing and my clit tingling in that post-orgasmic way.
It’s morning now, the room hazy with December sunshine.
Did I cry out? Did anyone hear?
