My throat turns to dust. I’ve seen them rut often. I have even enjoyed the sight since I claimed her. But the wildness of their coupling has a powerful impact on me.
Rut.
I reel back as this dawns upon me. I’ve never experienced a rut having never taken a mate, nor felt the inclination to rut wolf bitches through heat, for there was always a chance of unwelcome bonding. Their wildness is an infection crawling under my skin. I want to rip Brook from her and take my rightful place as first. She is in heat, she will take me. When I am sated, they may have their turn.
“Do I need to chain you?”
Hawthorn’s voice stirs me. He is staring at me, as is Caden.
The little Omega on the bed wails in frustration as Brook pulls out and shoots cum over her back.
I realize how the angles are all wrong, how I am taller, and how I fill so much more space.
“Do you need to be fucking bound?” Hawthorn repeats. He is first Alpha for a reason. Despite knowing that I can best him, he is ready to challenge me if I threaten our mate’s wellbeing.
I understand how tiny she is compared to me, how vulnerable. I could break her easily. In our soldiering life, I have trusted in Hawthorn many times. My life has depended upon that trust more than once. I trust him now, implicitly. He will see that she is prepared well before I rut her.
I flex my furred hands and lift my snout toward the high ceiling to release a fierce growl. The power of this form courses through me, but I’m no weak-willed Alpha. My eyes shift to the bed, where the Omega is oblivious to the tension, for she is making a nest.
Her ripe scent is delicious; my nose twitches and my lips curl back.
“I don’t need to be bound,” I say, my gravel voice vibrates through my chest. “But I want to taste her in this form. Then you will rut her until she is ready for me.”
Hawthorn nods, then he turns and sees what our little Omega is up to. For the briefest moment, the dark edge of early rut leaves him, and I see only tenderness in his eyes. She was his long before she was mine. She was all of theirs long since. I am the interloper, a wave crashing into their once orderly world.
The knowledge steadies me.
She is industrious at her task, pushing and fluffing and barely noticing she has the rabid interest of four Alpha males, who are all thinking about how they will enjoy ruining her hard work.
Like bees drawn to a honeypot, we all move in, circling the bed, watching our little prize put the soft things into place.
Then she stops, her nose twitching before she pauses to throw a look over her shoulder. My lips curl up in the equivalent of a smirk, and the little Omega is tossed onto her back.
Her wide eyes blink up at me, and her lips part on a gasp. I think she might be about to balk or scream, but her face softens into a mischievous smile, and her hands reach to pet the side of my snout. I lick the seam of her lips and up the side of her face before lashing her throat with my tongue. Her skin is saturated with pheromones, and every inch of her is delicious. I purr as I taste her, licking lower, catching the underside of her breast before lashing the stiff peak of her nipples.
“Oh, please!” Her small hands clench the fur at the back of my head, her legs falling open and hips rolling to rub her wet little pussy against me.
I lick every inch of her, tasting skin, familiarizing my wolf side with our mate. My cock hangs heavy between my legs, the tip poking from the sheath and dripping pre-cum. My purr shifts to a growl as I reach her pussy, nose pressing into her wet slit so I can scent her.
“Oh!” Her small hands make fists in my fur, hips thrusting up for me.
I lick the length of the seam, tongue flat and wide. Her squeal makes my dick jerk, and a blob of pre-cum ejects from the tip. I lavish her with my tongue, coating my snout in her essence, letting her rich scent fill me. With every pass of my tongue, I sink deeper into the rut. She wriggles, thrashing in a way that I know is the onset of a climax.
I pin her, clawed hands enclosing her thighs, holding her perfectly still and at my mercy. The anticipation of her coming heightens my own arousal. I poke my tongue deep into her tight channel, curving it up as I seek that little rough patch of her slick gland. Back arching, she screams as the tip of my tongue breaches the tiny opening. She is sensitive here, and I’m rewarded by a heady gush of her sweet cum.
Priya
I am an insensible puddle on the bed as Raglan’s thick, bestial tongue fills my pussy. His dark, tawny fur is silky soft under my clenching fingers. I gaze through hooded eyes at the beastly head between my splayed thighs, feeling another climax lifting up, gripping, and tearing me apart. My deep moans are as animalistic as the beautiful monster lapping at my pussy like it is the sweetest treat.
Breath panting, I come again, squealing and gasping. My climax sends him wild, rough tongue lapping up my body’s offering from the source before turning attention to my swollen clit. I grip him, thrashing, trying to pull him closer and, at the same time, push him away. “I need cock,” I say. Impatience grips me when he does not heed my demands. He pins me harder, and another climax tears through me.
It doesn’t help. The more I come, the more desperate I am to feel hardness thrusting deep. The need becomes maddening.
