Mason nods. “He’s right. Kiki, I know you said you want to bond with us too. It might be better to bond with Alexander and me toward the end. I don’t know how long our ruts will last.”
Davis throws his arm around her shoulders. “Isn’t it nice that we aren’t ruled by instincts and can bond whenever we want?”
“Shut up, Davis.” Kiara shoves at his shoulder as she flushes.
Crew throws his head back as he downs the rest of his drink. He recaps it before throwing it out of the nest and stalking sensually toward Kiara on his hands and knees. “It’s time to bond, my love.”
Davis scoots out of the way as Crew crawls up her body and pushes her onto her back. Their lips meet in a dirty, hungry kiss that has my cock standing at attention.
Who am I kidding? I’ve been hard since I closed the door and Crew’s scent enveloped us. But watching the two of them is hot as hell.
Crew pulls back and kisses the tip of her nose before slipping further down her body. He pauses at her tits, lapping at her nipples before blowing on them. Kiara’s back arches, and he smirks as he continues downward until he settles between her legs, throwing them over his shoulders.
Before diving in, he glances over his shoulder at Davis. “This is the only time during my heat I’ll need any prep. My slick production is already increasing, but we’re not there yet. Why don’t you prep me while I make our girl come? Then you can fuck her through me.”
“Fuuuuck.” Davis reaches down to squeeze the base of his dick. “That sounds hot as fuck.”
“Then get to prepping his ass, beta,” Mason barks, and Davis moves without hesitation. There wasn’t much power behind his bark, but he’s eager to bond with our omega.
Holy shit.
In no time at all, we’re going to have a bonded omega—and not just any omega, but our scent-matched omega.
Then, we’ll make Kiara ours.
I can’t wait to have both of them in our bond.
I settle beside Mason, both of us wanting a prime viewing spot as our hands encircle our cocks.
Crew licks a stripe along Kiara’s pussy before blowing on her, and her back arches off the nest once more. It seems our girl likes a bit of temperature play. That might be fun to explore outside of Crew’s heat.
“Oh, fuck,” Crew cries out as Davis spreads his cheeks and tongues at his puckered hole. “Yes, fuck. That feels amazing.”
Kiara’s hand slides into Crew’s hair as she yanks his head up so he’s looking at her. “I was promised an orgasm.”
Crew smirks. “Yes, you were.”
He dives back in, fucking his tongue into her wet cunt as Davis eats his ass. Crew is panting and shaking, his attention wavering from time to time as he tries to focus on getting Kiara off. Eventually, he slides his fingers into her and sucks on her clit.
“Mmm, good idea,” Davis murmurs and glances around with wide eyes. “Fuck. Do we have any lube?”
“Do we have any lube?” Mason chuckles, flipping open a bottle and pouring some into his hand before offering it to me.
I hold out my hand and as soon as he trickles some onto it, I return it to my cock.
Mmmm. Much better.
“Catch.” Mason lobs the bottle at Davis, who catches it easily.
He pours some over his fingers before lifting them to Crew’s ass. “Ready?”
“Get your fingers in my ass and prep me. I want that cock in me as soon as Kiara comes,” Crew demands, and I bite my cheek to keep myself from laughing.
Crew has barely started his heat. If he’s already this demanding, I can only imagine how bad it’ll get as it progresses—I can’t fucking wait.
“Sir, yes, sir.” Davis pushes one finger inside, and Crew practically melts as he begins to fuck him with it. It doesn’t take long for him to add a second, then a third.
“Fuck, yes, Crew. I’m almost there,” Kiara moans, and it’s fucking sinful. Both of her hands are in his hair as she holds him against her, grinding her pussy against his face.