7. Maxim

7

MAXIM

I don't want to have sex with Heller, but I do want him to watch everything Eli is doing to me right now. Heller and I built a nest together. He accepted my song at the apex of his nest without even asking why the recording on the phone was so precious.

He knew I wouldn't put something there unless it was really important.

Eli is getting bigger inside of me now. He's finally giving me what I need. Heller's breath quickens above us. He's getting off on the way Eli's hips are snapping into me—the way he's plowing into me now without holding back. I relax into the floor and just take everything he's giving me, even the knot that won't stop growing. Heller cries out. I know instinctively that he's coming on the nest. Maybe I should want to come on it too, but I don't. I want to come right here with Eli. He thrusts inside one last time before his knot becomes too big to pull out again.

"Fuck, Max. You're so… oh."

He rocks deeper into me. I'm open so wide, I feel unweighted to this world. I'm in a different reality where Eli has filled every cavity of my body until there's no loneliness or sadness in my heart. I never want it to end.

"How long does your knot last?" I ask.

He makes slow sweet circles with his hips. "As long as you keep squeezing it, baby, it will last as long as you want it to. It's for you, Max. Take your pleasure."

In the back of my mind I remember him explaining this earlier. That omega penguin shifters sometimes stayed on their mate's knots for hours, coming again and again until they felt so satiated, they couldn't move. I'm not sure I could handle him for that long, and Heller will need us soon.

But soon isn't now.

Time seems to stop as I move with Eli, our bodies rocking in a wonderful synchronicity.

"You feel so good, baby. Thank you for taking my knot."

He whispers thank you's and sweet nothings while he grinds his knot so deep into me, I feel like he's changing the shape of my body. There comes a point where his movements become more urgent, and my body starts climbing up a ladder of pleasure that keeps intensifying. It's almost too much, and yet, not quite enough. I beg him for more, not even sure how he would give it to me, and then I skyrocket to an impossible peak, clenching his knot and spilling my seed onto the carpet beneath me.

As his knot softens I feel hollow in the best way. Eli has left an imprint inside of me. I know it won't last forever. It can't. Something like that wouldn't be safe. But I enjoy the feel of it for a while.

Eli plants gentle kisses over my back and on top of my head. He takes my hand and pulls me up onto the bed. I follow him with legs of jelly.

Heller looks into my eyes as Eli kneels behind him. While he watches us, I watch him. The sweet pleasure in his face shifts to strain as the egg moves down in his body. Eli explains every step of the way. He's gentle and patient. Also, he's completely sure of himself. It's obvious that he's done this many times.

A part of me wondered how it would feel to see my mate's fingers up another man's ass. Mostly, I just feel awe. Heller is straining, telling Eli that he can't do it. But Eli is assuring him that he can—that he's strong. He reminds Heller of all the hard things he's done in the past because Eli knows Heller. He's taken the time to ask all of those questions I thought had nothing to do with egg-laying.

The way Eli's voice ebbs and flows, encouraging Heller when he needs it, but letting him rest too, feels like its own kind of song with a tempo and a melody. It may not be a magic song or even a pretty one. But it's a song that means a lot to the omegas he sings it for.

Eventually, the song is interrupted by the drop of an egg onto the mattress. It is the prettiest egg I have ever seen. White, with little brown spots and a lovely oval shape.

Instinctively, I shift into my bear form. I feel a little shy because Eli's never seen my bear form before and Heller is clearly shocked that I've taken my animal form in front of him, despite the fact that he watched Eli knot me. Eli shifts shortly afterword, and I scoop them both into my arms.

He's adorably tiny in his penguin form. Like a fuzzy Eli penguin doll with a beak.

Heller doesn't shift with us, but he does lay against me. It's a statement of sorts. He wants to be here with us, but this moment isn't the same for him. I don't think he wants it to be. There are reasons why he's giving up his egg for adoption.

For the first time, I see the personal strength required in what Heller is doing. He really has to know himself. I'm grateful for how strong he is—how sure of what he wants with his life. But also, how sure he is of what he doesn't want.

Sometimes, that's even more important.