14. Oz

14

Oz

O nce Meggie’s mom and sisters are in bed, we all make our way up to the nest together.

“I still think we should have won the gingerbread competition,” Ellis says, with a note of playful jabbing in his voice. “You didn’t even make a house.”

“A pool is infinitely better than a house,” McQuinn scoffs. “Obviously.”

“Not in the winter.” Harrison puts toothpaste on his toothbrush.

“The voters thought so.” Nils steals the toothpaste from him.

“I’d rather be in the pool any day,” McQuinn replies. He’s leaning in the arch that leads from the bathroom to the massive bedroom space, arms crossed in a way that makes his lean muscles bulge. Fuck, why can’t I stop looking at my pack mate’s forearms?

I cast my eyes up and away, but that only makes it worse. McQuinn is right under a bundle of Meggie’s mistletoe. My heart picks up, pounding against my ribs. I don’t say anything about it. Just because I’m the one who notices he’s under the mistletoe doesn’t mean I have to be the one to kiss him. He probably wouldn’t like it if I did. He’s got Nils and Meggie, Dante and Ellis, he doesn’t need me.

I wonder if his lips are as soft as Meggie’s. Would he kiss me the way he kisses her? Or would it be rougher? I bet I could be a lot rougher with him. A shiver runs up my spine.

“Oooohhh, someone’s under the mistletoe,” Meggie sing-songs as she crawls into bed. “Someone needs to kiss McQuinn.”

“I’ll do it.” Shit, did I say that out loud? The words are out of my fucking mouth before I give it a second thought.

I expect McQuinn to look surprised or give me some kind of snarky remark, instead he just gives me an I-dare-you smirk and crooks his finger at me.

Alright, smartass, I see your challenge. I march right up to him, grab a fist full of his hair and tug the tall bastard down until his lips crash into mine. I’d planned on a quick kiss, but the moment we’re close, there’s something inside me that just wants more and unleashes .

My bulky body presses against his lean strength, igniting a spark that travels straight down my spine. I don’t feel protective or gentle with him the way I do with Meggie. I’m rough, and he’s rougher. Just like I thought he might be.

His tongue plunges between my lips, and my dick throbs in approval. We’re close enough that I can feel the bulge between his legs harden against me. Holy shit. I’m kissing McQuinn. He’s kissing me back. Our lips and tongues meeting and melding and fighting for dominance. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

With a hand on the back of my neck holding me there, he swallows my groan and pulls away just enough to nip my lip with his teeth. The pleasure-pain heats my blood and I’m hard as a rock. I don’t let him get away or pull back again. I demand more.

Any questions or uncertainty I had are gone. I just take, and he gives. And it feels… right.

When we finally come up for air, the room is dead silent. I forgot we had an audience. The heat that was from arousal a second ago quickly morphs to embarrassment.

“So, are we done pretending you’re not into dudes?” McQuinn whispers as he drags his thumb across my lower lip. His cocky smirk is tempered by the lust raging in his eyes.

All I can do is swallow and nod. I don’t trust my voice to answer.

“Fuck, that was hot.” Meggie’s words are nearly a moan and her massive smile erases every concern I had.

“Are you two coming to bed?” Nils pats the comforter next to him, making no effort to hide the tent he’s pitching under his reindeer boxer briefs.

A loaded question.

McQuinn slides his hand into mine and gently tugs me toward the rest of our pack. My heart is going to pound its way out of my chest, and thank fucking Rudolph McQuinn doesn’t comment on my sweaty palms. I’m nervous. I’m kinda scared. I’m so excited I might jizz in my pants before anything happens.

Harrison wraps an arm around Meggie’s waist and pulls her into his body, giving me space. Her cheeks are flushed, her smile wide. There might be tears in her eyes, but our horny girl wriggles her ass against Harrison’s crotch, and I’m thankful for the way they wordlessly understand what I need. What I want.

Which, for right now, is men. My pack mates. I want to explore every inch of them, do all the things I’ve been secretly dreaming about.

Ellis and Dante are across the room by the dresser. They wear matching gleeful smiles, like Santa came early, but they don’t make any sudden movements that might scare me off.

Nils crawls across the mattress to the edge of the bed where McQuinn and I are standing, the sight making my mouth water. He’s only got on those fucking Christmas boxers. His chest is bare, firm muscles rippling as he moves closer.

Giving his bonded a quick kiss, he turns to me and it feels as if he’s looking into my soul, like he understands exactly the mix of feelings swimming in my chest. Kneeling on the bed, he cups my chin, pulls me toward him, and kisses me the way a first kiss should be. His kiss is hungry and demanding, just like McQuinn’s, but softer somehow. I fold under the passion he’s unleashing. McQuinn’s kiss made me feel like I would combust, this kiss makes me melt.

He pulls back long enough to yank my shirt overhead. McQuinn comes to stand behind me. Maybe so I feel supported, maybe so I don’t run away, but I don’t care why. Nils is kissing down my throat, my chest. His tongue tracing the curves of my abdomen and lines of my tattoos. I let my head fall back onto McQuinn, and he steps closer, his body flush against mine. His erection pressing against my ass through our clothes. Even that thin bit of fabric between us feels like too much. I want to feel his skin against mine.

Nils flicks his tongue along my belly button, then slips his fingers into the waistband of my pajama pants and tugs them down with my boxers in one smooth swoosh.

I’ve been naked with these guys—my pack mates—countless times before, but this is insanely different. I’m standing in front of the bed, completely bare with all of their attention on me. The only one not looking at me is Harrison, who’s got his face buried in Meggie’s neck as he sucks on her delicate skin. Our omega gives me a heated wink as she licks her lips.

“How do you want to play?” Ellis’s gaze burns into me.

“When you thought about this, what did you dream?” Dante asks, leaning against the wall next to the bed, his arms crossed over his chest, his gaze dark with lust. A shiver rushes up my spine. McQuinn chases it with a kiss on the back of my neck. Dante pushes off the wall and comes closer. “Did you think about sinking your cock into McQuinn or having that long length of his in your ass while you’re bent over like a good boy?”

“Fuuuuck,” I breathe, my head falling back against McQuinn. “All of it. I want all of it. All of you.”

Laying down on the bed on his belly, Nils wraps his fingers around the base of my cock, and flicks his tongue along the beads of pre-cum coating the tip.

Ellis smirks, then lays down next to Nils, bringing his mouth to the other side of my dick so they can lick up both sides together.

“Holy fuck,” I groan. I think I'm in shock. This can't be happening. The sight of both their tongues on me is so erotic it might kill me.

Behind me, McQuinn reaches around to fist his hands in Nils’s hair. “Make him feel good, baby.”

Nils opens his mouth, and McQuinn guides him deep onto my cock. He doesn’t gag the way Meggie does sometimes. He moans as if he loves being dominated by McQuinn like that. Ellis rolls to his side and runs his fingers casually up and down Nils’s back as Nils sucks the life out of me .

I feel like my face is on fire, and I can’t look away as he bobs up and down my length entirely at McQuinn’s control.

I’m a mess. We haven’t even done much yet, and already I’m a groaning mess of pleasure and sensation. My legs shake so much I’d probably fall over if McQuinn wasn’t supporting me from behind. Ellis cups my balls and tugs hard. Harder that Meggie would dare. I can’t stop my hips from bucking. McQuinn’s hot breath on my neck is the only warning I get before he sucks my earlobe into his mouth and nips the tender flesh.

“That's enough.” Dante’s words border on a bark. He’s standing over us all, too far to reach out and touch, but close enough that his presence suddenly dominates the space. “He’s not finishing down your pretty little throat. Not tonight.”

With a groan that I feel down into my balls, Nils slides off and lets me go with a pop . I try to re-focus on the room around me, but I’m deliciously off balance.

Sometime in the past few minutes, while I was wrapped up with my pack mates, Meggie slipped out of her pajamas. She’s riding Harrison. Slowly, not trying to make herself come. Her gaze lands on me, languid and heady, as she teases her nipples. McQuinn mirrors the movement on my body. The moan I let out is positively depraved.

Spurred on by my pleasure, Meggie plunges herself back down on Harrison. His hands on her hips, he guides our girl back up, giving the rest of us time to explore as he keeps our needy little omega happy. Fuck, she’s gorgeous.

They all are.

I take in Nils and Ellis stretched out on the bed and smiling up at me. While I was focusing on Meggie, they kicked off their holiday boxers, revealing their skin, their muscles, their firm backsides.

With a rough tug, Dante grips the back of my head and demands I look at him. My breath catches in my throat.

His lips brush mine as he says, “You’re not coming tonight until we’ve all had a taste.”

His words are fire in my gut. My cock bobs like it’s nodding its head in agreement with his plan.

I can’t look away as he drags his shirt over his head, steps out of his mistletoe boxers, and grips his cock, lazily stroking himself. Fuck, he’s big.

I’ve seen all of this before… All of them before, but it’s completely different now.

Now, it feels like they’re undressing for me. Now, it feels like they’re mine. And I’m theirs. All theirs.

“Do you want to fuck or be fucked?” Dante’s dirty words send a fresh wave of blood to my straining dick. I’m harder than a yule log.

“I don’t know,” I croak. My voice is hoarse. It’s weird how dry my throat feels because my mouth is watering, my body is short circuiting.

Nils gives the tip of my cock a quick lick. “Tell us what you want, Ozren.”

“Fuck,” I groan. Nils does it again, but this time Ellis joins in. It’s like they’re kissing each other around my cock. And I’m gonna come. I can feel the tingling starting at the base of my spine, my balls drawing up. I’m gonna come before I even get what I really want. “Both!” I squawk, jumping back, but bumping into McQuinn, who’s naked now, too.

“I call dibs on being fucked by Oz’s mammoth cock.” Ellis grins, repositioning so he’s on his back, staring up at me.

Dante gives a deep murmur of approval.

McQuinn shoves me from behind as Dante tugs me forward, and next thing I know, I’m kneeling between Ellis’s spread thighs. He pulls me down for a kiss, and the sensation is entirely different from kissing Nils or McQuinn. Maybe it’s because I’m on top of him that it seems different, but Ellis lets me lead, giving me the control I’m used to having. I could kiss him for it. And I do.

I let my hands trail lazily down his chest. I’ve never felt a guy this way before. The firm pecs and hard nipples. After the Olympics, we all eased up on the grueling body hair maintenance, and I love how the sprinkling of chest hair over his toned stomach feels beneath my touch. I let my hands wander further, tracing the defined muscles down to his pelvis, sinking lower to graze his balls before wrapping a fist around his hard pierced length.

The cool metal teases my palm as I glide my hand up and down, exploring him, watching the way his face contorts in pleasure. Pleasure I’m bringing him.

“I like that.” Ellis groans. The reassurance makes my chest swell. I’ve never done this before. I give him a light stroke before gripping him harder, and his moan spurs me on.

But I’m not between his thighs for a hand job. I’m trying not to overthink this, so I slide myself back and suck him into my mouth before my brain can catch up to what I’m doing.

“Such a good boy,” Dante says. “I’m so proud of you, laying with your ass up between his legs. I want to hear you choke on that dick.” The praise has my brain combusting. I could damn near finish from Dante’s words alone, but what sounds just as good is Ellis’s gasp.

I let him thrust up into my throat, and I gag, unfamiliar with the feel. Ellis spreads his legs wider, and I can’t believe this is actually happening. I pop off his dick, leaving it wet. I take a minute to soak in the sight, then sink lower and suck one of his balls into my mouth.

It always feels amazing when Meggie does that to me, and I can tell by Ellis’s reaction that he likes it too. Grabbing his ass with both hands, I move my mouth lower. It’s not that much different from eating pussy. Those skills seem transferrable, and fuuuck Ellis is squirming and groaning, and I feel like a fucking king.

“Stop playing and fuck him,” McQuinn commands.

I look over my shoulder and find McQuinn eagerly fisting his cock just behind me. He leans over, close enough to whisper. “Fuck him, so I can fuck you.”

Ellis groans. “Yes, please fucking yes.”

Kissing back up his body, I settle between his thighs. I might go into cardiac arrest with the way my heart is beating. Nervous? Excited? Does it matter?

Nils passes me a bottle of lube, and my hands are fucking shaking.

I scoot closer, glide my erection between his cheeks, and press gently. I’ve done anal with women before, but this is brand new. His pierced cock bobs between our bodies as I slide forward. So tight. I swallow hard, trying to breathe, trying to calm down.

Like he knows what I need, Nils cups my chin and tilts my head to the side for a rough kiss.

“We’re not making love tonight.” Nils bites my lip, not enough to break skin but enough to sting. “Fuck him. Fuck him good and hard like he likes.”

“God, yes,” Ellis groans under me, and I plunge ahead.

I nearly fucking come.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

Something cold and wet slides down my ass. Someone’s finger covered in lube.

“You aren’t the only one who’s dreamed of this,” Dante says. He’s still standing beside the bed, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “We’ve all thought about taking that virgin ass. We’ve just been waiting for you to decide you want it.”

“Do you want this?” McQuinn asks from behind me, his finger playing up and down my crack .

“Yes,” I groan. “Don’t stop.”

Ellis pulls me down for a kiss, and I withdraw and plunge back. I can’t last. This is all too good. Too much.

Meggie’s moaning. The slap of her pussy on Harrison’s dick matches my thrusts into Ellis until someone grips my hips and the most exquisite pleasure-pain starts.

It hurts. It feels fucking amazing. I try to relax. To adjust. McQuinn moves slowly so my body can get used to him. Then he gives one good thrust, and it drives me into Ellis. I’m shouting. From pleasure. From pain. From acceptance.

I look to the side and find Dante staring at me with a look that’s both carnal and loving. Nils is on my other side, both of them offering me reassuring touches and tender kisses that have tears springing to my eyes. I’m not a cryer. I don’t remember the last time I cried. But I can feel them through our bond with Meggie, feel their care and their desire.

Sandwiched between the four of them, I don’t know where the euphoria ends. It doesn’t. I’m drunk on sensation. Harder than I’ve ever been in my life. My body is shaking. I’m moaning. Someone tweaks my nipple and someone is fisting Ellis’s cock and Meggie is screaming as she comes, and I’m the jolliest luckiest bastard this side of Candy Cane Lane.

The wildfire erupts, and I’m exploding. McQuinn slams into me, pressing me further into Ellis. The two of them come together, beautiful sexual harmony I’m blessed to be squished between.

But I’m not just smushed between them. I’m a part of them. A part of all of them. A part of this.

I’m sweaty and panting and my balls might be raisins. My heart is sugarplums. A featherlight kiss on my forehead. A hand brushing the back of my arm. A palm softly rubbing my hip. My pack. My family.