40. ELLIE

ELLIE

This is not where I thought this afternoon was going. I’ve been getting a little antsy, wanting to step outside or do literally anything other than stay in this house. I know why we haven’t left and my presence here has more to do with my need for my mates and Savin’s looming heat than the scandal running around. Carleen and Tati have been texting incessantly, ensuring that I haven’t been dealt a bad fate by the Astor witch, which is comforting. Even my professors have been understanding as I asked to be switched to online classes. I’m pretty sure they just didn’t want to deal with the drama my presence would bring into the classroom.

Now, I’m walking toward the closet door that I’ve seen a billion times but have never paid much attention to. Savin twists the knob and then swings it open, my eyes widening at the vast amount of choices. A wooden slab is placed delicately along the back wall, toys of all types hung expertly on equally spaced hooks. The heavy smell of leather and silicone surrounds me and I run a finger down a flogger that has shivers running down my spine. I used to play with a few boyfriends over the years but they never stayed around long enough for me to truly enjoy their dominance.

Not to mention that the few Betas I dated were so muted in their attempts that I wasn’t ever submitting to anything.

Savin grabs the flogger I’m currently eyeing before dragging it down my cheek. The leather leaves a trail of fire in its wake, need coursing through me and settling between my thighs. “Oh angel,” he purrs, “You’ve played with a few toys, haven’t you?” A wild grin splits his cheeks. “Go on, pick one. Let’s get ready for Macon.”

The thought excites me as I work through the items, starting to realize that many of them are the same just in different shapes or sizes. They seem more for aesthetics and I stifle a laugh, pretty sure that Savin would just walk into the store and want the same toy but in a different color. Knowing Macon, he would say yes. I stop on the leather handcuffs, wondering what it will be like to truly let go and let Macon take care of me.

I reach for it, a gasp leaving Savin’s lips. “That’s… not what I thought you’d pick.”

I twist toward him, fingering the soft material in my hands. “I want our Alpha to use me.” I meet his confused expression, leaning in to press a small kiss to his lips. “He’s not the only one that needs us and as much as I hate to admit it, being close with you two helps everything else. No, I know you’re not just here because of the bonds. I meant what I said earlier. However, the anxiety and uncertainty seep away when I’m with you two. And when you make me come? It’s like floating on clouds. I can forget about everything else. It’s become a craving.”

“Really? Goddess, I could watch you fall apart every day if that’s what you want. Fuck, I want you right now.” Savin thrusts me against the door, slanting his lips over mine as he hastily works my shorts down my legs. He’s been greedy with me these past few days but I’m not mad in the slightest. A soft sigh falls from my lips when he slips a hand between us, massaging the bundle of nerves between my legs as he continues to kiss and nip.

I’m so high-strung that I come within seconds, my release coating his fingers. My scent sweetens, almost sickeningly as Savin giggles, dragging me out of the closet and into the nest. I haven’t even come down from my high when Savin is stealing the cuffs from my hands and dangling them in front of my face. I murmur my approval, half-lidded eyes staring at my Omega who seems healthier than he has been in days.

“No, that won’t work, Ellie. Macon will ask for your words. It’s part of all this. He needs an outlet but he doesn’t want to hurt us.”

I nod and settle on my knees as Savin places himself beside me, the flogger and handcuffs in front of us. The anticipation has me on edge, the shower shutting off seconds later. Our attention is fixated on the door, both of us vibrating by the time it opens, Macon stepping into the room with a towel wrapped around his waist. The moment he sees us, his eyes darken with a desire so fierce that I suddenly need something to fill me.

My hands fall to my belly covered by his shirt, Macon tracking the movement. “You two smell wonderful.” The words come out in a growl, our Alpha prowling toward us. “But am I to believe that you both want to play?” Savin and I nod as Macon drops his towel and I get a glimpse of the man I’ve fallen in love with. Muscles ripple along his arms and chest, his abs flexing as his breaths deepen. My gaze continues to move downward, meeting his erect cock, straining toward us. Precum beads along the tip, Macon reaching down to give himself a few strokes.

Unable to help myself, I crawl forward and wrap my hands around his cock before slipping the tip between my lips. The mixture of whiskey and musk that is wholly Macon settles on my tongue, tearing a moan from my throat. Fingers sift into my hair slowly directing my pace as I suck on his tip until I’m taking more of him into my mouth. Macon’s heavy breathing is all I can hear as I pleasure him, my exploration continuing as I massage his knot, remembering how it felt inside me.

Savin saddles up against my back, spreading my legs before sliding right into my pussy from the back. “Angel, I couldn’t wait. You were just wiggling it in front of my face.” His voice is strained, fingers digging into my waist. His lips dip to my shoulder as he folds over my back, teeth scraping my skin. The sudden craving for a bond, a real bite runs through my head but I bury that deep.

Soon.

Consumed between them, I let Macon use me as Savin takes his pleasure, my body moving back and forth as I give into their needs. Pleasure thrums through me, heat pooling between my thighs as Savin pumps into me, spilling inside of me seconds later. He bites down on my shoulder and I cry out through my own orgasm, squeezing Macon’s knot with my hands at the same time my pussy constricts around Savin’s cock.

My Alpha spills down my throat and then I feel the trickle of emotion that is not mine. It’s a crystal clear tunnel, showcasing the happiness and excitement that can only come from Savin. I sit back, wide-eyed with Macon’s taste still on my tongue. Savin wraps his arms around me, still inside of me as he begins pumping up into my pussy, the squelch of our release easing the slide.

He sucks on his shallow bite, one hand slipping between my thighs to furiously rub my clit, his fingers playing with my piercing as the other grabs a tit. We’ve both succumbed to the sudden need for each other, his desire, lust, and obsession for me exploding in my chest. It’s like I can feel him as he comes a second time, screaming into my shoulder.

His release slips down my thighs as he continues to attend to his teeth marks. Macon stares at us, a sloppy grin on his lips. He climbs into the nest, settling before us. “Baby girl, your Omega just marked you. How does it feel?” I hum my appreciation of it, not able to find the words. “All-consuming isn’t it?”

“How-” the word tumbles out as Macon slowly pulls me off Savin’s cock. His cum drips down my legs as I’m dragged onto Macon’s lap, straddling his thighs. “That…” My nose wrinkles as I rock my hips over my Alpha’s lap, rewarded with one of his groans.

“An Omega’s bite isn’t permanent but it is a link between us. It’ll fade over the next day or two but until then, you’ll be able to feel him. You’ll also be able to feel this.” Macon’s lips dip to my shoulder and I shudder from the sudden pleasure that spreads through my limbs. “Either one of us touches it and you’ll be a lovely mess.” He begins to suck on it as I seek friction, whining when his cock slides between my folds without hitting the spot I need.

“Alpha, fuck, stop playing with me.”

“And here I am, thinking you wanted to play.” He halts my movements, fingers digging into my waist as he catches my full attention. “A few rules, baby girl. I promise I will give you both what you need but this is important. You need me to stop for whatever reason, say red. Slow down is yellow, and keep going is green. If you can’t speak, you tap, tug, pull. Whatever it takes to get my attention.”

I frown, not sure why I wouldn’t be able to speak. We didn’t grab a gag or a blindfold. Still, I agree. “Yes, Alpha.” My shirt is discarded, Macon taking his time to drink in my full tits and swollen belly. Beneath his attention, I feel beautiful. I want to preen for him, show off, and present the body that he craves so much.

Macon turns to Savin for the same response, letting out a deep sigh when he reaches for the abandoned cuffs. “I’m going to talk you through these steps, alright?” I nod and then quickly say yes which earns me a smile. He hands the cuffs to Savin before capturing my attention again. His fingers grip my chin, pulling me closer to his chest. “Savin’s going to grab your hands and cuff them behind your back.” The movement pushes my tits forward, my pierced nipples rubbing against Macon’s skin.

The sensitivity has me squirming in his lap but without the use of my hands and Macon’s firm grip on my chin, it only heightens my need.

“Patience, baby girl.”

The cuffs are latched around my wrists, Savin pressing a light kiss to the middle of my back. “All done, Alpha,” Savin offers before moving back. A tendril of uncertainty runs through me as he helps me up and turns me around to straddle him so that my back is pressed against his chest. He slides me down his cock, his knot fluttering against my ass when he fills me to the hilt.

Savin stares, licking his lips but not moving forward. I’m on display with my two men, unable to move. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yes, Alpha,” I breathe, finding it hard to keep my head in this situation. A comfortable haze washes over me when Macon wraps a hand around the front of my neck, my entire body sagging back against his chest.

His other hand holds onto my hip, my arms crushed between us. “Savin’s going to watch us. He’s not going to touch himself as I give you what you need and then if he’s good, I’ll make sure he gets that knot he’s been craving.” Withholding his Omega’s pleasure seems like torture but what’s worse is being held by my Alpha with his cock stuffed inside of me and not moving.

My breathing quickens as I try to take my own pleasure but the angle isn’t right. “Alpha,” I whine, needing to be fucked. Macon’s hand tightens slightly around my neck, drawing a gasp from my lips. He kisses the curve of my neck, his tongue peeking out to drag along the skin until I start squirming. Being restrained like this is both exciting and freeing in a way that I hadn’t been prepared for.

Another gasp falls from me as that haze thickens. Macon thrusts up into my pussy at the same time he pulls me down, his cock reaching deeper than it ever has before. He tightens his grip again, the haze dispersing slightly. I don’t understand what’s happening or why I feel like I’m starting to float. The alternating pressures in his touch are keeping me from being dragged under but I almost want to know what giving in completely feels like.

Macon’s pace stays steady, each thrust drawing me closer to yet another orgasm. My vision wavers as I give into that floaty feeling, whimpering incoherent things when his knot pushes past my entrance and begins to expand.

“Hey, baby girl. Talk to me.”

“Ungh.”

“Ellie, sweetheart, come back to me.”

His hand tightens around my neck and then loosens but I can’t find the words as I shatter on his cock, screaming through a release more powerful than I’ve ever had before. I don’t understand the feeling but I fucking love it, even as the cuffs are undone, Macon trying to get me to come back down from the high.

“’m kay, Alpha,” I finally mutter as my lids close. My body trembles as his knot continues to expand, Macon grunting as his release fills me up. It’s as if he was waiting for my approval to come and it heightens my orgasm as I whine again, squirming on his knot. “S’good. S’good.” I feel drunk on scents and pheromones, Macon holding me tight against his chest.

“Goddess, not even Savin falls into subspace that fast. You scared me, sweetheart.”

Subspace? I’ve heard of it. I’ve watched others fall into it but I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing it to such a heightened intensity. If this is what it feels like, I want more of it. Maybe not often. It’s a heavy feeling and I can’t seem to move on my own just yet. “Drunk,” I push out, followed by a giggle. Macon’s knot deflates and he pulls me off his lap, laying me on my back.

“Hey, breathe with me, sweetheart. There you go. We’ll have to take it a little slower the next time. Has that happened before?” I shake my head as he brushes my cheek with his knuckles, wonder and love in his expression. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. How are you doing?”

“Green.”

Macon chuckles, shaking his head. “Glad to hear it but now it’s your turn to watch. Subspace can take a lot out of someone the first time. Savin’s over there vibrating for his chance.” I struggle to sit up, my limbs feeling like jello. Macon helps me, propping me up on a few pillows so that I can watch my mates. Savin all but jumps into his Alpha’s arms, attacking his lips and neck, hips bucking.

“Goddess, I’m so hard. Watching our Beta submit like that and—ungh.” Savin flattens himself against the cushions as the flogger is retrieved. Macon hovers over him, running the leather strips up and down the Omega’s torso, teasing a whine from him. Then our Alpha lets the strips slap against Savin’s chest three times in quick succession. “Alpha, I will not last long. Fuck me.”

The Alpha chuckles, continuing his descent, and the slaps in quick succession. Always in threes and Macon never answering Savin’s pleas until the Omega is shaking with need. I can tell he’s on edge, that he needs release even if that ever lingering pain is just on the other side. Macon flips Savin over, starting on his back, focusing on delivering the overwhelming sensations until Savin is crying for relief.

Macon takes his time as if this is his show, only throwing the flogger to the side when Savin’s scent sweetens to an almost unbearable syrupy thickness. It’s then that I realize that’s what Macon is waiting for—the moment when Savin’s near-heat haze takes over and holds any lingering pain at bay. The moment when Macon can fill his ass and fuck him as ruthlessly as they both seem to enjoy.

The Alpha pulls Savin’s ass up in the air, changing the angle as he pounds into Savin, the Omega’s fingers curling into the cushions, his screams swallowed by the bedding. My gaze is drawn to where Macon’s cock is disappearing into Savin’s ass, my Alpha furiously fucking my Omega until just their grunts and whines fill the room, heady scents suffocating me in the best of ways.

I weakly reach between my legs, gathering up Macon’s release and using it as lube to pleasure myself. My fingers tweak my piercing, the other hand playing with my tit as I watch. I want to come with them, Macon roaring through his release, Savin’s muffled by the pillows. His knot pushes into the Omega’s ass as the warm sensation of another orgasm washes over me. A small sigh of pleasure falls from my lips, my body trembling with the extended effort.

Macon pulls Savin to the side, wrapping himself around the Omega’s back. Savin stares at me, blissed out but not enough to open his arm for me to crawl into. “Check-in,” Macon pushes out. He presses his lips to Savin’s cheek and then looks over at me. Savin mumbles green and I snuggle into his chest, leaning over his shoulder for a kiss from my Alpha.

“Perfect,” I whisper when I pull back. “Absolutely perfect.”

And I truly believe that I will be once Macon allows me to tell his mother off or at least lets me watch him do it as I curl up beside him with a bowl of popcorn.