32. Sadie

Iarrange my mates where I want them, sending them each into their place among my circle with a look, a sound, or a nudge. They're beautiful mates. Strong but soft where it counts. Protective. Loving. Supportive. Mine.

They please me.

I crawl closer and lick my Prime's thick shaft, nuzzling into his thigh, scent marking him. I drag my nails along his tattooed hip, and his cock jumps. I swirl my tongue around his cockhead, flicking it back and forth along the sensitive underside and teasing his balls.

He lets out a growly sound that feels like a tap against my clit. "My sweet girl wants to be in charge. Is that what your omega wants?"

I answer him by pumping both hands up his shaft and sucking his cock. Strands of his golden hair fall from his bun into hazel eyes that snare me in their gaze. They're full of tightly banked heat. He wants to be in control right now, but he's holding himself back for me.

Good alpha. It's not his turn.

"That's my needy girl, ready to suck our cocks so you can mark yourself in your pack's scents," Hunter's deep voice rumbles with the grit of his arousal.

The sound makes my pussy wet, and another wave of my perfume fills the air.

His fingers slide into my hair, fisting at the back of my head and urging me forward until his thick cock nudges the back of my throat. I swallow around him.

"You're so pretty with your sweet mouth on my cock." He grinds himself deep, then drags his cock back before thrusting in again and fucking my mouth.

Over and over, I suck him until I'm desperate. I want all their cocks and their cum until I'm drowning in the scent of my pack. I tug on my bonds, and the circle moves closer. All my mates are touching, creating a wall of men. I love the sea of hairy legs and muscled thighs, their cocks hard and shiny with pre-cum and their stomachs heaving. Their hands grip each other's cocks, stroking one another, offering themselves to me.

Good mates. My mates.I purr my approval.

I take over, stroking Elliot's big dick with one hand and Hunter's with another. I slurp and suck on Graham and Doc's cockheads while Logan holds my hair in one hand and bends to pluck and tease my nipples. I feel the weight of their heated gazes, the sounds of their grunts and purrs. It spurs me on, my clit throbbing and my nipples aching for more attention.

"Beautiful, you look so fucking good taking your pack," Logan rasps. "So sexy." He leans down and grips my chin.

"Mine," I purr, turning to meet his mouth in a quick kiss, our tongues swirling around one another.

When Logan stands, his cock takes the place of his mouth, and I suck my beta in long pulls, my hands reaching for Graham and Doc. When Logan's about to come, I pop off his cock, a trail of spit sticking to the shiny head. I turn, letting Hunter guide me back to his shaft. He fucks my throat, holding my head in his hands, his hips rolling in short bursts.

It's ecstasy, having all of them here and loving me together. I move from one cock to another, getting lost in their scents and their tastes, collecting each grunt and moan in offering. Logan dives between my legs, sprawling out and licking my pussy. His talented tongue flicks across my swollen clit and I chase the feeling until I'm a mess of slick and drool, aching for a knot.

"Alpha," I purr.

My Prime responds to my pull in the bond, lying down in the center of the circle and holding his arms out for me. I don't go yet, sending out my desire until my mates shuffle into position, then I take my place.

Hunter's big, calloused hand cups my cheek, his eyes glinting with his alpha. "Our omega."

The way he says it is a prayer. My heart flutters, and I feel wetness trickle down my thighs. With a tight grip on the base of Hunter's cock, I rock my wet pussy against him, notching him between my slick lips and wedging him inside. The first inches are a stretch. I push against his chest, grinding my hips until I can take all of him.

I lean in and he nuzzles my breasts, nipping and sucking my nipples. His beard is rough and scratchy against my skin, and I love the sensation, rocking into it each time I sink back down onto his cock.

At my bond tug, Tristian blankets my body from behind, his lube-slicked fingers rubbing circles around my rim and tapping against my back hole. He grips the rounded curve of my ass with one hand, parting my cheeks, then his finger sinks inside. It's not enough, and I push back against him, desperate for him to prep me quickly.

"Easy, sweetheart. You're so greedy for all of us. I love to watch you like this, but I won't hurt you," Doc soothes, refusing to be rushed.

I want to feel him, feel all of them. I whine, and the hands of my mates stroke my restlessness from all sides.

Hunter stills while Doc gets me prepared. Doc lines himself up with my entrance while Hunter holds me to his chest. Doc claims my ass in one thrust, blissfully giving me what I need. The glorious pressure and burn sends tingles through my limbs. I brace between two of my mates, getting swallowed in the fullness and the grip of their firm hands on my hips.

My three other mates stand watching, their eyes tracking where my two alphas are buried, stretching and filling me in tandem. They stroke their cocks and I watch, my throat burning, as the slick heads and thick shafts slip between tight fists. The sight makes me restless, hungry for a taste.

I whine again, and Logan steps forward. His floppy dark hair curls on his forehead, and his lean body glistens with a sheen of sweat. Half-lidded eyes find mine, and even in the heat, his playfulness soothes me.

"Open for him, sweet girl," Hunter commands.

I stick out my tongue, and Logan rests the head of his shaft there, his scent and the weight of him making the edges of the world fade.

"Now fuck that eager mouth, boy," Hunter barks, giving voice to my silent request.

Logan surges into my mouth, his strong grip in my hair. I take it, loving the way each powerful surge wrecks me until I'm drooling and dizzy.

Logan's voice is a wanton, cracked rumble. "Gods, the way you suck me, beautiful. I'm so wound up already. Please tell me I can come this time."

I groan around his cock, purring my response. I push back my own pleasure, my omega insisting that I need cum from all my mates before I can give in to my own orgasm. Lo retreats and surges back into my mouth. I suck him greedily, hollowing my cheeks and using my tongue to drive him wild. He lets loose a hungry, needy sound, and I take the first offering, sucking him dry.

He leans down and kisses my forehead. "Love that wicked mouth, beautiful." His cock doesn't soften, his eyes glazed, and my omega preens.

I turn to Graham next.

He prowls toward me, his brown eyes blazing. He looks like an angel in the presence of someone holy, every movement telegraphing worship. His gentle hands trace the edge of my jaw. "You're a gift, darlin', and I promise to cherish you."

My mouth opens at the tug of his fingers, and he dips them inside. My tongue swirls around them, giving me a burst of his sunshine and rain that jolts through my body.

Doc surges forward, gritting out a curse. Graham's lips tug into a smirk, then he replaces his fingers with his fisted cock. He guides me onto his shaft as Bear leans in, sucking along Graham's chest, tugging on his nipples.

Hunter scratches his beard along my tits. The scratchy sensation makes them light up, and my skin pebbles with gooseflesh. He sucks my nipples as he lifts his hips and fills me with his cock. I close my eyes and take it in for a moment. Everything feels so good, my body sensitive and on edge and the scents intoxicating. Too quickly, I'm thrust toward the edge, and I force myself back, my omega insistent that I can't come yet.

Graham pulls out of my mouth and my Bear takes his place. I stretch wider, my jaw aching, to suck him. But I'm greedy, desperate for him. His stomach muscles flex with each thrust of his wide hips, and I cling to him, grounding myself in his scent.

I take turns between Graham and Elliot while Logan holds my hair and keeps up an endless string of praise that makes my bonds glow in my chest.

Above me, my alpha mates kiss, the sounds of their mouths blending in with the hedonistic slapping of thighs and the wet sounds of sucking. Moans ring out among our circle.

"That's a perfect omega, taking all of your pack and letting us mark you," Doc coos, his voice full of a deep satisfaction that speaks directly to my omega.

I feel the heat growing. It spins and swirls in my belly. My mouth takes them desperately, my head swimming with their musk and the heavy weight of them on my tongue. I add my hands now, stroking them, restless for them to give me what I want. My clit aches, my pussy and ass stuffed, and I need a knot, but my body refuses to crest until all my mates do.

Elliot comes next, his thick shaft jerking in my mouth. I pull back enough so that I can taste him on my tongue. Doc dives for my mouth, sharing his release between us in a messy kiss.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Graham curses, his cum landing on his mating mark on my neck and dripping down my chest.

Without asking, Hunter knows what to do, rubbing the scent into my skin.

Finally, my omega is satisfied that I will collect them all and I let go, giving over to Hunter's and Doc's deep voices. My bonds thrum with need, my body keyed up and aching. I feel each roll of Doc's hips from behind, and on each drag out, Hunter thrusts from below, caressing my walls and hitting that spot inside that makes my pussy clench.

"You're between your mates like you were meant to be," Hunter roars. He grinds into me, his fingers rubbing my clit, and his knot stretches me wide. He locks inside as he fills my pussy with cum.

That makes Doc roar, his teeth sinking into his mark and clamping down. Hunter's busy fingers strum my clit through it, refusing to let me get any reprieve.

My orgasm meets theirs in the bonds, my omega hoarding all our pleasure, soaking it in and adding it to their offerings. When I'm full at last, I give in to the heat, my mind fuzzy and my body on fire.