30. Juno

JUNO

Juno knew it was possible to send an alpha into rut outside of a heat. But it had been more a theoretical concept. An offhand mention in the same breath as heat spikes when learning more about her designation at the Omega Village. While more difficult to trigger, a rut episode will usually pass in much the same way as a heat spike does — once the subject reaches climax.

It was very different to sense the change come over Everett while she was wholly at his mercy.

Her pulse fluttered in her neck and he ran his nose along it, scenting her. Picking up a million little signals her pheromones were sending out. He fucked her slowly, lifting her and dropping her on his length. Up and down, up and down. Using her slick pussy to wet his cock. His nostrils flared at her involuntary whines and thickening perfume. Attuning himself to give her exactly what she needed. Harder, rougher. The magnets on the fridge flew onto the floor like shrapnel.

It was right on the edge of too much for her. So close to feeling claustrophobic, so close to being too aggressive. But she trusted him. Trusted his alpha. Any inklings of apprehension she might have had was soon overridden by the building pleasure between her legs.

He was hitting the pleasure epicentre of her cunt with a frightening precision and on top of it all, the stretch of him was unbelievable. Juno wasn’t lying earlier. He really was so fucking thick. The only thing that would feel better than being stretched out like this was coming all over his fat cock.

As if sensing the direction of her thoughts, his chest vibrated with a guttural purr. The tremors ran through her, down to where they were joined.

He locked eyes with hers, black pupils overtaking crystalline blue. “Gonna breed this hot little pussy full of my cum, omega.”

Yeah, that’d fucking do it.

Juno’s legs tensed around his waist, her whole body tightening up as she splintered. Suspended forever in the moment before the free-fall, her vision incandescent.

Then pressure. Her slippery, well-fucked cunt stretching even further as he pushed his knot inside her. Locking right against her G-spot, his shortened thrusts grinding with the most blisteringly unholy pleasure as she came again. Saltwater and razor-sharp eucalyptus swallowed her whole. She couldn’t stop her body convulsing as she felt the warm, wet gush of his cum inside her.

God, that felt good.

“Juno, shit. Juno. Juno.”

Was that her name? She was far too blissed out of her freaking mind to know for sure.

“Knotted her against the goddamn fridge, what the fuck is the matter with you?”

They were moving now. Her head lolled against a muscled shoulder and she sighed contentedly. A sudden drop followed by a soft, sinking sensation. Two large hands roving over her back.

“I’ve never gone into rut outside of a heat before. Are you ok? Please say you’re ok.”

He was upset? That wouldn’t do. It was the last thing he should be feeling after a performance like that.

Juno blinked and lifted her head. They were on the couch in the living room, still very much knotted together. Everett’s brow was creased with concern, mouth downturned.

“You just fucked me into a brief sex coma,” she said, patting his stubbled cheek. He blinked as she snuggled back into his shoulder.

“So…you’re not hurt?” he asked slowly.

Juno tilted her head slightly and pulled his lips down to hers for a lazy kiss. “Definitely not,” she promised, grazing her nose against his. “I don’t think your alpha could hurt me.”

Everett looked down, his face flushed. “We didn’t even manage to take our clothes off.”

Her fingers found the hem of his shirt, slipping underneath and scraping her fingernails lightly along his stomach. “We can do that now if you like,” she teased.

Everett closed the distance between their mouths, cradling her face as he kissed her like it was their first of the night. Shirts came off and her skirt was shimmied up and over her head because, well, it couldn’t very well go south when they were tied together. Undressing each other carefully like newlyweds, strangely shy with their revealed bodies despite what had just transpired.

She traced a puckered scar on his shoulder (he came up second-best in an encounter with a tree branch as a child) and he kissed a little raised mole on her chest. He asked if she’d gotten it checked recently and she rolled her eyes and said yes. But deep down she liked that he cared enough to ask.

Their exploration continued inexorably downwards. His hand covered hers, guiding her fingertips as they brushed her damp lower lips together. It was lewd, fucking indecent really, feeling exactly how tightly she gripped the dense swell of his knot.

“You look so good like this,” Everett murmured. The husky resonance of his voice sent tingles down the back of her neck.

“I like how full you make me feel,” Juno breathed, with a minute shift of her hips against his. “Not just your cock and your knot…”

Oh Jesus, was she really going to say this?

“…but your cum as well.”

The arm banded around her waist tightened as his chest heaved. As if breathing in her words reawakened the beast within him. Her heart was racing in her chest. Oh, she was in for it now. She caught herself smiling and tried to stifle it by chewing on her bottom lip. Everett surged forward, catching it between his teeth instead.

“Hooooooly shit.”

Ollie stood frozen in the entryway, eyes like saucers and his bags sliding off his shoulder. He scrambled to catch his expensive gear before it hit the floor.

“Hey Ollie,” Everett said conversationally, while his hands roamed south to give her ass a squeeze. “How was your night shoot?”

Her panties were still on, just skewed to one side to accommodate Everett buried between her legs. She could feel the cool air on her asshole as Everett groped and jiggled her cheeks. He had to be doing it on purpose. Juno could not even fathom how vulgar it must have looked from Ollie’s perspective.

“It was good, the weather held up thankfully and Jesus tap-dancing Christ I shouldn’t be here.”

“Why not?” Juno piped up. “We’re naked in the living room, so really, we’re the ones who shouldn’t be here.”

“You’re so smart, baby,” Everett purred in her ear. He looked at Ollie from over Juno’s shoulder. “But since you are here, Juno was just telling me how much she likes being full of cum.”

The cheek of this alpha! His knot and cock, which had been gradually softening inside her, was thickening again. She was about to give him a piece of her mind when Ollie spoke up behind her.

“Oh that’s…very interesting,” he said in a strained voice. Juno could see the outline of his cock pressing against his zipper. Well, that was certainly a new and — if she were being totally honest with herself — welcome development.

Everett ran his thumb against her lower lip. “Unfortunately I wasn’t able to get to this smart mouth of hers and as you can see, I’m rather preoccupied now.”

Juno let him push his thumb past her lips as she held his gaze and sucked.

“Yes…yes you are.” Ollie stepped closer, magnetised by the view before him. “Always happy to lend a helping hand, Ev, you know that.”

Juno released Everett’s digit with a wet pop. “Your knot is never going to go down at this rate,” she sighed theatrically.

He began doing distracting things with his lips on her neck. “You let me worry about that.”

Ollie stroked her cheek and she shivered slightly at the first touch of him. “Only if you want to,” he murmured, his eyes soft and loving despite the heat of the situation.

Juno yanked him closer using his belt loops and began unbuttoning his jeans. She gave his T-shirt a little twitch and he reached behind his neck to pull it off. He groaned as she freed his stiff length, then threw his head back when she took the dark rosy tip of him into her mouth and swirled her tongue, tasting his macadamia and coffee flavour.

The sound of Everett spitting distracted her momentarily and then seconds later, his wet fingers found her clit. She jerked in his lap, moaning as Ollie slid deeper.

“Focus, baby,” Everett chided her with an amused grin.

God, he was infuriating. Tight little circles just like she liked, fresh slick mixed with his saliva swirling over her sensitive little nub. Juno dug her fingernails in Ollie’s thigh, trying valiantly to shove aside the building tightness in her belly. She bobbed her head over his cock, making sure to run her tongue along his shaft. Ollie had a fist wrapped around his burgeoning knot and his fingers carded through her hair to help guide her.

“He’s very gentle with you, isn’t he?” Everett observed. “Do you need him to fuck your face a little?”

Juno didn’t think Ollie was breathing when she looked up at him. His cock grew even harder on her tongue, the head of him pressing insistently against the roof of her mouth.

It was so different like this, Juno realised. Roughness with care, from someone who would die before he hurt her. Designed for pleasure, not for bending her to their will. She wanted it. Wanted him to use her and feel power in watching him fall apart.

She uncurled Ollie’s fingers from his cock, moving his hand to join the other one in her hair. Placed her palms flat on his thighs, loosened her jaw and opened her lips, swollen pink from Everett’s earlier kisses, in an O shape.

“Juno, if at any time I do anything—” Ollie said shakily, his words cut off by a desperate grunt as she pulled him towards her and his cock hit the back of her throat. Everett chuckled darkly, rewarding her with faster, more insistent swipes of his fingers and exquisite friction as he began to surge up into her as much as their knotted bodies would allow.

Was there such a thing as a tender face-fucking? Because Ollie managed to give her one. Stroking her cheek, keeping her hair off her face while making sure to never pull or tug on her strands. Short careful thrusts so he didn’t bruise the back of her throat, but still controlling the pace so she was at his mercy. Always watching her reactions, gauging every moan and choking noise to make sure it was never too much.

Doing this for Ollie all while she was still stuffed full of Everett’s knot was unbelievably fucking hot. She imagined the rest of the pack coming home, seeing her filled up and used by these two alphas and that’s all it took. Ollie’s cock stifled her scream as she came apart, legs shaking and her pussy clenching around Everett as the scent of her sugary cream slick filled the air.

“Fucking love watching you come and milk my knot dry,” Everett bit out, right before his second hot load of the night hit the back of her pussy. She could feel a tiny bit trickling out between her thighs, his knot unable to stem the sheer amount of cum she was overflowing with.

“I’m so fucking close.” Ollie looked down at her feverishly. Juno instinctively wrapped her hands around his knot, squeezing tight as he began to lose control. Several hard, agitated thrusts between her lips and he was coming with a deep groan. Bursts of warm, thick cum landed on her tongue, filling her mouth as the excess slid down her throat into her belly.

Everett gripped her chin firmly with two fingers before she could swallow. “Show me how well you took care of your alpha,” he demanded.

Juno shuddered with anticipation as she opened and presented her cum-filled mouth to him. His deflated knot slipped out of her with a filthy gush of their mingled fluids. His hand was there between them, waiting to collect the slick and cum in his cupped palm before he pressed the entire mess onto her waiting tongue.

“Swallow your present, baby."

“Jesus fucking Christ, Ev,” Ollie breathed, half shocked, half awed.

She obeyed, revelling in the taste of Ollie’s smooth macadamias with Everett’s salty tang, sweetened with her juicy brown sugar slick. A sunrise coffee watching the high tide lapping at the shoreline, velvet and cosy between two purring chests. There was a dull pulse in the front of her skull. Bond them. Tiredness and hunger hit her all at once and she melted into Everett’s waiting arms.

“Hold her, Ollie,” she heard Everett say gruffly. “I’ll go run her a bath and order a pizza.”