Need pooled warm between her thighs at the roughness in his voice. He swallowed hard at the scent of it, visibly affected now, every breath growing shallower as she kissed him to silence the helpless little noises spilling from her own throat. His fingers sank deeper, began a slow lazy thrust. The pull of an orgasm taunted in her belly.
"You smell so good," he murmured against her mouth. "You taste so good too."
Two fingers. He began to fuck her in earnest, wrist flicking, crooked fingers, curled and rammed in to the knuckles. He knew what he was doing for her hips were instinctively jolting upwards, legs spreading wider. Her body was grinding against him, core straining, arching as her belly clenched, sucking him in.
His forehead dropped against hers. "It's so tight."
"Feels the same as an Omega?" she teased weakly.
"N-No." His answer came instantly, wrecked and breathless. "The muscles feel different. Everything feels different."
His fingers curled experimentally, and she shuddered hard enough for him to groan at the reaction. When a third finger eased inside her, his fascination only grew.
"It's softer here, like satin," he whispered, almost to himself. "And rougher up higher—"
"That spot," she exhaled sharply, grabbing at his shoulders when he brushed somewhere that made her thighs quake. Her walls constricting around him, an orgasm was already building. Her body shook harder, thighs jiggled. He knew to strum her clit with a thumb. "Upwards. Right there."
"Ah."
The sound escaped him, understanding dawning as he continued thrusting his fingers into her as if practiced. His eyes were on fire now, staring at her face as she seized. He was scissoring her, stretching her, the heel of his palm was beating upwards. She could see the strain in his wrist, the way the veins in his arms seemed to ripple. A whine escaped her loudly, fingertips sinking into his arm.
He kissed her again immediately after, hungry now, his earlier hesitance beginning to crack beneath his mounting desire. When they finally pulled apart, his eyes glittered darkly. Her pussy squelched too loudly when he pulled away, and the fucker popped it to his lips, tasting her. His eyes flashed as her cheeks grew flushed. The high of an impending orgasm ebbing into an annoying throb.
"Was gonna cum," she groaned.
"I know," he purred. "Need to take you somewhere." His breathing had gone ragged, scent blooming into a cream. "I need to fuck you."
Their gazes locked. "Bathroom?" she offered, still panting. She was giddy as fuck, anticipation so intense she could scarcely stop the bounce of her feet.
He blinked once, then grinned. "I was thinking of the pack room."
She hummed. "Not ruining Elysian's sheets tonight and I'll send you all into Heat." Her words had him pausing, eyes sharpening at the thought.
She caught his hand and tugged him toward the door, but he stopped suddenly, fingers tightening around hers. Worry grazed his features, a frown between his brows. "With the crowd, our people won't care for your scent, and mine's muted enough. But our mates will definitely smell you. They'll know, and there will be eyes."
She looked back over her shoulder, heat still humming beneath her skin. She stared at him then, all fucked up, sweat on his brow, pink in his cheek. And suddenly with her hands in his she didn't feel just as frightened, just as alone. And it would be good for the people to see them together, to see that they were fine and for their mates to see that she was willing to take their relationship to another level—
Suddenly it felt like she could do anything.
"Helios," she interrupted, suddenly confident, suddenly feeling like she was on top of the world. Because fucking hell, she had one of the prettiest Omega in her arms. "I want them all to know."
*
The moment they stepped back into the party, there were eyes on her. Eyes everywhere. But she pressed forward on a mission, sex-brain muting her overthinking tendancies. The sugary thickness of her scent clung to her skin now, rich and unmistakable, and Helios practically glowed beside her as she dragged him through the crowd. His pride radiated off him in waves, shameless and entirely too pleased with himself.
People blurred as she weaved through the crowd, leading him with a careful hand. She was burning from the anticipation, floating almost. And he was right, the people barely seemed to look up at them when they passed. That only boosted her confidence.
"You can smell me well because I'm your mate," he whispered. "But I'm caked in suppressants, and by default," his eyes glittered, "you are too." She swallowed thickly, tasted her lips. His oils had transferred to her skin during their kissing. Her fingers tightened around his wrist. Across the room, Rowan went still mid-conversation just as they both twisted past.
The others noticed a second later.
She caught the exact moment realization seemed to hit them. The widening eyes, the sudden silence, the way attention snapped toward her and Helios hand in hand. If not for the people surrounding them, they probably would've crossed the room immediately. Helios seemed to glow under the scrutiny, smirking at them as if he'd won.
"Stop," she hissed, tried to ignore the burn of their gaze. She could barely look at them, but the bond knew.
Helios giggled, pressed himself against her arm. "They already know. They can feel it."
At the far end of the hall, Minty spotted her too quickly. Their eyes met. The girl grinned broadly and lifted an enthusiastic thumbs up. Fucking hell. But thanks to her chatty friend, there wouldn't be any rumours of trouble in paradise tonight with Minty as the lead of gossip. And she knew that when the girl turned to whisper to her mates, eyebrows waggling with stories of what must be Quinn's sexual escapade. She kicked the bathroom door open, and she swore Minty choked back a laugh. Oddly enough, no anxiety roared in her chest, no fear. Helios had taken that away, boosting her confidence.
They staggered too quickly into the bathroom, newly renovated and far too clean. It just would not do for the designated town hall to not have a flush system, and the last time they allowed that the outhouse had been packed with shit. So when flushing became an option, it was quickly fitted with the water works. Three empty cubicles, two shower stalls. The air was choking with suppressants more so than usual and she coughed. Her vision was foggy from the strange mint. The noise outside was muffled in the space.
"The hell?"
"We misted the space," Helios explained, his scent was now significantly muted in the fog. And all she could smell was mint. "Couldn't have the entire village leaving their scents here." She turned to the door, reaching for the knob only to still.
"Fuck," she snarled. "The lock's not working for the door."
"Doesn't matter," Helios panted. "Let's just lock the cubicle." He led her too quickly to an unoccupied bathroom, shutting the door with a kick of his feet. She shoved him in had him falling to the toilet with its cover closed. There was a flash of anxiety in his eyes, his wings retracting.
"Second thoughts?" she breathed.
"Of course not," he growled, looking as if his candy had been stolen. "This is just a first for me."
"First bathroom sex?"
"Yep, there's usually a bed." He answered, his cheeks grew flushed. "But this is far more exciting." He was quick to make a point, unbuckling his belt, and tossing it to the floor, then shimmying out of his pants. It sank down his legs, pooling at his ankles. His cock, thicker than most, curved upwards stretching his underwear, shimmery at the tip. The sight almost boiling her alive.
"Damn," she hissed.
Helios smiled, confidence returning at her appreciation, a giggle left him. "You like it?" He rippled then, body as hard and as muscled as a goddamn Norse God. Zero fat, all sex and stone. Doughy only at the right places, like his ass. She swallowed, eyes on too well-defined abs. Heart clenching as he palmed himself, teasingly.
"Love it," she answered, sank to her knees, reached for his cock. It slapped free. All pink, blushing and pretty. She might just suck it. She licked her lips, felt the lust roaring to a crescendo. Her clit throbbed.
The panic sharpened on his face, he scrambled back. "You don't have to—"
But Quinn was too damn impatient for his shit, she reached for his thighs, pulling him in. She sank down, sucked tight, his hips immediately rocked upwards into her mouth. Eyes wide and rolled all the way back. The scream was muffled by the noise outside. He was sloppy as his hips kicked too quickly, and his cock jerked on her tongue, spewing honeyed pre-cum, sweet to her Alpha senses. Hot and alive. The bond in her chest was thrumming with his rising pleasure. But just before she could swallow it all down, he pulled her head free with a noisy pop. A glare on his face.
"Don't make me cum now."
She grinned. "Oops."
Helios's expression seemed to slip then. He surged forth, pressing her into a kiss that had her tongue in the wet heat of his mouth. And he must have tasted her emotions or was of equal despair, because it did not take long for his hands to reach for the ribbons, trying to pull off her dress. It refused to budge.
"What the hell is this contraption?" he groaned.
She snorted. "Gonna take too long to take it all off." She instead jerked at the front, pulling it down just enough to reveal her breasts. They popped free, creamy mounds revealed.
"God," was his succinct response. And he watched her with his hands white-knuckled around his cock. He began pumping slowly, and she raised a brow. A snort escaping her. "Are you that excited?"
Helios growled, lips pressed tight, moans caught between his teeth. "Fuck, yes." His gaze was fixed on her. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, and her confidence ballooned exponentially, banishing the sense of inadequacy that had threatened her lust. A rasp in his throat building as his nostrils flared. "I'm so lucky—" Hooded eyes snapped wide open. "Wait," Helios stalled with a horrified cry. "I-I don't have a condom, I—"
"I do," she assured him, hands waved. Float's inventory revealed, she pulled a whole pack out from thin air. His jaw dropped open, utterly speechless. "Bought it before we needed gold." She explained sheepishly. "I thought it'd come in handy."
"Thank the Gods," he almost moaned, "for my magical mate." Then struggled to rip it open, lips pursed at the contraception, hands fumbling. There was an anxiety to him that was new, and she smiled to herself as she took it from him, ripping it with skill. With a pinch of the tip, she wrapped him too quickly from top to hilt, fisting him gently. He squirmed, almost panting under her. The angered tip of his cock hovered directly beneath.
She sighed. "Won't it be nice if we could do it raw?"
"Don't tease me," he grumbled, dick twitching from her suggestion.
"You're that sensitive?" she marvelled. "You're going to cum soon, aren't you?"
"Oh, shut up." He silenced her with hungry lips, bringing her closer to him, guiding her pussy to ghost at the head of his cock. He wrenched himself free, panting hard. "I'm a sex god, there's no way I—"
She didn't wait for him to continue, sinking down on his cock, taking him impossibly deep inside her before he could finish. He stifled a scream through clenched teeth. And the sudden sharpness of penetration had her gasping. It'd been so long and now the pain and pleasure had her wincing, clinging to him from the intensity of the moment. They both breathed as his cock twitched within her, her own walls cramping around him, squeezing tight, slick was now everywhere, squelching free from his ass, dribbling to the ground.
She held on, a moan twisting free as she began slowly rocking. It was so different making love to someone who loved her more than life itself, to know it from the thrum of their bond, singing between them as they became one. The answering pleasure was incredible, like a pleasant heat that travelled up her spin.
And the answering sobbing moans from Helios was so fucking loud and so goddamn nasty. He was muffling screams into her neck, little 'ah-ah-ah's as he held onto her for dear life as if she was the most, godly of sexual creatures. She could see him struggling so damn hard not to move, the veins popping over his body, teeth clenched, body turning almost crimson. She was alarmed then, pleasure dipping as she took his face into her hands.
"Are you hurt?" The tears frightened her, and she rose quickly but he slammed his hips upwards with a growl.
"N-no," he begged. "A-are you okay?" He breathed through his nose as if struggling, gasps of air escaping from his lips as if tortured. His eyes were almost rolling into his head when a shudder of pleasure quaked through him with the squeeze of her walls, breathless as he held onto her too tight.
"Yeah," she answered, a testy squeeze. The Omega let out a cry. "Helios—"
"My brain feels like it's melting," he whimpered, voice a thousand times heavier than his usual higher lilt, growing breath as he quivered in her arms. And her pussy squeezed in response, pleasure roaring. "F-Fuck, please say I can move. Please, please, please—" He jerked upwards before he could finish, growing increasingly vocal. Back arching, thighs rippling, panting hard, a sheen of sweat dewy on his face. "Good fucking God," he wept, desperate, whimpering as his resolve seemed to collapse.
She continued rocking slowly, hands on the curve of his hips. His core muscles were quivering, and already she knew he was coming undone. "Tell me what it feels like."
"Are you trying to kill me woman?" he snarled, glaring with an almost strange fury.
"Is it really that different?" she teased. He gulped air, going almost cross-eyed, ferocious as he spoke.
"Fuck," he hissed. "It's amazing. It's-It's—I have no words."
She snickered. "All pussies are the same."
"Not when it's my soulmate," he snarled. "The soulmate I've wanted for a very, very long time." His eyes were turning black. As consumed by lust as they were, the void glimmered with a thousand stars. She understood what he meant, for her heart was full, filled with him in her embrace. It almost had tears welling in her eyes. Helios grunted, shifting a little, rolling his pelvis gently. "You're just so tight."
And she felt it, too; how her walls spread, burning almost around the circumference of his cock. The tip of his cock brushing the deepest parts of her. His abdomen pressed flat to her mound, her body enveloping the full length of him. She exhaled then began to fuck him in earnest, rising and falling from her shitty squat on the bowl, but she couldn't really set a steady pace like this, not with her heels struggling to get a good grip. They were going to break the goddamn toilet.
And Helios seemed to know it too, as floaty and glazed as his eyes were. He soon hooked his hands under her thighs, hipbone to hipbone as his waist began to buck. Instinct overruling everything as his hips began to snap in a frenzied pace, transforming into a beast. She knew he was racing quickly towards an orgasm, teeth clamped tight, waist bucking.
"A-ah, fuck you feel so good," he gushed, pussy clenching. "You're squeezing me—"
"B-baby," she tried to say, but a groan burst from him. Muscles contracting. His pace accelerating to a dizzying speed, almost violent in his thrusting. And the sounds were nastier now, juicy and wet, flesh clapping. He stood too quickly, suspending her for a moment, still continuing to fuck upwards as if possessed, cock throbbing in the drip of her pussy as he staggered to press her against the door of the cubicle. Mouths missing, before he stole a kiss from her lips that was all sloppy tongue and saliva.
"F-Fuck," he screamed. "I don't think I can last," he cried almost in agony. "I'm too close. I'm too—" His hips jerked in a series of harsh, broken thrusts. He shuddered, gyrating through long body rolls as if to slow it all down. Sweat beading down his body, sticky from the heat. She was writhing on him equally, pleasure crawling higher. She knew he could taste her impending orgasm on her tongue, taste her emotions. There was determination in his eyes then as a hand reached down, thumb to her clit.
"You're cheating!" she gasped out. "F-fuck! Ngaah—" He clenched his jaw, legs quaking. He slammed the cubicle door open, hauling her onto the poor sink like a maniac. And it was oddly the most perfect of positions, a height that allowed him full use of her body. His eyes were drawn to her, passion roaring into a fiery need.
"Not gonna cum until you do," he hissed. And that would have been impossible, if not for the mate that stood at the cubicle, jaw dropped open, a hand caging his cock.
Icarus watched them, pants unbuckled, cock weeping in his palm. His face all dewy from strain. He gasped out his apologies almost immediately, stumbling back, hands raised knowing how it looked. His cock now sprang free, swollen and heavy with cum.
"I was here first!" he cried, curls wet from sweat. His cheeks a rosy red hue. "I swear!"
"What the fuck?" she yelled back.
Helios seemed equally horrified, eyes wide, but it did not stop the plunging of his hips, grinding into her hole, thrusting upwards to the spot she liked, with a thumb strumming her clit. Her pleasure had skyrocketed now, and it was only roaring further at the sight of Icarus with his cheeks all flushed and his cock weeping webs of pre-cum that puddled to the ground.
"You didn't notice me!" Icarus cried. "I was in the shower! It's all the fucking suppressant!"
"Why the fuck were you in the showers?" she snapped, a hot flush on her cheek. Because was Helios really going to ignore the elephant in the room? And it seemed like he was all plugged in, the sound of slapping skin amplified, teeth clenched tight. His hips were still fluttering, still fucking as if utterly possessed.
"I-I was masturbating," Icarus cried, admitted his sins without a word, hands free now as his dick bounced in the air, curved, paler than most and pretty. "You just looked so beautiful and I—There was just so much going through the bond. I needed to take some of it off. And when you started, I just didn't know when to leave." His apologies spilled from him in panic. But her heart was pounding so damn hard, and not in a bad way. "F-fuck, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry—"
Her heart lurched in her chest at him, at his eyes still trained on the bounce of her body. The look on her face. She knew what he saw, he knew the fucked-up expression of pleasure that engulfed her. And that had her shuddering so hard, pleasure roaring to its maximum.
"She doesn't hate it," Helios hissed, tasting her emotions like a pro now. "She loves it." Fucking hell. She swallowed hard, moans escaping from her throat. His hips were a blur now as he rode towards climax. "F-Fuck, yeah, oh Gods—" he cried. The pleasure was rising now, rising too quickly, too rapidly until suddenly she was at the summit of nirvana. A gasp escaped her lips, strangled whine catching in her throat.
Her own orgasm caught her off guard in the chaos, wringing her startling quick, hot and guttural deep. She came heavily, back arched, groping her own chest for dear life, almost growling. Her vision went white as her legs thrashed and bucked. It had her muffling a cry as she continued, squirting all over him despite herself as she tried desperately to cover her face with her hands. Her teeth ached to sink into flesh.
Something in her chest seemed to swell, a tsunami of gold.
"Fuck yes." And Helios it seemed took it as a sign to finally cum because the relief that roared over him was nothing short of euphoric. His hand was digging into her waist to keep her steady, another caging her hands in a vice-like grip. He wanted to see her face, and she knew it from the intensity of his focus on her expression, obscene as he spread her legs wider, propelling himself deeper, each thrust had him transfixed, eyes on her body, almost drooling as if starved. The pleasure of her orgasm continued, and she was almost too sensitive from it all, writhing in his arms, begging for him to cum.
"Please," she almost wept, "P-please—"
"I-I-Oh fuck I'm coming," he gasped, eyes rolling back to whites, groans too deep, too loud almost as if agonized. And when he finally came, he contorted, body locked and straining. He came deep within her, hips digging up enough to force a gasp from her tongue, hands trapping her in, biceps flexing. He jerked, the condom expanding immediately, almost boiling heat escaping him as ropes of cum was squeezed from his cock. His eyes were wide, as he rasped out a cry. "Oh my God," he gasped. "I-I…"
He couldn't finish speaking, words robbed as he continued coming so hard his body seized again and again. He continued thrusting deep into her as if desperate to extend the burn of his orgasm. Pleasure shivering through them both until his cock popped free, his hands pressed against the sink, bracing himself through the aftermath. And fucking hell, it was insane to watch the condom swell, enormous as it hung from his cock, an inhuman amount of semen escaping him just as slick rolled down his thighs.
Her lips parted then closed, eyes darting to her other mate, to Icarus who stood, dick still hard, but clearly weeping with fresh cum. Some part of her mind, told her that he'd came untouched when she'd came. That her bond was now firing away with pleasure, that she must have transmitted everything she felt to them all, that she must have caused her Omegas to cream themselves. They must have came so hard on the dance floor.
Her cheeks reddened.
Fuck.
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