by L. V. Lane
As the sun sets fully and darkness takes the lands, the children are sent to their homes under the watch of older siblings, and those not inclined toward the Goddess worshipping that happens after dark.
The music picks up a different kind of beat, one that I feel all the way deep inside. I am given over to sit on Fen’s lap, where I am lulled by the music. He presses kisses to my fingers, arms, and throat. Heat is building inside me, slow and languid.
The Goddess is here. I can feel her presence. Her voice and love are carried on the cooling breeze and dance across the still waters of the loch. It seems entirely natural when Fen slips a hand under the hem of my skirt and trails his fingertips over the tops of my thighs. Soon, I’m needy for them to reach other places.
Fidgeting, I try to move the situation to my liking. Fen laughs, low and husky against my ear. “Our mate is getting needy,” he says.
My eyes shift to where Jack lounges close by, watching us with the same hunger I feel in my belly—one that is nothing to do with food. I don’t look, but I can hear rutting: the soft moans, the slaps of flesh. It merges with the beat of the music, slipping under my skin, making me hot and desperate.
I bite my lower lip, and, meeting Jack’s eyes, let my legs fall open.
His answer is a growl as he grasps my ankle, spilling me backward onto Fen. Dress thrust up, he buries his head between and eats my pussy with noisy enthusiasm that has me panting and gasping.
Fen tugs my dress up and off. His big hands cup my breasts, squeezing them together before tugging on my nipples. “Good girl,” he says. “Let yourself come.”
My chest stutters. The sensation of Jack’s tongue, lips, and teeth moving all over my pussy has me tingling and feverish with need.
“Let yourself come,” Fen coaxes. “Then we will fill you all up just how you like and need.”
The heat rises inside me, higher. I twitch and strain, but they tighten their hands on me to still me and continue the sweet torment. A low gasping moan rolls through me with the climax that is so blissfully sweet and deep, it sends me spinning.
My chest heaves in the aftermath. Jack lifts his head, smirking. I twitch when he runs a thick finger down between my pussy lips and gently presses it inside. “Goddess!”
“Hands and knees,” Fen says, lips beside my ear. My pussy clenches over Jack’s fingers. All his attention has done is make me desperate for more.
There is no hesitation. I want him to rut me. I want them both to rut me before the Goddess so that she might know how well the mates she has chosen for me love me and I them.
Jack chuckles at my eagerness. But then Fen fills me with his cock, and all three of us groan.
Fen
We take turns rutting our sweet mate. The lass is lusty with her pregnancy. It is for the best there are two of us; she would surely wear either one of us out. We have both enjoyed her pussy, and now Jack is enjoying her pretty mouth.
She still does not take as well to cock sucking as either of us might prefer. There is a lot of fuss if we try to go too deeply . . . Then there is her inclination toward spitting the cum back out.
Usually, I am well sated and only find it amusing. But alas, Jack sees it as the gravest of insults, which I also find amusing.
Tonight, as Jack comes in her mouth, I sense that Hazel is not going to be good about swallowing it.
“Do not fucking spit it out,” Jack says, a glint of determination in his eye that suggests she’s about to get her bottom spanked if she defies him.
I grin.
She shakes her head and starts to turn away.
I chortle. Hazel does not like swallowing but especially if there is a lot.
“Don’t—” Jack warns. Too late as he pinches her cheeks, it all spews out.
“Oops,” she says.
My laugh turns to a deeper guffaw.
“Little brat,” Jack says, shaking his head at the mess Hazel has made. He swipes his thumb over her chin. There is not a lot there, but he is making a point.
She opens dutifully. But no sooner does Jack press his thumb into her mouth than he is pulling it back out again with a growl.
“Did she bite you?” I venture to ask, holding my stomach, which is aching from my laughter.
Smug flashes in her eyes until Jack scoops her off the floor. Her squeal is cute and ripe with fake outrage.
“Best we take the lass to bed,” Jack calls over his shoulder. “Her training is nowhere near complete!”
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Hazel
I SPEND THE morning with an Omega from the Baxter clan. She is an older lady, long past her breeding age with a kindly disposition and a great bear of a mate. Having never met an Omega before, I am in awe of the tiny woman with a beguiling way. It seems she regularly visits adjoining clans in alliance with Baxter and offers advice to young Betas mated with an Alpha. More often, an Alpha mates with more than one lass. So I am in an unusual situation.
We meet in the herb cottage, as it is known, where the clan stores all the healing herbs and roots. Her mate looms in the door as she sets about making tea from the supplies.
“You are fortunate, Hazel,” she says. “In being mated to two such strong Alphas. Many Alpha mates do not know how to temper their natural way as they train a Beta for their pleasure.”
Her great mate mutters about ‘women’s talk’ before he stomps off down the steps.
“All Alphas have a high appetite for rutting,” she says, smiling as she passes me the tea. “This will help. I will give you the recipe before I leave.”
My face flames as I take the cup with my thanks and a nod. We take a seat and talk. I’m delighted by the insights, which help me to better understand the ways of an Alpha. I cannot change what I am any more than my mates can change what they are. But like all things in life, if we learn about each other, we can find ways to meet in the middle.
“Do they show interest in a nest?” she asks. “Have they offered you the softest pelts for your bedding area?”
“They have,” I confess. I had realized that they are enamored with the thickness and softness of pelts and furs supplied for the bed. Suspecting that they drew similarities between it and a nest.
“It has a calming influence on an Alpha. An Omega needs a nest to feel safe, and for nurturing when she is with child. An Alpha is very respectful of a nest. Such behavior is instinctual to them. Whether you are an Omega makes no difference to their need to keep you safe. Your mates will be deeply troubled that you were snatched. Building a nest in your bedding area will help to temper their high aggression after the event. Even though nesting is not natural to a Beta, there are basic principles to the design that are easy to follow.” She smiles kindly, pausing to refill my teacup. “I know many Betas who settle with their Alpha, come to love the nest and the purr.”
“Oh, I love their purr already,” I assure her.
She pats my hand. “There, I could tell that you would. I have a feeling you may be the first mate to bear an Omega child in many generations. It is much more common if there are two Alpha mates. If that happens, we will need to talk again.” Her smile is knowing, like there might be secret things involved should I become a mother of an Omega child.
I am both excited and nervous about all this.
We spend a bit of time discussing the local herbs and how to make the tea. Molly assures me that they will help keep me in the best health for both my mates’ vigorous needs and the growing babe.
A babe . . . How I wished with all my heart to be gotten with child, and how happy I am that it has happened.
Our time ends when Molly must offer advice to another Beta. “The poor lass is mated to an Alpha who does not possess either the wits or skills of your Jack and Fen,” Molly says. “But she loves him dearly, and he, her, so I do what I can to help guide her.”
Leaving the herb cottage, I enlist the assistance of Jessa, and we set about creating a nest.
“Omegas are an odd lot,” Jessa says as we en
ter my bedding chamber, arms laden. “I mean, building a nest, like an animal might. That is a strange set of affairs.”
Chuckling, I put my bundle of furs beside the bed. “I am with child now. And after everything that has happened, I want to please them.” There was a time when I thought the Goddess had abandoned me. But then she sent Jack and Fen, and I know it was a test to ensure they were worthy mates. Now I too must be worthy. Often, Jack or Fen get that glint in their eyes and talk about how well they have bred me. My hand strays to my tummy. I cannot wait to meet him or her. “Molly suggested that a nest would present well. I would do anything for my mates.”
Jessa smiles kindly. “I would do anything for Brandon, and he for me. So although this is strange, I understand why you would do it.” She dumps her pile of furs beside mine.
An Omega nesting is a private thing. They do not allow anyone else to be involved, not even their mates. But I am a Beta, and I find I appreciate another’s insight. Besides, Jessa has become a dear friend to me.
“How do we do this?” she asks.
“We have to make an edge by folding the pelts over.” Selecting a pelt, I show her what I mean. Jessa busies herself folding the pelts for me, and I begin putting them in place at the edges of the bed. “Molly said that it would make them respectful of my space,” I say, thinking about my mates’ propensity for tossing the furs everywhere. “And they are not respectful now.”
“No male is respectful of a woman’s bed,” Jessa says, giggling. “All they think about is rutting.” Her smile is sly. “But I don’t mind the rutting so much.” She blushes prettily. “I like it quite a lot.”
I laugh at her blush even as I am blushing myself.
She sends me a conspiring glance. “You do not mind them rutting so much yourself either if the sounds that come from this house are anything to go by.”
“I also do not mind the rutting,” I admit.
We both laugh.
It takes us a good while before I’m satisfied with the nest. As I stand back, we both agree that it is both strange and compelling.
“I like it,” Jessa says. “It looks warm and snuggly.” She taps her chin and sends a glance my way, along with an impish grin. “But I still think your huge males will destroy it when they try and climb in. Maybe we should put some pelts on the floor and encourage them to sleep there?”
We both laugh again. The image of my Alphas sleeping on the floor when their mate is in bed is ridiculous.
A call comes from beyond the screen for Jessa.
“I better go,” she says, smirking. “Enjoy your new nest.”
Winking, she darts out.
The nest is too inviting, and I elect to take a nap. The babe is not yet enough to even show, but my mates insist that I take an afternoon nap since they often keep me awake with their attention of a night.
It feels strange as I slide into the nest. Warm and snuggly, as Jessa said, it encloses me on all sides and above. But as I lay there, my thoughts turn to consider how my mates might react to finding me here.
I grow restless and needy in the nest as I imagine them taking me together.
What will they do if they return and find my bottom oiled and plugged?
A small groan escapes my lips as I imagine their reaction. I have never done it myself before. Now, I cannot possibly rest for I am thinking about the plug and the wriggling stretching feeling as it goes in . . . and the way it makes my pussy grow slick.
Lifting my head from under the covers, I listen for sounds. It is still early. I can still do this before they return. I don’t like the thought of being caught in the act, but I like the idea of them finding me prepared.
On the table beside the bed is the small box where all the plugs and phallus are placed against a fur lining after cleansing. A little bottle of natural oil is also there.
Feeling both naughty and wanton, I lift the lid on the box. It is only after I have the oil and the smallest plug in my hands that I realize this is not so easy to do to yourself. But I am determined, and I feel extra naughty as I carefully coat the plug with a little oil . . . and push.
It pops in with only a little discomfort. The plug I have selected does not go deep, but it holds me open. I groan a little as I put the oil back and snap the lid closed.
My intention is only to rest, but I’m soon asleep . . .
A warm, calloused hand soothing over my ankle, wakes me with a start. I bite back a groan when it makes me clench over the little plug. “Oh!” My ankle must have poked out of a pelt as I slept, and I snatch it back inside. I hear the purring, the one I recognize as Jack, and my thudding heart rate slows.
“May I enter the nest with you, my sweet little Beta?” he asks.
“There is not enough space,” I say, biting my lip to smother my laugh. Normally, Jack would blunder into the bed, snatch me up, and ready me to take his cock. Today he is respectful and tentative.
His hand slides under the covers. Capturing my ankle again, he rubs circles that feel nice. My plugged bottom keeps clenching, and my pussy is absolutely drenched.
“I will fit,” he says. “I will be gentle about it. I will hardly disturb it at all. You are with child and must have your mates with you to feel properly safe, even in the nest.”
Nest. He has never called it a nest before.
I smirk at this strange sweetness in my dominant mate. “Okay, if you are very gentle.”
He is not gentle. I hear clothing and boots being tossed aside. Then he enters the nest. It is like an ox shouldering his way in and threatening to destroy the nest in his haste. His purr turns utterly manic. As soon as Jack has squeezed his way in, he palms my breast and begins nuzzling my throat. I am primed and ready for his attention, and I push my chest out, offering him better access.
“Does my sweet little mate need her pussy tending to? I think you might rest better after you have been well rutted and are thoroughly scented.”
My stomach does that little dip-clench thing. I’m not averse to any of this suggestion. I have prepared myself for such.
At the sound of approaching footsteps, we both still.
“I need to come in,” Fen says. The sounds of clothing being stripped, follows. Jack chooses that moment to enclose my nipple in his hot mouth.
“I don’t think there is room,” I say on a moan. Jack’s purr increases halfway to a growl, and I curl my fingers in his hair. Beyond the pelts, I can hear Fen’s purr.
“I will be fucking careful,” Fen says. “But I need to come in, and I need to tend to you too!”
Jack closes his teeth around my nipple. A sharp little bite accompanies him easing two thick fingers into my slick pussy. “What a naughty, wet little pussy,” Jack growls. “Has my mate been thinking naughty thoughts?” The lingering sting on my nipple is so good, and I try to ride his fingers.
“I am still fucking waiting!” Fen growls. I feel wicked for forgetting he was there.
“Okay,” I say, gasping as Jack sucks hard on my sore nipple and swipes his thick thumb over my clit. My bottom is clenching in excitement. I am half-wild with my needs.
The nest nearly collapses as Fen forces his way inside. Spooning behind me, his lips seek my throat. My legs are parted, my thigh lifted open over Fen’s. His finger plunges in beside Jack’s, and they both finger fuck me. Jack growls. Fen growls back, and my stupid body gushes around their fingers.
“She is very fucking tight?” Fen says. I groan, fearing he has realized what I have done.
Their growling settles to a purr. Thick fingers clashing as they thrust in and out.
Then they begin pulling, gently stretching me open ready for their pleasure.
“Our mate has great needs tonight,” Jack says. “She will need to be well rutted so that she feels safe.”
“We will fill her together,” Fen says. “That is her favorite way when she is thoroughly rutted between us.”
Then Fen slides his fingers back, and his purr lowers to a growl. “Goddess,” he says as h
is fingers brush the handle of the plug. “She has oiled and plugged her bottom.” He catches the handle, turning it, pulling it almost out, and thrusting it back again.
“I need to see,” Jack says. I am rolled onto my tummy, the nest imploding as they part my legs and gently open the cheeks of my bottom so they can better see what I have done.
“She is perfectly trained,” Jack says thickly. I whimper as their fingers pet and play with the little plug. “No wonder her pussy is so slick and ready. Have you taken your afternoon nap plugged thus?”
“Yes,” I say. “After I made the nest, I was feeling naughty.” I groan as the handle is grasped to tease it in and out. The stretching sensation as it comes all the way out and pushes all the way back in has me gasping and groaning. Then it disappears altogether, and thick fingers take its place.
“All oiled and slick,” Fen says. “She is nicely open. There will only be a pleasurable amount of discomfort as I thrust my cock deep in here.”
“Our sweet little Beta mate has prepared herself to be ravished,” Jack says. “She has made a nest for us to rut her in.”
“We will soon destroy this nest as we fuck her,” Fen says, thick fingers sliding in and out of my ass before circling the little entrance and filling me again.
“You are not supposed to ruin the nest!” I say on a whiny groan. “An Alpha should respect the nest.”
“Whoever told you that nonsense,” Jack says, grasping my chin, he tilts my face from the furs so he can see my face. He is wearing a wicked kind of smirk. “An Alpha loves nothing better than ruining a nest as he ruts his mate. But we will help you put it back together when we are done. Now, do you need your mates to rut you? Do you need us both to fill you together?”
“Yes,” I say. “Please, I need you both together.”
