Chapter 82: -
"Stop," Rue hissed, and they were all silent, almost immediately docile at a single word from her lips. Halcyon had made the room small and so the bed was almost pressed to each wall, large enough for her to slide closer to them across the sheets. And this seemed to destroy the trio, for suddenly the Alphas were shaking, arousal surging, eyes so hungry they were blown. They leaned closer and Rue dropped the bomb. "I-I want you all to leave."
A startled howl was ripped from their lips. And even Altair seemed stumped by her words, jaw dropped and pale. The whines that escaped their lips were that of wolves rejected, a pitchy whimper that had them pressed against the net, and it appeared to be the last thing they'd expect from an Omega in Heat. Halcyon gasping with droopy ears, and Valentino's tails shuddered with his horror.
But Rue was no ordinary Omega.
And Rue's self-control was far stronger than most.
"I…I made the traps, because…" Rue swallowed, knowing that in truth her body had been weeping for them. She tried to verbalise a lacklustre attempt to dismiss them, tried to appear unaffected knowing that they could smell her puddling for them in the air. "I didn't want to be taken against my will, or yours. C-call the services and then leave me alone."
"Rue," Valentino rasped. "Rue please, we're good Alphas. W-we're not—We w-won't hurt you." Fucking liar.
"D-don't find another Alpha," Halcyon cried. "Please Rue, Please. Y-you want us too, I can smell you," he said through a shuddering gasp. "Please—"
Altair's forehead was beaded with sweat, and he stammered out his words. "F-for fuck's sake Rue, you already have us here why wait?" He snorted and rolled his eyes as if he didn't care. "You'd prefer a goddamn government stranger instead of us? You're already fucked. The authorities will only draw out your suffering. They'll spend hours on the fucking paperwork—"
Rue panted; brows knotted into a glare. "I-I know that. But I need a Poseidon, one that can mimic m-my soulmate. That drug, the one that kills Omegas? I've been taking them to stop my Heat—" Her words were interrupted by a heart-breaking yelp, Halcyon clambering up closer at her words, net swaying. They seemed to know the drug, for the despair that cooled their need radiated and grew. And suddenly it was not all about fucking her, their minds working through the burn, horror spiking in the sour tang of their scent.
"No," Halcyon wailed, tears streaming down his cheeks. "No, no, no. Y-you can't die—"
Altair lurched to his knees, snarling at her. "For someone so damn smart, how can you be so fucking stupid?"
"I'm your soulmate," Valentino stuttered out reaching for her, tentacles moving towards her. "I'm your soulmate."
"We've b-been through this," Rue stated, held her body and sank into the nest. "If you're wrong, I'll die—"
"If you don't believe me…" Valentino turned to Altair, tentacles reaching, prodding at the elastic of his waistband. "Show her. Altair, show it to her—"
And with so much rage bubbling in his little system, Altair turned, fingers unbuttoning his pants, slipped it down pale hips, allowing it to pool at spread knees. The wind was knocked out of her lungs when he spread fat cheeks to show the furl of his dusky asshole, the buttery clench of it. And then around the whorl were the words: Want me to suck your cock?
Words that she remembered from a dream ago, words that had spilt from her tongue. She'd told Valentino again and again that 'fuck' was not good enough for a soul mark. But this? This was far too specific, far too ideal.
"Are you sure?" were the words out of her mouth that had Altair hissing.
"I know who brands my fucking body, stupid fuck!" He snapped, the anger rippling from him with his embarrassment. Shyness coloured his cheeks and it had her feeling conscious too of her nudity, the wetness of her pussy that continued to drip. "You're the only one," he assured. "Nobody speaks to me the way you do."
Rue inhaled, cunt slippery, eyes wide. And Altair glared at her, cheeks flushed pink. Suddenly she was breathless at the gorgeous sweetness of him. The chisel of rippling muscles, the dichotomy of adorable cheeks, the lustre of dusk on sugary skin, burnished by the glow of his wings.
"Fucking bitch," Altair hissed, rage and desperation mixing in the shimmer of his eyes. "Marking my beautiful body this way. I'm your damn soulmate, so let me fuck you, and you won't fucking die."
And she reached for him.
Altair
He swayed in the net, the stupid fucking net that hindered his movement, feeling dizzy, feeling lightheaded as Rue nosed over his body, and sniffed at his glands. But she allowed him to touch her now, and he felt crazy when his fingers tingled when they caressed her flesh. His hands feathering over the pillowy soft skin, over curved hips, over silky hair and he felt as if his brain were rotting.
No Omega had ever made him feel this way, and of course, it had to be Rue to take his soul.
"Let me out," he mouthed over her jaw, and she shook her head, eyes all soul-deep and doll-pretty. Her skin was bare, and his heart was thumping like crazy in his chest at the flush of her curves, the swell of her breasts, the look in her eyes.
"No," she shook her head. Her words thundered and sizzled through his nerves like an Alpha's command. It had his hair standing, gooseflesh popping across his skin. He hadn't noticed the hold she had on him until now when each word seemed to quell the monster inside of him. The one that wanted to tear open the net and fuck her hard into the bedding. "Don't want you to bite me."
He growled, infuriated at her assumptions of his control, but he didn't push it. To be honest, Altair wasn't sure if he could hold back. And his fangs itched to release his venom in her glands. "Of course, you need a giant fucking condom."
A smile stretched across his cheeks, impish at his reward, at his win. Valentino and Halcyon were disappointed that he got her first, and Altair could feel them through the bond. The annoying cling of the two as they tried to taste the remnants of Rue through their souls, tried to absorb Altair's pleasure like a parasite.
"Let Valentino kiss you." He grouched and his mate lit up at that, thrumming through the bond in victory.
"W-what?"
"He's more eros than me, he secretes better aphrodisiacs," Altair promised. "He'll warm you up, so you won't be sore."
He didn't care to wait for her choice, hands reaching through the netting to fondle the swell of her hips, the dipped waist. He pulled, and she squealed when she fell to her back on the bed. The fear in her eyes was new, and Halcyon was already purring like a cat in the corner, desperate to calm her despite his inability to participate.
"Just gonna lick you up," Altair told her, hating that he was so fucking excited to taste her. "I need you wet as fuck, but fast, I don't want you dying on me before I fuck you."
"Altair, just do it, just fuck me—"
"I know Omegas," Altair hissed, chest puffed with a need to please. "If you want to be satisfied and alive, you need this." Besides, his Alpha refused to take her without preparation.
Rue blinked but was distracted by the tug of Valentino's impatient tails. And the tentacles were pulling her to him, sweeping her body closer so that Valentino could press a bruising kiss to her lips. His tongue dipped to balm her lips, chasing her mouth to tongue fuck her as he would to her pussy. And Altair swept his thumb over her pretty cunt, plump and pink and oh so gooey wet.
She was all ripe and warm. And it was impossible not to want her pretty plump cunt, the little gemstone-like clit, the soft curls that framed the flower of her. And it was impossible to not yearn to stretch her and fuck her to completion. Altair swallowed, mouth dry at the thought of her cream, the wetness of her, the round pert clit on his tongue.
His cock was out, already fisted in one hand, flushed an angry pink and red from bottom to frilled foreskin to slippery glands. His balls were heavy with cum, veins running up the angry shaft, and the sensitive mushroom head shimmered with pre-cum that had slobbered all over his length. It wouldn't take much for him to knot, and he could feel the bulge already starting to form ready to pop. His cock always cresting and throbbing at the sight of her.
Rue was looking at him now, looking at him with anxiety and excitement glittering in her eyes. And Valentino only stole her lips again, angry at the distraction. He'd take away her fear with his taste, while Altair prepared her for his cock.
He leaned forward, exhaled over her cunt, breath fanning over her shivering body. He was fixated by the rawness in the centre, the hole that gushed with her slick. Altair dipped his fingers into her pussy and she squirted immediately. A gush that soaked his forearm just from a single finger to the first joint. And he laughed.
"Oh baby," he began to purr, feathers slinking through the net to push her thighs apart further, to drip his aphrodisiac into her blood steam. "Does that feel so good?" Her cunt throbbed harder when his thumb tapped at the gemstone of her clit, as his feathers spread the butterfly wings of her folds, blooming like a silky flower, and she whimpered.
"Altair—" She breathed on Valentino's lips. "A-Altair—"
Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone