Page 51 of Omega Ruined

Fuck yeah, I did. I crossed the room and dropped to my knees, replacing his hand with my own. I licked up the seam of his cock and swirled my tongue around the head, knowing exactly how he liked his blow jobs. Taking him in my mouth, I bobbed up and down while still swirling my tongue around his length, making him throw his head back and groan.

"You're so good at that, Z. Get up, I need your ass."

I popped off his cock and crawled onto the bed, ready for him. There were no toys or playing tonight. It would be hard, fast sex, which was fine by me.

Kienan grabbed lube, lemon scented, and squirted it over my hole before sliding in a finger. "You're so ready for me already, aren't you?" He pushed two more fingers in. "Look at that, open and willing, just the way I like it."

There was a moment while he lubed up his dick, then he pushed past the tight opening and slammed deep into me, hitting that perfect spot in just the right way. But something was different. He felt thicker than usual.

"One sec…" he fumbled a little and then I felt a buzzing sensation, right over my prostate.

"Oh, fuck."

"Yeah, thought you'd like that." Kienan grabbed my hips. "Head down, I'm going to be fast because you're going to cum so hard and so fast with this toy…" he trailed off as he started to slam into me, thrusting as he pulled my hips back.

The friction was exactly what my body wanted. My cock dribbled precum as he pounded me from behind, the buzzing vibrator toy sliding over that sensitive bit over and over again until I felt my balls tighten.

"I'm there, Kie, fuck, I'm there."

"Then cum for me, Z. Get it all out. I want to see what you've got for me."

He pressed harder and his knot slid into my ass, expanding almost instantly as he spurted, the vibrator now pressed directly against my prostate.

There was no holding back. I exploded, wave after wave of cum splashing to the bed below me and covering my belly. My body shuddered and shook as I suddenly turned too sensitive, but he didn't turn it off.

"Kie, it's too much, shit. I'm done, I'm done."

"No, you're done when I say you are." He shifted the little bit he could with his knot locked in me and that slight movement, combined with the buzzing sent me over the edge again.

I was utterly drained of every drop of cum by the time I collapsed into my own mess and Kie finally clicked the damn vibrator off. His knot softened and I rolled over once he'd pulled out. "You can make the bed, asshole."

Kienan laughed, one of the few times I saw him actually relaxed was after he'd had a good fuck. "You're still helping. But go shower first."

When I got out of my second shower, the bed had been stripped and the rubber sheet wiped clean. I helped him stretch new sheets over the mattress and pile the pillows back on the bed. Then I climbed under the duvet and snuggled up to the man I loved most out of my pack. "We still need to talk about Olivia."

"That didn't get it out of your head?" Kienan groaned. "Come on, I'm wiped, you're wiped. Let's just leave everything as is."

"Look, you fucked up. You want her to know you respect her, right?"

He sighed and nodded.

"And she needs to feel safe and cared for, but most of all, wanted."

"Okay, so how do I grovel?"

"Well, I've got an idea…"

Kienan listened and when I'd finished, he took a deep breath. "I'll do it. For her. Because I do want her to stick around."

"Good start, then." I kissed him on the lips and flipped over so he could spoon me. "I'll tell her tomorrow.

When I explained the idea to Olivia, she listened carefully. "So, he'll let me do anything to him in exchange for bonding?" She frowned. "Why? I could hurt him so much."

"But we know you wouldn't," I told her. "You can make him suffer if you want, you do what you like. Talk his ear off. Sing off key. Hang him from the ceiling. I can be there to help with anything you need."

"I'd like you to be there," she said quietly. "I know he won't hurt me, but I'd like backup, just in case."

The bond was humming with anxiety and I could hear the others come hurring from their areas of the house, worried that something was wrong. "You're scaring the feral boys."