No Reservations—Part One

by Viola Grace

  She inhaled sharply as he stepped between her knees and put his hands next to her on the counter. Their faces were on the same level. He leaned forward and rubbed his cheek along hers, and her purr broke free again. Argus smiled and leaned in. “You never have to ask. We are yours for the taking.”

  Her breathing came faster as he leaned in, and when he made contact, she let out a little mewl. He brushed his lips against hers, backing up each time until she followed him. She scooted forward, and it put her hips against his erection. She paused for a moment and then continued the kiss, undulating against him, her hips rolling against his cock through his jeans until she was trembling and her rhythm broke. He leaned toward her, his hands gripping her thighs and pulling her into him, rocking against the slick-coated fabric of her dress. Their rocking together got violent, and then, she let out a wail against his lips, and he continued to rock against her as the aftershocks ran through her. Her hands were clutching at his shirt, and she whimpered at every slow roll of his hips.

  She gasped and blushed as she licked his lower lip and pulled her mouth away. Argus glanced over, and Ambrose had a wry expression, and Dexter looked stunned. “Can we do that?”

  Ambrose chuckled. “You can if she consents.”

  He clapped his hands together. “Ohh boy. Brunch is served.”

  Olivia chuckled and pressed her forehead against Argus’s shirt. “I need to change my dress.”

  “No need, kitten. You can just sit on my lap.” Argus chuckled. “I am already covered.”

  She blushed hot pink. She opened her mouth, and he kissed her and tapped her lips. “Don’t apologize. I am delighted that we could arouse you to this degree.”

  Ambrose added. “It was a group effort.”

  Dexter grinned. “I will happily take some credit.”

  She looked down and up at Argus. “Um, so this is normal?”

  He stroked her cheek. “I certainly hope so.”

  * * * *

  She was slick and sticky at the same time. Olivia swallowed and tried to hide the flex of aftershock as she let Argus set her on her feet again. Internally she felt a flutter, and she wanted to cuddle against him again.

  Argus led her to the table, and she held the skirt away from her skin. He sat down and patted his thighs. She sighed and climbed onto his lap.

  “You have to get used to us, Olivia, and we would like it to be sooner rather than later.”

  He wrapped his arms around her, and she breathed him in. She leaned against his chest, and Ambrose prepared a plate for her. “What’s for breakfast?”

  “Brunch. They said they would feed you.” Ambrose scowled.

  “Oh, uh... I was too nervous to be hungry.” Her stomach snarled, casting its vote for food.

  Argus sighed. “Well, we need to fill you up then.”

  She gasped, and the others grinned. She pushed away the mental images and hid against Argus.

  She was lifted and moved to another lap. “No letting Argus have all the fun, Olivia. We are all yours, and we will take care of you. It is our joy and our pleasure.”

  She smelled cinnamon buns with vanilla. She looked up at Ambrose and smiled. “That sounds really weighty.”

  Dexter got her a cup of coffee and handed it to her. “We had to do research to get authorization to get an omega. There was study, psychological evaluations, and bloodwork. We are all disease-free if it matters.”

  “Uh, yeah. It matters. So, thanks for checking.”

  Ambrose chuckled and murmured in her ear, “Breakfast is poached eggs, hollandaise, bacon, toast, and fruit salad.”

  She perked up. “Hollandaise?”

  He pulled a plate toward her, and there was the most desirable eggs benedict she had seen in her life because she didn’t have to make it for someone else. Someone had made it specifically for her.

  She turned, but he held her in place. “Um, I am not going to be able to cut it at this angle.”

  “I will feed you.” He reached around her and sliced the food into small wedges. He picked up the first piece. “Open.”

  She looked at Ambrose, and his expression was kind with heat in his gaze. She opened her mouth, and he put in a wedge of food that exploded on her tongue. She moaned happily, chewed, and swallowed before she grabbed Ambrose’s hand and sucked the sauce off his fingers.

  “Good girl.”

  She sucked on his thumb, and she felt his erection swell against her hip. She rolled her eyes to meet his as she released him. “That was really good.”

  He smiled. “Back at yah. Now, we can save the play for later; now, I want you to eat.”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  She ate, and Dexter and Argus did as well. She paused and sipped some coffee. “You aren’t eating?”

  Ambrose said, “After you have yours, you will feed me mine.”

  “Yes, Sir.” The reference wasn’t lost on her. Everything they said was going to revolve around sex until they actually had it. So, the references would probably stop by that afternoon.

  She was full when the second piece of toast was finished. She looked at Ambrose, and he licked his thumb and forefinger. She looked around the table. “Um, where is your plate.”

  He chuckled. “Who said I was going to need a plate?”

  He wrapped his arm around her and got to his feet, setting her on the countertop. He eased her skirt up, and she watched him in shock. “What are you doing?”

  He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs. “What does it look like?”

  “Um... I have no idea.” His fingers were tracing around in the slick that she had slowly been leaking during him feeding her.

  “Allow me to demonstrate. I fed you; now, you are returning the favour.” His nostrils flared as he bent his golden head.

  He flipped her dress and slip back, exposing her to the bright light of the kitchen, and she flinched and ducked her head.

  “Oh. Lovely, Olivia. So slick and pink and wanting.”

  To her shock, he pulled up a bar stool, settled on it between her thighs, and he feasted.

  At first, with his tongue, she registered warmth. Then, she took in the slightly rough texture of his tongue, and when he licked her folds in one long swipe, she jerked and whined, unable to balance and grip his hair when he pulled her feet up to splay her thighs wide on either side of her hips. His hands kneaded her ass as he pulled her to his mouth, and he dove in, tongue swirling as she whined and tried to find something to grab hold of.

  Pumpkin spice filled her senses, and Dexter gripped her hands, giving her an anchor point as her hips rolled and rocked against Ambrose’s mouth.

  Dexter kissed her softly, and she returned the delicate touch with a frenzy. She moaned, and her tongue licked and danced with Dexter’s in a disorganized panic. Ambrose’s tongue was circling her clit. Slick was coming out of her in rivulets, and he lapped it all up. Dexter took her hands and pinned them over her head while caressing her breasts with his fingers through the fabric of her dress. Her small cries became frantic, and she pulled and twisted under their touch and tongue, and then, she shattered apart into a million bright pieces. She shrieked, and Ambrose kept thrusting his tongue into her, feeling her fluttering spasms inside. He let her go on and on until she lay back with a moan, and Dexter smiled against her lips. The kiss softened, and he took her lower lip between his, plucking it softly as he raised his head. Ambrose kept going until the soft flutters led her to a sob, and after one last kiss and suck to her clit, he lifted his head. He rested his chin on her mound and said, “I could get used to breakfast like that.”

  She was sweaty, gasping, and exposed to the bright light of morning from the waist down. She stared up at the ceiling and shook her head.

  Dexter stroked her cheek. “What are you thinking about?”

  She murmured, “Honestly?”

  All three said, “Yes.”

  She sat up with Dexter’s help. Ambrose’s mouth and cheeks were sti
ll shining, and she stroked his face, wiping herself off. “I am thinking about the nutritional value of slick.”

  They laughed, and she chuckled, trying to close her thighs. Her perfume filled the kitchen.

  Dexter and Argus each leaned in for a lick in turn, and she had her hand over her mouth. On the phone, they had told her they wanted to lick her pussy; she just thought it was something guys said. Apparently, they did it as well.

  Ambrose pulled her toward him, and she landed with a thud on his lap. He murmured, “Do you want more?”

  She blinked and then caught on. She nodded. “Yes.”

  “Then, pick one. It doesn’t matter which. Today is your choice.”

  She looked around and turned to Argus. She held out her arms, and he lifted her up, setting her on her feet. He smiled. “You want to be with me first?”

  “Yes. You, then Dexter, then Ambrose.”

  Ambrose chuckled. “Why me last?”

  “Because you like things to go a certain way, and you have more patience. You can wait.”

  Ambrose chuckled. “True, but I will be thinking of ways to make you regret making me wait, precious.”

  She shivered. “It is a risk I am willing to take.”

  Argus swung her into his arms and carried her to his room.

  His space was blue and brown, with black dotted around the room. His bed was a king, and he set her down next to it while he pulled off his clothing while she scrunched her toes against the thick carpet.

  She looked at his sculpted body and stifled the giggle at his divided tan. He was bronze to the hips and then a pale gold down his legs. His chest was broad and his pecs rock hard, the rippled muscles of his abdomen demanded that she reach for him, and his cock had something at the top, under the band of his knot. She frowned. “What’s that?”

  He chuckled. “It’s the mating spines. They cause inflammation after we withdraw, having the effect of causing your body to tighten and hold in the cum. They have evolved into this form in feline alphas and are usually the first thing we notice when we go through puberty. Mine aren’t very abrasive, but it’s a good thing that Ambrose is going last.”

  She shivered. “Will they hurt?”

  He beckoned her closer. “Touch them. See for yourself.”

  She stepped toward him and reached out, stroking over him with her fingertips. The slightly rough skin was fine if she stroked down his cock, but when she stroked up it, they had some resistance. She looked up at him. “How does it feel to you?”

  He inhaled slowly. “It feels amazing, but you could hit my dick with a brick, and I would think it felt awesome.”

  She chuckled. “That is some biased cognition.”

  His eyes burned with delight. “Those are some fancy words.”

  “I got a hundred percent on my English exams. I know a lot of really fun words.”

  She knelt and stroked him. “Beautiful. Smooth.” She leaned forward and lapped at him. “Salty. Musky.” She licked off a thick pearl of precum. “Creamy.”

  He groaned. “I am supposed to be seducing you.”

  She wrapped her lips around his head and sucked lightly. “You are doing an amazing job. Can’t you tell?”

  Her perfume thickened the air and wrapped around them as she moved her head to take him deeper. Practising on a toy had nothing on sucking him into her mouth and feeling the pulse, tasting the dribble of precum and enjoying the heat as she moved her head. She took him nearly to the band of short spikes, and he stroked her cheek. “Time to stop playing, Olivia.”

  Chapter Ten

  She let him slip from her lips, and she got to her feet. He bent and lifted her dress and slip up and over her head in one move.

  Olivia didn’t cover up. She let him look like he had let her look. When he stroked his hands over her breasts, she exhaled softly, when he wrapped his hands around her waist, she smiled, and when he lifted her and set her on the bed, splaying her thighs wide, she blushed.

  “Aw, Olivia, you are lovely, and your slick shines in the light.”

  She heard the whine from her lips before she could stop herself.

  He grinned. “I am also so happy that you can let yourself react now without injury to yourself.” As he said it, he slid two fingers in, and she arched.

  She wanted to pretend that her body hadn’t been waiting for him, but the light touch going deep made her arch, and she cried out as she came at the careful contact. A surge of slick covered his fingers, and she moaned as she fluttered around him.

  “Beautiful, Olivia. That was lovely.” He slid a third finger into her, which continued the tension and pulses around him. He flexed his hand and widened her. Olivia squeaked.

  Argus bent forward and nuzzled her breasts, sucking one and then the other. She felt like her face was on fire as his fingers were lubed with every thrust. She had learned over the last few weeks that her breasts alone could bring her to orgasm if she was determined.

  He seemed very determined.

  She twisted her hips against him and sobbed. She shook, and her whispered begging came to her ears. “Please, Argus. Please fuck me. I’ll be good, please, please.”

  He murmured against her breasts. “You are very, very good, Olivia. I just want to make sure you remember your first time.”

  “I already will; now, I want it to blur with a thousand other times.”

  He chuckled and moved, so his head was above hers. “A thousand?”

  She stroked his cheek and murmured, “I would have gone for a million, but I didn’t want to pressure you. Please!”

  He nuzzled her neck and murmured, “We have planned out your marks, but today isn’t the day.”

  She was disappointed. “It’s not? Oh.”

  He kissed her. “Soon. Very soon. We just want you to know us without the marks and with the marks, so there is a basis for comparison. We have plans for you.”

  She shivered and whined, her hips rolling against his hand. She gripped his shoulders and stroked her hands over his back. Olly touched warm skin over hard muscle wherever her hands roamed, and as his kisses got intense, she met him stroke for stroke, trying to get him to put her out of her anticipatory misery.

  When he pulled his fingers away, she was on the edge of another wave, and as he looked into her eyes, his cock was nudging at her. She clutched at him, pulling at him, the desperate whine still rolling through her.

  He nuzzled at her neck and murmured, “Olivia.”

  She was arching against him and trying to get him to move inside her. Her body was giving off waves of scent, and she squirmed under him.

  “Olivia.” He kissed her and nipped her lip.

  She blinked and looked into his green eyes. “Argus?”

  He thrust into her, and she gasped, arching, and her release licked through her with lightning in her veins. She opened her mouth in shock as she tightened around the first half of his length but moaned and rocked against him as he went deeper with every slow slide.

  He undulated against her, working into her bit by bit until she could feel the edge of his knot. Argus kissed her, a slow, licking kiss that urged her to lean up and meet him, motion for motion.

  Argus kept her sheltered between his arms as he thrust into her, and her whines and thrusting hips matched him as he kept slow and deliberate moves, drawing out and sliding in.

  The wet sounds between them she had gotten used to, but she was still blushing as she raised her legs and angled her hips to take him deeper.

  She grabbed his head and licked and sucked frantically at his mouth as she got closer. She panted, whined, and finally hid her head against his chest as she shook. He slowed, but he didn’t stop. His hips stroked slowly until her aftershocks had stilled to a light, occasional flutter, and then, he started again, stroking faster, deeper, and bringing her back to her frenzied state.

  She was clinging to him in a hurricane of senses. Her body was hot, wet, aching, and needing more, and she
knew he would give it to her. His thrusts thudded against her, and when she was on the edge again, he locked.

  She whined and twisted, but she was pinned, panting.

  He kept control and rocked against her, moving his hips and stroking her from the inside out. He brought his fingers down and stroked her clit, and she went off, twitching and clutching at him as her body found what it wanted and then demanded more.

  She rolled her hips against him, her eyes narrowing at the tug, and then, she pressed a hand to his chest, focused, and began to contract around his knot with tight pulses.

  Olivia watched, and his eyes went wide, narrowed, and then he rutted against her with hard thrusts that moved her on the bed. She screamed as her concentration shattered and pleasure rushed in. He kept going.

  * * * *

  Dexter listened to the moaning, growling, and screaming coming from upstairs. “How long do you think he is going to take?”

  Ambrose chuckled. “Well, I know that when I have her, it is going to be hours before you see either of us again. When we start doing marks, each of us with have a full evening, with her curling up with her bond mates to sleep.” Ambrose chuckled. “I am the first mark.”

  Dexter looked at his pride mate nervously. “So, I will have an entire night with her?”

  “Until you settle into sleep. Then, I will join you.”

  “Wait, so Argus goes last?”

  Ambrose shrugged. “He chose the most protective marking. He has to wait.”

  “Is that how it works?”

  “You marking her won’t interfere with my mark, nor mine with yours if you take her from behind, but Argus’s is too easy to mess with on the first day. No way to keep it clear.”

  “But... he knew that.”

  Ambrose nodded. “He chose it for its alert value. If anyone grabs her, we are going to know about it.”

  Dexter frowned. “Is that an actual thing?”

  The older alpha sighed and rubbed his neck. “On the black market, an omega like Olivia could bring in millions. Her ability to hide her designation makes her incredibly valuable, and she’s stunning. In the right light, you would mistake her for a supermodel. Well, the right light and if she lets us get her nails done. This year’s award season is going to be a lot of fun.”