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"I'd be more than happy to show you how to meditate," he says, turning his face towards the sun, his sharp jawline casting a dark shadow across his neck. "It's simple enough: empty your mind and let your thoughts pass. Observe each thought instead of attaching to it."
I wait for something else. "And?"
"That's it. That's meditating."
He places his palms on his knees, closes his eyes, and falls silent.
It takes me a while to realize that I'm expected to do the same. Being next to Everett is a complete one-eighty after being with Adar. I suppose that makes sense: fire and water are opposite elements, after all. The silence takes a bit to get used to, but the pounding in my head is thankful for it all the same.
The first thing I think about is my own comfort. I wriggle around in the dirt until I find a position that doesn't make my feet fall asleep. Then I close my eyes, sync my breathing with Everett's slow breaths, and let my thoughts wander.
I find myself drifting back to last night in the quarry. It was hot, passionate, and overwhelming to be with Adar sexually. Knowing that it could lead to something more is as comforting as it is overwhelming and frightening. My life has changed so much in so little time, and it's heady and freeing.
His mouth on me was intoxicating. I feel lucky to have gone head-first into sex with first one, now two men who want to go down on me. Based on some of the things I've heard from girls my own age, not everyone is so lucky.
But I can't stop thinking about his knot. He said it would get bigger if it was inside me. I'm not sure how that's even possible, but he seemed certain that it wasn't at its full size.
When I think of how it felt to have him in me, his cock hard as it filled me up, I can imagine how my body would stretch to accommodate a knot. I didn't think he would fit inside me at all until he slid in. And the barbs on the shaft of his penis, which seems so intimidating, were like pinpricks of sensation inside me. My body responded to them, growing slick and soft, opening up to let more of him in.
Maybe that's part of what the barbs are for. They must prime the omega for the knot. If I let Adar do it again... or maybe one of the other gods...
"Your mind is wandering a little bit too far off track, sweet Rina," Everett says, his voice jerking me back to the lake, the shore, and meditating. "Try to stay mindful and in the present moment."
I realize with a start that I can smell my perfume in the air. His eyes are soft on me as I look over at him, cheeks burning. I wonder if he can smell my arousal, then realize that of course he can, since I can.
It's not the only smell in the air.
His is there as well, sea salt and rosemary, quiet at first like the sea, then overpowering with time.
And as I bring my eyes down to his crotch, I can see that he's aroused, too.
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"Arousal happens when you meditate, as you've noticed," Everett says, motioning towards the bulge between his legs like it's nothing. "Your perfume would make any alpha stand rigid. That doesn't mean that I stop meditating to dwell on it."
I swallow, wriggling in my seat. "Okay then. I'll just... meditate."
As I force my errant mind back to meditating quietly, Everett comments, "It's normal for an omega, especially one who's newly awakened, to have a hair trigger arousal system."
"Is that what this is?" I rock back and forth, trying to make my cross-legged position feel less... sexually open. "I'm so embarrassed. Only teenage boys must feel this way."
"You have nothing to be embarrassed of."
"Okay. Then.... what do I do about it?"
He seems so wise, like he would know. Something about him makes me want to open up. Maybe it's his silence, or his steadiness, or maybe it's just that out of all the gods, he seems to be the most even-keeled.
Casting my eyes down to his crotch, I add, "What do you do about it?"
"We can stop trying to meditate now."
Sighing in relief, I turn to face him, and he faces me in turn. His arousal is still there, pressing against his briefs, just beneath the open robe. I have to force my eyes away from it as he speaks.
"There's nothing you need to do about your arousal. If you want it to affect you less, just let your thoughts come and go without dwelling on them."
"That's... it?"
"That's part of it," he says with a soft smile, and I wonder if this is the first or fifth time I've unintentionally interrupted him. "When you feel aroused, you can act on it, by yourself or with someone. Or you can observe your arousal, take note of it, and let it pass."
He makes it sound so simple.
Licking my lips, I confess, "It doesn't feel like the kind of thing that will just pass. It's like no arousal I've ever felt before."
"What was it like before?"
"I used to only ever get aroused in dreams," I tell him, not meeting his eyes so he won't know it was him I was dreaming about. "When I woke up and tried to catch the moment, it was fleeting. Like it went away as soon as it came."
"And now?"
"Now it's like a wildfire." Looking up into his eyes, I relax a little at the calm I see there. "Before last night with Adar, and yesterday with Thale, I'd had a handful of orgasms. I don't know how to get myself off or what it would look like. Now I've had almost as many orgasms in one day as I'd had my whole life."
I don't mention the shower head. I've done that so many times, but it never got me off like that before. It just felt good and then... passed.
But when I pictured myself with one of the gods, it was easy to imagine climbing Everett and drawing his cock inside me. He'd be patient and gentle. He would let me take my time, even if that meant hours of foreplay.
Even now, as I tell him about my sex dreams and orgasms, I don't feel any pressure from him to go further. That's what makes it so easy to relax around him—and why he turns me on so much.
Everett turns his quiet, yet intense, gaze to mine. "The problem is that you've been trying to catch the moment, instead of letting it come and go as it pleases. An orgasm is a pleasurable destination, but there's beauty in the destination as well. Trying to force yourself to come will just result in more anxiety. It's better to just let your body go where it wants to go, instead of grabbing onto fleeting moments."
Biting my lower lip, I tell him, "They aren't so fleeting now. Does that mean that I should back off from them? Or should I just..."
I trail off, looking out at the lake as I imagine what it would be like to touch myself every time I'm aroused now. I'd never do anything else.
"There are ways to satisfy an omega that last for days, even weeks at a time," Everett tells me, his gaze growing more intense. "I can show you, if you'd wish."
"Thale and Adar already did, unless you mean something else." I push my hair back behind my ears, shivering a little as I touch the bare skin where the undercut now is. "It felt amazing, coming on their tongues. And... Adar..."
"He penetrated you," Everett says huskily, and I feel the water of the lake lap at my bare toes. "I know that much, Sweet Thing, and I know that he came inside you."
I catch another whiff of my perfume in the air. "He did. But he didn't knot me—and we didn't bite each other. That would make us mates, wouldn't it?"
"It would." Reaching out, he takes my left hand and turns it palm up, tracing the lines there with his fingers. "That's neither here nor there, Sweet Rina. Here, now, you're aroused. And you will be again, and again, many times over, until you're satisfied."
"And you can satisfy me?" He nods. "How?"
A slow, soft smile spreads across his lips, and I begin to feel that I've been caught in the wave's undertow. "By giving you what your omega heart truly desires: my knot."
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Iwant it.
That's the ache that grows inside me at his words. Just like last night, as I clawed and begged and writhed beneath Adar, I'm faced with an alpha, and I want his knot.
It takes everything inside me not to tear my clothes off, climb into his lap, and pull his cock inside me right now. I would do it, I think, if it weren't for the fact that he's still talking.
"We agreed, the four of us, that we wouldn't mate or knot you without speaking to each other. But Adar has already pushed up against that boundary, and made you a promise he can't keep."
Everett's voice is even-toned, but his dark brows draw together, and I sense that he's more than a little annoyed.
"So I won't bite you, or have you bite me. That would finish the claim. I won't even finish in you until you go into heat. I'll just give you my knot so your body can relax."
Frowning, I recall all I've learned so far, and come up with a few objections. "Thale said it hurts for an omega to take a knot unless she's in heat. And Adar says that it tears the omega open if they rip it out too soon."
"It does—and an alpha's knot doesn't go down for hours, once they're tied inside an omega and start to come. Which is why I wouldn't come inside you," he tells me, tracing a line up my wrist until I shiver. "Instead, I'll just wait for the knot to subside."
"Alphas can do that?"
Everett snorts. "I can do that. Other alphas—they think with their knot first, their dick second, and their actual brain third. But it's not that hard to become engorged and let it go."
"How do you know?"
"Because I've had other omegas." A torrent of jealousy consumes me at his words. It's all I can do not to scream, scratch, bite, and kick.
As if sensing it, Everett adds quietly, "I've never tied an omega, or mated one. But my ability was useful to other alphas. Sometimes they needed an omega to calm down because they were... tied up. So they called on me to give their mates a knot that didn't jeopardize their claim."
I swallow. "Tied up as in tied inside other omegas?"
"Yes."
"How many omegas did most alphas have?" A pit of anxiety forms in my stomach. "One? Two? Four, or a dozen?"
The ghost of a smile crosses Everett's face. "Most had none, or one, only to lose her. Some lucky few built up small harems, but they were almost always killed by rival alphas before they got the chance to live to old age."
"That sounds awful," I confess.
A shadow passes across his eyes. "It wasn't an easy time. I'm glad that things changed, even though I dearly wish I could go back and tie an omega, if given the chance."
"Why didn't you tie an omega?"
"Because I was afraid," he confesses, reaching out to put his hands on my waist. He pulls me into his lap and against his chest, lighting the fire in my belly once more. "I thought that if I tied an omega, I would lose her. To violence, to another alpha, to our world. Now, though, I'm not afraid. Not even a little bit."
Whining, I tilt my chin up, and he nibbles at my lips. Parting my legs, I wrap them around his waist, the white robe shoving up between us. I can feel the heavy weight of his erection through the thin briefs he's wearing, his body warm against mine and promising sweet relief.
A torrent of insatiable desire has been growing inside me ever since the night I summoned the gods. Even before then, if I'm being honest, when I slept at night and dreamed of them. Now that they're here in front of me, I find them irresistible.
Thankfully that feeling seems to be shared. Reaching up, Everett tugs my shirt above my head and tosses it to the ground. I'm not wearing a bra underneath it, and he moans as he puts his hands on my breasts. Shivers of pleasure go through me at his touch—my nipples are high and peaked, my breasts so tender that I couldn't even fit in my biggest bra cup this morning. The touch of his hands, massaging and holding them, is sweet relief.
"You're going to go into heat sooner rather than later if you aren't satisfied," he says, sucking a greedy kiss into the side of my neck. "I can tell by the way you're perfuming, and by how sensitive and heavy your breasts are."
Moaning, I press against his hands and rock my hips on his crotch, rubbing his fabric-encased arousal against my body. "Satisfy me, then, my god."
A growl leaves Everett's mouth. He brings a possessive hand down to my waist and digs his fingers in.
"I love it when you call me that." Pressing his hands down beneath my waistband, he tugs my shorts and panties down until they rest beneath my ass cheeks. "Let's get a little privacy going here. This might take a few hours."
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Before I can ask him what he means by a few hours, he releases me and raises his hands above his head. The lake waters surge towards his touch, wind around us, and form an impenetrable wall that hardens slowly into thick ice.
One tendril of water, still warm from the sun, winds around my body to caress me. Everett watches with heavy-lidded eyes, crooking his fingers so that the water grabs for my clothes and tears them gently off—then deposits them beside him.
Disrobing fluidly, he has the water tug his briefs off, standing as it grabs for them. His cock springs out at my eye level, achingly hard, veins pulsing against its length.
And the knot... the knot is so big that it makes my mouth water and my thighs tremble in anticipation. It's far larger than what Thale and Adar showed me. His cock is bigger too, its shaft long and slightly curved, resting in a thatch of thick dark pubic hair.
Leaning forward, I flick my eyes up to his as I reach for it with one hand. "Can I...?"
"Do whatever you'd like to it, Sweet Thing," Everett says, his voice even and calm. "I won't thrust unless you want me to."
That makes it easier to reach for it and carefully lick the underneath. Experimentally, I tongue the slit and kiss at the foreskin, which is pulled back from the glistening head. He doesn't react at all to my touch, except to gasp and sigh, his thighs locked in place.
Other men—the boys my age, that is—would grab my hair or push their dick inside my mouth. I've heard the girls talk about it, rolling their eyes or complaining. One said her intended used to try to seduce her by flopping his penis out of his boxers and pouting for a blowjob.
Everett is nothing like those boys. He lets me explore his cock slowly, without any rush. When I pop the head into my mouth and suck experimentally, he merely murmurs, "That feels nice, Sweet Thing. You're such a good, good girl."
I like hearing that—his praise, his nickname for me. So I pop the head out, lick my hand, and stroke it up and down against my mouth as I suck on him. He seems to like this, if the tightening of his abdomen and quickening of his breath is any indication.
His taste is fresh and light on my tongue, like gentle herbs and spring water. As I suck on him, I smell my perfume in the air, and reach between my legs to find that my slick is wet, my folds aching. My entrance greedily sucks at my finger as I slide it in, the fiery warmth of Adar's cum not nearly enough to satisfy it. I feel like I'll never be satisfied now that my omega nature has woken.
Wanting more, I draw Everett into my mouth and slide my hand up and down his shaft faster and tighter. I suck hard, the taste of his precum filling my mouth, his barbs prickling at my tongue. Moans slip out of me as I press two, then three fingers inside my entrance, pushing up on my thighs so I can rock against them.
"Hold on there, Sweetness." Reaching out, Everett gently pushes my mouth off his cock. "We're here to satisfy you, not me. That means my knot goes inside you without my cum."
Licking my lips, I sigh as I take my hand off his gorgeous shaft, the knot at its base glistening with my spit. "How, though? How will it go inside me? It's... so big. And I'm not in heat."
"Let me show you, since that'll be easier than telling you." Kneeling in front of me, he grabs me by the waist and turns me around. I gasp as he slides me into his lap so I'm straddling his legs. "You see, some things are easier when the body wants them hard enough. By the time I'm done with you, your body will crave the knot so desperately that it'll slide in like it's nothing at all."
As he tells me this, he slides his hands up my thighs to spread them and rocks his cock between my folds. I moan, my slick sliding up and down his shaft, which is already lubed up with spit and precum. Looking down between my thighs, I gasp at the sight of his big, thick dick sliding back and forth without even dipping inside me.
Everett's thighs are muscular and hard beneath me, his legs so large that I have to push up on my heels to ride him. Leaning back, he slides a hand around my waist to support me. I reach down to grab his shaft and rub myself against it, my clit twitching at the touch of him, my entrance hungry for him.
He reaches down his free hand and starts to rub circles around my folds and entrance. His thumb comes near my clit without touching it, teasing and indirect. I gasp, slanting my hips towards his touch.
Wordlessly, he grabs my hands, tugs my arms behind my waist, and nips at my neck. I get the message: no touching.
His grasp on my wrists is firm but gentle, his huge hand circling both of them effortlessly. My eyes slide closed as I let my weight fall forward. He supports me with his other hand, reaching between my thighs and pressing his fingers against my folds until they twitch.
Whines and whimpers start to leave my lips. Everett pulls my wrists down and purrs against me, his chest against my back. I press my thighs against his cock, wanting more pressure, more friction.
He gives me more, just enough touch that I feel close—then he pulls away. His fingers dip between my folds and play with my slick. I moan, desperate for an orgasm, and he teases me again. And again. And again...
The ebb and flow of his touch on me is scintillating; he takes his time, spending long minutes just slowly teasing me and working me up, avoiding any directly pressure to my clit.
After what feels like an eternity, he asks me, "Do you want to come, Sweet Thing?"
"Yes," I answer breathlessly, my chest heaving, sweat dripping down my back. My breasts are aching and tender, my nipples peaked. I wouldn't even care if the ice wall around us melted—let the whole pack see me beg. "Please, please let me come. My god. My alpha."
