No Reservations—Part One Read online

  She panted and leaned back, feeling the slicked erection behind her. Dexter grinned. “That was... you were... I liked that.”

  Something in his words caught her attention, and she blinked. “Dexter, how much sex have you had with other people in the room?”

  Ambrose chuckled.

  Dexter blushed. “Your phone calls were the start of it. I hadn’t found anyone I wanted to be with before.”

  Ambrose smoothed Olivia’s hair, “And Argus was your first so that you and Dexter wouldn’t create a private lock over this. Losing virginity together can get weird if folks have a sentimental nature, and both of you do.”

  Olivia blushed. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “No, but we are in a group, and while it is good to have things that are special, locking the others out is not a good idea, and when we are bonded, you will know how we are feeling, but if you have a private bubble before you start, it might be an issue. Felines do not normally create a pride with only one female, so balancing us will be awkward, even for us.” Ambrose murmured.

  “What?”

  Dexter sighed. “We are jealous and solitary, but we got together because we got along, and then, a female is dropped into our midst, and we go from being a cooperative to a family. It will be an adjustment.”

  She squeezed around him, and she felt him spurt again. He was hotter than she was, and so was his cum.

  “I don’t want to be any trouble.” She whimpered. “The Omega Centre said there were other packs that were looking for an omega, and a few said they would provide me with the therapy and stuff I needed.”

  Both of their hands tightened on her. Ambrose murmured in her ear. “Don’t even joke about it. You are ours, Olivia. This is day one. So far, we are doing well. We have a gym, so we take care of our aggression there. We will never turn it on you.”

  “You get aggressive with each other?”

  Dexter chuckled. “We are cats. Beating the hell out of each other at random is part of our charm.”

  She blinked. “Oh.”

  The knot eased, and the rush made Dexter groan. Ambrose moved swiftly. “And off with you before the cub starts again.”

  The arm around her waist lifted her free.

  Ambrose murmured, “Do you mind if he watches?”

  Olivia blinked. “Um, no?”

  Dexter grinned. “Seriously? Best day for my bed ever.”

  Ambrose smiled. “Excellent. Do you mind if he touches you?”

  “No. It’s fine.” She blushed. “He has clever hands.”

  Dexter beamed, and Ambrose chuckled. “He is going to put that on a needlepoint above his bed.”

  Dexter snorted. “T-shirt at the very least.”

  Ambrose eased her to her belly, and she brought her hands up to clutch the sheets. He stroked her hands. “Relax, Olivia. All you have to do is relax.”

  She tried to relax, but he started purring, and she knew that no big cat should have a purr like that. When he pressed his lips to her neck, she arched into the slight caress. He gnawed gently at the base of her neck and continued the deep purr down her spine.

  His purr felt like fingers moving inside her and hitting her g-spot while fingers drummed along her skin. She moaned, and he spoke to Dexter while the sound of his purr filled her consciousness.

  Dexter moved to her side, and he lay on his stomach to kiss her; she whimpered and clutched at him as slow fire was building inside her. His tongue duelled with hers.

  Ambrose’s voice murmured, “When she tenses, move away.”

  She whined as Dexter leaned back.

  Ambrose’s large hands smoothed over her ass and thighs. “Relax, Olivia. Relax or the touching stops.”

  She focused on relaxing, and it must have worked because he brought his mouth back to her as he kissed his way down the muscles of her shoulder blades to the curve of her hips.

  Ambrose murmured, “I have never seen a female omega with this much muscle. You really did physical activities. Your ass is incredible.”

  She pushed her face into the sheets. The steady rumble of his purr continued, and it was arousing, but it took contact with both of them to make the pitch that took her over.

  He stroked two fingers into her and a third immediately after. “Aw, did the cub’s knot stretch you out?”

  She whined as his deliberate caresses took her higher. He coaxed her knees up so her legs were bent and her ass was lifted for him. She felt him at her entrance, and he thrust inward, and she let out a shuddering groan as she took him in a slow slide that stretched her wide, right to the edge of the knot.

  Olivia could feel the surge of slick around him to ease the fucking that was about to occur.

  Ambrose laughed. “Oh, that is delightful. Good girl, Olivia.”

  She shuddered and kept herself burrowed in the sheets. He lay over her from butt to shoulders, wrapping around her. “No embarrassment in this; you are wonderfully responsive to us, Olivia.”

  She shook her head and turned to say. “Not embarrassed. I don’t know what to do.”

  “Aw, honey.” Ambrose chuckled. “That will be remedied with practice, and we are going to practice a lot. Every chance we get.”

  She shuddered.

  “As for what happens next, it starts with this.” He pulled out and then thrust in hard and fast. His thighs slapped into hers, and his knot nudged her clit. He got into a heavy rhythm, and she moaned, groaned, and her hips rocked to take him deep.

  “That’s my girl. Then comes this.” His hips rocked forward, and she cried out as his knot pushed into her and locked.

  She whined and panted. He reached under her and cupped her breasts, kneading the mounds and flicking her nipples.

  She squirmed in his grip, and he started the rocking rut that took him to the end of her and pulled at her entry point. She whined and arched her head, rubbing it along his while he pumped into her and made a chuffing exhalation. He nodded to Dexter, and she yelped when warm fingers moved around her clit, and she started to shake as Ambrose took her to the edge of release. She whined again, confused and unsure. It was too much, too intense, and then, her control shattered with her scream.

  Her body went limp around Ambrose, and he roared; there was no other word for it. He slowly came down on top of her, and he licked at her neck and ear. When he reached her cheek, he paused. “Olivia, are you crying?”

  She ducked her head and kept her face down. She didn’t answer. Not answering wasn’t a lie.

  Ambrose was still stuck, so he bent down and said, “Soon, you will be our bonded mate, and you can feel what we feel, and we can feel what you feel. You panicked a little? Scared? Nothing to hold on to?”

  She nodded.

  He sighed. “Well, you have had all of us now, so you know how we smell, taste, and feel.”

  She peeped at him through her hair.

  “Nothing to be afraid of. We are all here for you.”

  She nodded.

  He was able to ease out of her a few minutes later, and she closed her legs as he stroked her back.

  She whispered, “Can I go now?”

  Ambrose looked at her, and a frown formed between his brows. “Yes, of course.”

  She moved on shaking legs, grabbed her slip, and she ran back to her room, grabbing a pillow and a blanket and heading into the darkest corner of her closet.

  She wailed into the pillow and panicked and dealt with the new instinct that had just unfolded. She felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. They were going to wait to bond to her. She was going to be catatonic by then.

  * * * *

  Argus checked the nest cam, and he frowned. “Ambrose, I thought you said she went to her room.”

  Ambrose had a pair of shorts on. “She did.”

  “Was there something wrong?”

  “Well, she was panicked and was crying when we finished. She didn’t feel like there was a connection.”

  Argu
s thought back to those pamphlets they had gotten from the Omega Centre. He dug them out of his bookshelf, and he found the one he was looking for that involved bonding. “Aw, shit.”

  He slammed the pamphlet into Ambrose’s hands as he headed upstairs, and then, he heard behind him, “Dexter, Olivia’s room. Now.”

  Argus got to her room, saw the cum-stained slip huddled on the floor, and followed their scents to the closet. Their scents. Hers had disappeared.

  He opened the closet and looked around before he saw a small foot poking out of a rack of dresses.

  “Olivia?”

  The foot jerked into the shadows.

  He crouched nearby and said, “Olivia, we forgot something important. You need one of us to bond you today. We won’t have sex again today if you don’t want us to, but one of us needs to anchor you to us, or your instincts will tell you that you don’t belong. Nothing could be further from the truth. Just tell us which mark you want, and we will give it to you.”

  He saw a grey eye in the darkness.

  The whispered word caught him by surprise. “Ambrose.”

  Argus blinked, and the other two were surprised. “What? Why?”

  Her hoarse voice whispered, “He pushes me, so he needs to know when he went too far. I need the bond so I can punch him in the nuts... so to speak.”

  Argus blinked and chuckled. “Yes, Ma’am. Ambrose it is.”

  Ambrose chuckled. “I confess I hadn’t thought of that aspect. If anyone could deliberately lash out through the link, it would be you, Olivia.”

  The grey eye crinkled in a smile. Ambrose reached out, and she pulled him forward. “In here.”

  He chuckled. “Can we compromise, and I will bond you in your nest?”

  She paused and then nodded. “Okay.”

  He got up and pulled her out of the shadows, and her skin was shining with sweat and oils from the morning’s activities.

  Argus watched as they left the closet, and he exhaled in relief. He was disappointed that he wasn’t first, but she had chosen based on logic and need. If she was asserting herself, it was an excellent start. They were all single-minded in this pride; she needed to know she had the right and responsibility to demand what she needed.

  Argus patted a bemused Dexter, and they headed for the door. “Stay!”

  She was settling in her pillows, her body still gloriously naked. “I want you two to stay.”

  Ambrose sighed. “I thought bonding was private.”

  She looked at him with narrowed eyes. “You had your chance to bond me in private. You wanted to play with Dexter.”

  Dexter grinned, and Argus raised his brows, then laughed. Well, it looked like Dexter’s family was worried about fascination with the wrong pride mate.

  Ambrose sighed. “I can’t do this without touching you, Olivia.”

  She nodded. “That’s fine.”

  Dexter’s face lit up. “Group hug.”

  Ambrose looked up, and Dexter started purring. Ambrose’s eyes lit up.

  Ambrose took Olivia’s hand and got her to her feet.

  Dexter leaned toward Argus. “When she is between us, purr like you are trying to make her tits jiggle. She really likes it.”

  Argus was skeptical, but when a bemused Olivia stood between them, the guys crowded her toward him, and the purring started. He started his up, looking at her, and as the vibrations increased in pitch and tempo, her pupils widened until they were blown, she was gasping, and as he reached down to cup her sex, she cried out, and her knees buckled. He caught her and looked at the other two. From zero to orgasm around his fingertips... twenty seconds. They were all covered in peach perfume as well.

  She blinked. “Oh, for the love of Pete.”

  Dexter laughed. “Argus, with you here, it worked even better.”

  Ambrose chuckled. “Oh, yeah, Group hug is definitely a pride thing.”

  Olivia mumbled against Argus’s shoulder. “Fucking hell.”

  “After agreeing to go find you, this is the first thing we have done together.” He stroked a hand down her back. “Let’s try that again. Knowing the outcome, I thought we could beat our previous time.”

  Ambrose grinned. “I am in.”

  Dexter nodded. “Me too.”

  Olivia yelped, “Wait... hey... come on... aahhh!”

  Argus started to purr with two fingers curved inside her. The other two joined in, and they turned up the vibration.

  Fifteen seconds later, she had thickened the air with her scent. They had found the key to unlocking their princess... it was a group effort and a sound no beta or other alphas could make. Nothing purred like felines.

  * * * *

  Olivia slumped in their arms. They carried her to her nest, and she settled her dazed self in the pillows. Ambrose rested across her back as she floated in her warm haze. He pressed soft kisses across her shoulders and the base of her neck.

  She shivered and squirmed against the soft, wet caresses. When he licked the base of her neck, she slumped with her eyes half shut. The bite that came a second later was followed by a purr that rendered her boneless. Her soul was pulled, thinned, and connected. She felt a wave of lust and heavy satisfaction that she couldn’t figure out the motivation for. Ambrose let her go and licked the punctures.

  There was smugness in the thread that bound her now. She fed irritation, and Ambrose chuckled. His licking was slow and thorough.

  Argus asked, “Did it work?”

  Ambrose nodded. “Yup. She is irritated with me. I get the feeling it will be a fairly constant state.”

  She hmphed. “He is really smug.”

  She could feel his smile, and he kept licking, his slightly abrasive tongue encouraging her body to heal the bite. Slick was forming and emerging as she took in his scent. The cinnamon bun-vanilla was surrounding her, and she remained relaxed in his embrace. He started to move his hands over her and nuzzled at her neck. The lust she noticed earlier was banked, but when he kissed her, it flared on her end of the connection as well.

  Her pussy throbbed, which was normal, considering her activities that day. Ambrose turned her and came down on top of her with a thigh between hers. He cupped the back of her neck, and she gasped at the sensation. She knew what this was. This was a cheat code. She whimpered and twisted against him while he sucked hard at her nipples and squeezed her breasts. She arched as the wet suction threatened to pull another orgasm out of her. She threaded her fingers through his hair, and he purred again. She shrieked as his fingers slipped and slid around her sex, caressing her clit and delving inside her.

  Wet. Hot... omygodwhatishetouchingnow? She came hard and clenched around the fingers that had been rubbing a spot inside her.

  His pleased surprise was ringing in her mind, and smugness came immediately after, followed by a roar of lust as he tackled her to the soft bedding, and he thrust into her.

  She came again when he bottomed out, and it continued when his thrusts lodged his knot and locked them together. Her feeling of being swelled, overfull, and aching for more ran through their link. His knot throbbed, his cock jerked, and she felt how tight she was around him and felt every time she squeezed.

  He gasped and pressed his forehead to hers. “You... Precious...” He moaned and kissed her. He wrapped a hand behind her, and her new bond mark set her nerves to zinging.

  The panic that had filled her during her first encounters was gone. Ambrose was her sex-obsessed anchor. She arched against him as waves of pleasure broke through her again.

  She was feeling something she hadn’t felt yet. Fatigue.

  “Aw, precious, just wait. You are almost done with me.”

  She looked up into his dark amber eyes. “I am just getting started.” She leaned up and licked his jaw. Her hips rolled, and his eyes widened as she massaged his knot, and he groaned, and she felt the hot jets inside her again.

  She purred at him and stroked his hair. “Good kitty.”


  He burst out laughing, and they giggled together as he slowly released from her, and he slid out. She stretched and smelled popcorn.

  Argus and Dexter were sitting in the corner of her nest... and they were sharing a bucket of popcorn.

  She looked at them and burst out laughing. They grinned, unrepentant. Ambrose kissed her shoulder and licked the mark again.

  He held her close. “We are going to nap for a bit. She’s already started healing, so give her about twelve hours, and she can pick the next bond.”

  She chuckled. “Argus.”

  Dexter sighed. “Aw...”

  Ambrose murmured, “After experiencing this with her, she’s not wrong. We are going to need to hold you down, Dexter, or you are going to pounce on her.”

  Argus grinned, and he set his watch. “Twelve hours, and you are mine, kitten.”

  She shivered and whined, reaching for him.

  Ambrose pulled her back into his arms. “Maybe you should take the viewing party outside. I don’t want her crawling over Argus and trying to force a bite. Trust me on this... she can do it.”

  She purred and snuggled back against Ambrose. “Twelve hours of freedom, Argus. You might want to do some light stretching.”

  Ambrose laughed and covered her mouth with his hand. “Ignore her. She’s high. You will figure that out as well.”

  The guys escaped, and Olivia was pulled into a nap with her first alpha. She snuggled against Ambrose, wished wistfully it had been Argus but knew that it had to be Ambrose. He had control, and she liked control, so their controls now meshed together.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Olivia was warm, comfortable, sweaty, and she smelled cinnamon buns. She looked at Ambrose, and he kissed her softly. “Good afternoon, Olly.”

  She wiggled happily at the name she liked. Then, she paused and sighed. “Did I just wiggle?”

  He chuckled. “You did. Don’t worry. Omegas are supposed to be bundles of excited emotion. It is part of your attraction.”

  She stroked the thick column of his neck. “So, what was my initial attraction?”