through their eyes (part 2, mira) (Patreon)

So the polytrix omegaverse fic is becoming a three parter, one from each POV. Second chap is Mira! Enjoy. <3 Another image for this chapter will come soon from Rach, and the third chapter from Zoey's POV will come out next month!*****

Mira’s heart pounds as she carries Rumi across the living room. It feels so good to hold a happy, contented omega all bundled up in her arms. Rumi smells like sex, undercut with her own smoky-sweet scent. Her golden patterns shimmer faintly in the low light and her gentle purr thrums against Mira’s chest.

The sensations spark longing in Mira’s lower belly. She wants nothing more than to throw Rumi down and devour her—

No. When we get there, keep it slow. Be gentle.

The alpha instinct to rut is almost an addiction, overwhelming and irresistible. For an inexperienced omega like Rumi, she could easily become too much. Mira promises herself she won’t get carried away. She manages with Zoey, after all…

Zoey slips by to open the bedroom door. As Mira carries Rumi across the threshold, she catches Zoey smirking at them. Her brown eyes are bright with desire and her scent clings everywhere, sweet and sticky like spun sugar. Absolutely decadent.

Mira’s cock stirs between her legs. The smell of Zoey’s desire mingling with Rumi’s only makes her hungrier. If Rumi tests her restraint too much, maybe she can work out some of her frustrations with Zoey. She knows Zoey can handle rougher play.

Not too rough, though. She has to keep the animal caged, even with Zoey. Most omegas love a hint of danger and possessiveness in their alphas, but Mira doubts any omega can handle her at her hungriest.

As Mira carries Rumi to bed, Zoey gropes her ass. A growl catches in her throat. Of course Zoey wants to play with her today, when she’s already frayed. She shoots a warning look over her shoulder. “Don’t tease unless you want to pay the price.” 

Zoey’s smirk softens into a grin. “You love it.”

Mira rolls her eyes. That’s true, if annoying to admit. She enjoys Zoey’s teasing, even when it pushes her limits. And those limits have already worn thin if something as simple as Zoey grabbing her ass is enough to test her patience.

“At least let me put her down first.” She turns away from Zoey and lowers Rumi onto the bed.

Rumi’s arms wind around her neck. “No,” she murmurs, nuzzling Mira’s shoulder. “Stay.”

Heat blooms in Mira’s belly. She’s already hard again, stiff and sensitive against the open air. 

“Aw, Rumi. We’re not going anywhere.” Zoey steps up behind Mira and reaches for her cock. She gives it a slow, teasing stroke that makes wetness well at the tip.

Mira barely catches her groan behind gritted teeth. Calm down. It’s just Zoey being Zoey. Focus on Rumi.

“Need a cuddle break before round two?” she asks Rumi, struggling to ignore Zoey’s wandering hand. “I was pretty rough with you before.”

Rumi’s warm lips find Mira’s throat, kissing a spot where her heartbeat drums beneath the skin. She grazes the raised patch of Mira’s scent gland with the edges of her teeth.

“We’ll cuddle later. Be rough with me again.”

This time, Mira can’t bite back her moan. She pulses in Zoey’s palm as warmth drips from the tip of her cock.

Zoey smears it around the swollen head, sweeping her thumb in slow circles. “You want her again, don’t you?” She licks a hot stripe along the back of Mira’s shoulder. “I don’t mind waiting, but after you have her, you’d better rut me until you’re spent.”

Rut. Yes. 

The thought pounds in Mira’s brain as well as her cock. She needs to rut. To be inside. To knot, and tie, and spill inside an omega. Inside Rumi and Zoey. 

Quivering, she pushes Zoey’s hand away and climbs onto the bed, bracing on her elbows over Rumi. Rumi’s soft hands glide down her back, then grip her ass. Her legs fall open and her smell grows stronger.

It takes every bit of restraint Mira has to be gentle as she runs her hands along Rumi’s thighs. Her instincts tell her to grip them, claw them, line herself up and sink into bliss.

Slow down. Not too fast. Not too rough.

She takes the time to play first, rubbing her thumb over Rumi’s clit and sinking two fingers inside. The sweet sighs Rumi rewards her with are almost worth the delay.

The mattress dips as Zoey climbs into bed with them, kneeling by Rumi’s head. “Can I kiss her and play with her tits while you fuck her?” she asks Mira, her lower lip poking out in a pleading pout. “Pleeease?”

Mira bites down on her tongue. The mental image of Zoey and Rumi entwined, fully enjoying each other, might be her downfall, but it’s too good to resist. She peels herself away, shifting back onto her knees so Zoey can snuggle in behind Rumi.

Rumi melts into Zoey’s embrace, catching her lips and kissing her deeply. Zoey gives an airy gasp, followed by a low moan of pleasure. Mira’s scent gland begins to burn and itch, begging for pressure. Zoey and Rumi really are beautiful together.

They deserve the best alpha to take care of them—and I refuse to fuck it up by being selfish.

Carefully, Mira runs her hands over Rumi’s thighs, her hips, her belly. She traces the glowing patterns, wondering at the way they shimmer between silver and gold. She wants to drink in every inch of Rumi’s skin with her palms and lips, but her cock is full and aching, demanding more.

As Zoey bites Rumi’s lip and kneads her breasts, Mira aligns their hips. She trembles as the tip of her cock grazes Rumi’s wetness, slipping all too easily toward her entrance. She pushes in, groaning as the heat swallows her shaft. It’s like velvet fire all around her, pulling her deeper.

The first inch is easy, but when she tries to thrust, she meets resistance. Rumi is really fucking tight—and it’s hard enough to fit in Zoey. Even though she wants nothing more than to seize Rumi’s hips and thrust to the hilt, Mira keeps her grip light and the pressure steady.

Gradually, with the measured rocking of her hips, Mira works another inch inside. Then two. With a deep sigh from both her and Rumi, she finally slides home. Her lashes flutter, fire spreading across her skin as Rumi clenches around her, molding to her shape.

“Wow,” Zoey whispers in a breathless voice. She’s staring at where their bodies are joined with an expression of awe.

Mira looks down, too. She’s inside Rumi, all the way in, and it’s beautiful. The plump pink lips of Rumi’s pussy are stretched wide to take her, wrapped so prettily around her cock that it makes her mouth go dry.

Rumi’s amber eyes go wide and desperate. “Please, Mira, move.”

The note of longing in Rumi’s voice tugs at Mira’s heart. She rolls her hips, trying to ignore how good Rumi’s soft, warm walls feel clinging to her cock. If she focuses on the sensation, she’ll lose control. And that can’t happen.

All her life, she’s been told she’s too wild. Too aggressive. Maybe it’s because she’s a female alpha, a rarity that people can’t quite pin down with stereotypes. But she wants to give Rumi gentleness. Zoey, too. She just hopes she can hold on.

Zoey isn’t helping at all, the way she tugs and twists Rumi’s nipples to make her whine. She stops sucking Rumi’s neck, and Mira’s heart kick against her ribs as she sees the reddish-pink mark that Zoey has left on Rumi’s skin.

“Don’t mark her up,” Mira says, aiming a warning look at Zoey. “It’s rude.”

Zoey licks the bite-mark she’s left—slowly, taking her time, making a show of it. “She likes it. Right, Rumi?”

Rumi shudders, squeezing even tighter around Mira’s cock. “Yes,” she groans, burying her face in Zoey’s shoulder.

“Unless,” Zoey says, in a teasing, sing-song kind of way, “you’re jealous, Mira.”

Mira’s fingers twitch around Rumi’s hips. She is jealous. She wants to mark both of them. Bite them. Claim them. She takes a calm, measured breath. In, out. Keep your shit together. Don’t be such an animal about it.

Once she feels in control, she lifts Rumi’s heels onto her shoulders.

Rumi’s eyes widen, then roll back in bliss. “Oh, fuck. That’s deep…”

Mira feels the glow of pride. It takes a lot to get Rumi to swear. She’s always been the princess type, the type that tries to look and act perfect every minute of every day. And there’s something so fucking sexy about tearing down that fake image to witness the real Rumi, a dripping wet omega who’s desperate to get fucked.

She jogs her hips with short, hard thrusts, angling her cock so the base hits Rumi’s clit and the head rubs against Rumi’s sensitive front wall. Soon, Rumi’s moaning and writhing beneath her, with broken cries more beautiful than any music. 

Zoey brushes her hair aside with gentle fingers and kisses her flushed pink cheek. “That’s it. She feels good, right? Really big, but just right. I swear, sometimes I think I’m addicted to her dick.”

Mira’s face burns. She can flaunt right alongside the rich and famous, be the life of any party, but she mentally prepares to play that role. She isn’t used to being complimented out of the blue. But praise is praise, and she’s always hungry for it.

“Addicted is an understatement,” she says, slowing her pace just enough to make Rumi whimper and squirm. “I can barely keep you off me. Are you sure you’re ready to share?”

“Only with Rumi.” Zoey bends forward, whispering against Rumi’s ear. Her voice is soft, but Mira hears every word. “Just wait until she knots you. It hurts so good you’ll come without even trying.”

Rumi pins Mira with a sharp, pleading stare. “Mira,” she says. Her full red lips tremble. “Stop teasing and take me. I can handle it.”

Mira tightens her hold on Rumi’s thighs and thrusts harder. A tiny part of her brain warns her not to go too far, but she’s wrapped up in Rumi’s and Zoey’s mingled scents. She ruts faster, deeper, until sweat drips from skin and the muscles in her core start to burn.

So hot. Tight. Mine…

Her teeth clip empty air. They itch with the urge to bite, to sink into Rumi’s soft flesh. Instead, she watches with envy as Zoey sucks Rumi’s neck, leaving a trail of light bruises down to her shoulder. She locks eyes with Mira the whole time, almost like a challenge.

Mira’s thrusts falter. Slow down. Be gentle…

Rumi cries out. Her inner walls ripple, and an answering cry breaks in Mira’s chest as Rumi’s warmth and wetness spill around her. Rumi’s coming for her, milking the entire length of her cock with deep, rhythmic pulls.

It’s all Mira can do not to come. Her knot swells, full and aching, and a second heartbeat pounds within, urging her to sink deeper. She freezes, quivering, as she fights the impulse to push in. The slippery heat of Rumi’s come running all over it only makes things more dangerous.

Rumi. Mine. No…

She clenches her jaw and holds firm, rubbing the bulge of her knot deliberately into Rumi’s clit. That earns a strangled sob and another gush of wetness as Rumi falls apart, melting into a puddle on the mattress. A dopey grin spreads across her face, and for a moment, Mira is satisfied with that. Proud, even.

Fuck. She’d look so pretty around my knot…stretched wide like that…belly swollen…

The fantasy is so sharp and clear it hurts. It would be so easy to push inside and fill Rumi up. To claim her. She’s already given in and knotted Rumi once. But that was before. Now, she isn’t sure she can control it. She won’t just knot. She’ll pin Rumi down, claim her neck in a mating bite, and rut her until she’s broken.

A cold, clammy feeling replaces the warm glow of pride. She can’t do that to Rumi. She needs to pull out, get off, to do literally anything else. Withdrawing from Rumi’s pussy is pure torture, but she manages—if barely.

“Take over, Zo,” she says, rolling off Rumi and onto her back. She wraps her hand around her cock and pumps, but her own touch does nothing to ease her pain. Compared with Zoey and Rumi, it barely feels like anything. She throbs, full to bursting, but further from the edge than ever.

The mattress shifts, and suddenly Zoey is beside her, one leg draped over her thigh. Their slick skin slides together, and Zoey is positively radiating heat. The full-body contact raises all the hairs on the back of Mira’s neck.

“She’s okay, Mira. She’s happy.” Zoey’s breath tickles Mira’s cheek. “I’ll cuddle her in a minute.”

Mira bites her lip, refusing to look. If she sees Rumi naked and sprawled on the bed, with that dazed, post-rut look, she won’t be able to resist. “I’m fine,” she insists. “Just give me a minute.”

Zoey’s hand slides down Mira’s tense belly. “You’re such a softie, Mira. You’re trying so hard to be careful with her, but at least let me help you. I can take it.”

Mira knows she should move, or at least push Zoey’s hand away, but she doesn’t have the strength. A low groan escapes her lips as Zoey caresses her knot, cupping it firmly.

“Don’t…”

Zoey pauses at the word, but doesn’t remove her hand. “Do you really want me to stop? Or are you afraid to keep going?”

A lump catches in Mira’s throat. She thought she’d worked through this shit while collaborating on Golden, but the fear is still there, hooked deep into her heart. The fear of being too wild, too rough, too much. The fear of pushing everyone away.

“Zoey…”

Zoey kisses behind Mira’s ear. “You won’t be too much. I want all of you.”

Mira’s heart beats double-time. Sometimes it’s like Zoey can read her fucking mind.

Or maybe she understands.

For as long as Mira has known her, Zoey has worried about being ‘too much’, ‘too loud’, ‘too weird’. But never for a moment has Mira thought those things were true. Zoey is a treasure in her uniqueness, in the pure joy that glows from her very being. She’s strange, sure, but that’s because she’s better and brighter than everyone else.

Mira hesitates, torn by the thought that Zoey doesn’t know what she’s asking for—but she’s never been the kind of alpha that’s too proud to take an omega at her word.

“Fine.” She brushes Zoey’s hand away from her knot and rises onto her knees. Turning, she stares directly into Zoey’s eyes, wide and dark with desire. Though Mira searches, she doesn’t find a trace of doubt. “But you asked for this.”

She seizes Zoey’s wrists and pins her flat on the mattress, using her knees to spread Zoey’s thighs wide open. Zoey bites her lip, canting her hips in search of contact. The taut muscles of her stomach ripple as she digs her heels into the mattress, and the sight makes Mira’s mouth water.

Mira’s lips claim Zoey’s, hot and insistent, as she drags the length of her cock along Zoey’s cunt. The silky heat is maddening, and the red fog of rut begins to cloud Mira’s mind. Her nostrils flare as Zoey’s scent, even stickier and sweeter and more delectable than before, fills her lungs, seeping into every part of her.

Soft fingers caress her hands where they hold Zoey’s wrists. Mira breaks the kiss and looks up to see Rumi smiling at her. Her face is still flushed with desire, a fine layer of sweat shimmering on her skin. “Let me,” she says. Her smoky scent weaves through Zoey’s, coiling around Mira and pulling tight.

Mira can’t say no. She doesn’t want to say no.

She allows Rumi to hold Zoey’s wrists so she can grab her legs, wrapping them around her waist. Zoey’s ankles lock at the small of her back, and her high whimper is pure happiness. Mira tilts her hips, lining the tip of her cock with Zoey’s entrance and thrusting inside.

It’s like hot, dripping honey all around her.

Mira groans and snaps her hips. She needs to get in, all the way in, but even though Zoey is soaking wet, she’s also incredibly tight. Mira hesitates, but Zoey nips her neck, teeth digging into her mating gland.

Alpha instinct takes over. Mira shoves the rest of the way in, gasping as Zoey’s inner walls cling to her cock. They pulse and squeeze, sending a throb of fullness straight down to Mira’s knot.

Need to knot her. Breed her. 

Mira finds Zoey’s throat and bites down without mercy. She holds Zoey’s heart between her teeth and ruts—hard, fast, without stopping.

Zoey screams and struggles, but her hips move to Mira’s rhythm. Mira’s entire body lights up as she realizes Zoey isn’t trying to escape. She’s fighting Rumi’s hold to get even closer. To cleave her body to Mira’s.

“You’re so beautiful together,” Rumi murmurs. “I didn’t know mating could be beautiful.”

The words stir something within Mira, but she’s too consumed with need to analyze it. All she wants in the world is to knot Zoey, to fill her completely. She moves her hands to Zoey’s hips, pressing them into the mattress and grinding her knot against Zoey’s cunt.

Zoey clenches, squealing into Mira’s shoulder, but her teeth stay fastened there. The heat radiating from her skin and the intoxicating pull of her scent tell Mira to keep going. With a grunt, Mira pushes her knot inside. It takes a few thrusts, but then, with a slick pop, it slides home.

As soon as she does, Zoey comes. It’s sudden and fierce, and she thrashes beneath the weight of Mira’s body. Her cunt twitches, her inner walls gripping Mira’s cock as though they can barely accommodate its size. The hot, squeezing pressure almost tips Mira over the edge.

She suddenly realizes it’s deliberate. Zoey’s coming, but also trying to milk her. To make her lose control.

Mira growls around her mouthful of Zoey’s shoulder. She needs Zoey, needs her so much she might actually die without her. Her rut takes hold until there is nothing left of her but the rhythm of her hips, Zoey’s welcome heat, and the overpowering need to drive deeper still.

She thrusts without restraint, unable to fully withdraw with her knot sealed inside, but seeking all the depth she can. The muscles along her abdomen burn, her legs and ass trembling with effort, but she speeds up.

More. Need more of her. All of her…

Zoey’s mating gland throbs as Mira swirls her tongue over it, hungry for the heavy beat of her heart. It feels alive beneath her lips, wild and free. She’s never let herself be this free with omega before, not even Zoe. She’s never simply claimed what she wants without restraint.

But Zoey is taking all of her, so sweet and obedient, so perfectly molded to her cock. Each movement brings their bodies closer and her every cry feeds Mira’s hunger. Zoey’s heels dig harder into the base of Mira’s spine as if begging to be split wider, to be rutted harder.

The pressure in Mira’s knot tightens, swelling thick and insistent. She can’t ignore it anymore.

“Please!” Zoey gasps, releasing Mira’s throat. “Mira, breed me.”

Her plea snaps the final, frayed threads of Mira’s control. She wants to breed Zoey. Wants it like nothing else—like something too powerful to be put into words. She wants to see Zoey radiant and glowing, her belly swollen with pups, all because of her. Because Zoey is hers.

Mira’s release comes in a white-hot burst. She digs her teeth into Zoey’s neck, spilling hot, thick streams of come deep inside her cunt. The image of Zoey carrying her litter, marked forever as hers, rips a guttural cry from her chest as she empties everything she has.

Yes. Mate. Zoey should be her mate. 

Zoey sobs against Mira’s shoulder, but there’s  laughter in it, to. “Yes, oh god, more—that’s it, Mira, you’re so fucking good!”

Hot breath curls beside Mira’s ear, carrying the scent of autumn. “Save some for me,” Rumi whispers. “I need you, too.” She’s lying beside them, having released Zoey’s wrists, and one hand is working between her legs.

Mira’s breath hitches and her rhythm falters. She releases her bite-hold as more come spills from her cock, flooding Zoey’s core.

Rumi. Rumi’s mine, too. Have to make her mine. 

Zoey’s arms wrap around Mira’s torso, nails clawing down her back. The pain only makes Mira hiss and thrust harder. She gazes into Rumi’s eyes—beautiful, glowing Rumi, who shines like the sun itself, who’s gazing at her with such love and tenderness that Mira’s heart can scarcely swell to hold it all. 

As Zoey clings to her, Rumi’s lips find hers, gentle for just a brief moment before parting for something hotter and more passionate.

Mira’s body gives out. She collapses on top of Zoey, allowing Rumi to lead the kiss as she spends every last drop she has. Zoey finds her neck again, not biting, but sucking the spot until Mira groans into Rumi’s mouth.

As Mira’s body melts, she relaxes into the sensation of Zoey locked tight around her. Zoey’s chest rises and falls rapidly, but she has gone completely limp., The way she trembles and the happiness in her smell speaks of deep satisfaction.

“Uhh-oo,” Zoey huffs into Mira’s skin.

Love you. Mira understands.

A breathy laugh escapes, brushing over Rumi’s cheek. She tries to respond, but Rumi kisses her again, drawing her tongue in and sucking as a slow tease. Mira’s softening cock stirs inside Zoey, but her knot remains firm, unlikely to ease any time soon.

At last, Rumi stops teasing Mira’s tongue. “I love you, too,” she murmurs. “I love you both. I think I always have.”

Zoey gives a pleased sigh and stops sucking Mira’s neck. “Aw, Rumi. There’s plenty of her for both of us.” She hesitates, then adds, “If we’re what you really want…?”

Mira realizes she’s holding her breath. Things have been getting more and more serious with Zoey every time their cycles line up, but this is—new. Scary, too. With Rumi added to the equation, she’s even more confused. Her instincts tell her that both omegas are hers, but it’s an unusual arrangement, to say the least.

Rumi dips to kiss Zoey’s head. Her hand is still moving between her legs, but slowly, luxuriously. “You’re both what I need. You always have been.”

The words settle in Mira like a soothing balm. Zoey and Rumi are what she needs, too. She’s still knotted deep inside Zoey, who pulses with faint aftershocks. Her nails trace lazy arcs across Mira’s back as Rumi sneaks in for another kiss.

For the first time, Mira doesn’t feel like she has to hold back. Her hunger, her strength, her love, all of it belongs here, tangled between her mates. The two omegas who want every part of her. She closes her eyes, breathes in their mingled scents, and smiles.