Chapter 22
22
LIAM
Take care of Omega.
The anxiety that usually courses through me is nowhere to be found as I help usher April into the spare bedroom on Sophie and Tom’s yacht.
This isn’t how I imagined taking her again, but it’s obvious she’s not going to make it back to the packhouse.
Her Heat is here.
Her scent is everywhere, as well. Sweet buttery vanilla fills the air, and I’m forced to ignore my aching cock as Donovan, Hunter, and I scour the yacht for as many blankets and pillows as we can find.
She needs a nest now.
Sweat beads on my forehead and my body burns, my inner Alpha ready to come out and take.
I ignore every instinct I have, and I can tell Donovan and Hunter are doing the same.
“We’re going to have to buy them a whole new yacht after this,” Hunter mutters, whipping open closet doors and pulling out towels and sheets. “We’re about to tear this motherfucker apart.”
With our hands full of nesting materials, the three of us enter April’s room at the same time.
I almost drop to my knees at the sight of her.
“Fuck,” Donovan hisses.
My Omega is naked on her back in bed, her beautiful body flushed pink from arousal. Her hair is fanned out around her on the pillows, and her hand is between her legs, gathering slick from her pussy and rubbing herself slowly.
“Alphas,” she moans.
The three of us lose it at the same time.
Hunter reaches her first, grabbing her by the ankles and pulling her to the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of her and buries his face in her cunt, licking her obscenely and slurping up her slick as she cries out. I climb onto the mattress, kneel near her head and unbutton my pants, letting my cock slip free.
I wanted to be gentle, but seeing her like this makes me lose control.
Donovan climbs onto the other side of the bed, his cock out as well.
“Yes,” she hisses, turning her head so her gaze falls to my length. She moans as Hunter pushes a finger inside her, lifting her hips so she can grind against his mouth.
“That’s it,” Donovan praises her. “That’s it, come on his mouth, you can do it, Omega.”
But April reaches out, grasps me in her hand, and starts to pump me. With her other hand, she grasps Donovan and jerks both of us off at the same time.
“Oh, fuck ,” I groan, watching as her fist struggles to fit around my length. “Yes, sweetheart, like that, yes. ”
Donovan moves closer and cups her cheek, so she turns her mouth to him.
“Open up, Omega,” he says, his voice low. “Tongue out.”
Hunter slides another finger into her, and when she opens her mouth in a gasp, Donovan pushes his cock into her throat. She groans and moans around it, her lips stretching around him as she pumps me wildly.
My eyes roll into the back of my head. I don’t want to come into her hand, but I feel my balls tightening already, and I grit my teeth to hold myself off from my release.
But then April releases Donovan with a pop , angles her head to me, and takes me all the way down her throat.
I come with a roar.
I growl so loud I’m sure the entire continent hears it, holding April’s head in place as I empty my cum into her hot, tight mouth. At the same time, a sweet burst of honey scent fills the room and her eyes roll into the back of her head.
Her orgasm hits her as I finish into her mouth, and she chokes and gags around me.
“Oh fuck, look at that,” Hunter hisses. “She’s coming from choking on cock.”
“Fuck yes, she is,” Donovan growls in approval. “Such a good Omega for us. Liam, keep fucking her throat. Make sure she swallows it all.”
I continue to cradle April’s head and fuck her mouth, my hips stuttering as her own orgasm continues to rock through her body. My knot swells, and I reluctantly pull out of her mouth before I can inflate in her throat.
It’s not enough. I need more from her.
I need to claim her.
I want my soul to belong to her.
“Sweetheart,” I choke out, pulling out of her mouth to cradle her face. “Was I too rough with you? What do you need?”
“You could never hurt me,” she whispers, catching her breath. “I trust you, Alpha. ”
Donovan, still kneeling on the other side of her, strokes her messy hair. “Rough or gentle?” he asks her lowly. Hunter growls in between her legs, and she hisses in pleasure.
“Rough,” she chokes out.
“And how do you want us?” Donovan demands harshly. “Just like this, or one at a time?”
“One at a time,” she whispers.
After that, we stop asking questions.