29. CARLEEN
Chapter twenty-nine
CARLEEN
I’m not surprised as we walk into Tati’s bedroom to see her sprawled across her nest, writhing beneath Ashton. He’s eagerly kissing her neck, his hands roaming freely across her bare skin. I have no idea how he stripped her so quickly but I’m not complaining.
Tati, our sweet Beta, is laughing, her eyes sparkling with desire as she playfully struggles to unbutton Ashton’s pants. I can hear her soft giggles, a contrast to the passionate sounds of their kissing. Ashton seems determined to drive her wild before ever even slipping inside of her, his hands cupping her breasts as his thumbs brush over her nipples.
Her back arches, a moan tearing from her throat, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. A smile plays on my lips as Ashton manages to free himself from his clothing, his cock is hard and leaking between his thighs. He positions himself between Tati’s legs, our Beta’s eyes widening as she stares down where his tip is pressing against her entrance. From my perch at the door, I can already see how wet she is, her lingering taste from a few days ago on my lips.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Ashton sinks into her, filling her completely. The laughter silences, a satisfied groan filling the room as she wraps her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hands dig into his shoulder as she clings to him, her face twisted in pleasure. I thought the moment at the club was perfect but this is so much better.
Ashton begins to move, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm, each stroke eliciting a soft cry from Tati. I bite my lip, my eyes fixed on the two before me. Ashton's muscles flex with each powerful thrust, his body glistening with sweat. Tati's fingers are digging into his back as she meets his movements, her hips rising to greet each plunge. The room is filled with the sounds of their passion—the wet slapping of skin, their heavy breathing, and the thickening of their scents.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Ashton growls, his voice rough with desire. "I'm gonna make you come so hard, little doe."
Tati's eyes flutter open, meeting mine for a brief moment. There is a mixture of pleasure and mischief in her gaze and I know she is enjoying the exhibition as much as I am. Ashton's pace quickens, his hips slamming into Tati's, driving her closer to the edge. Her body tenses, her back arching off the bed as she cries out, her orgasm rippling through her. Ashton's name tumbles from her lips in a breathless chant.
"That's it, Tati," Ashton grunts, his eyes squeezed shut as he fights his own release. "Come for me, baby."
With a final, powerful thrust, Ashton buries himself deep inside Tati, his body shuddering as he empties himself into her. He collapses onto her, his chest heaving as he fights to regain his breath. Tati giggles, her hands stroking his back, her legs still wrapped tightly around him.
"That was amazing," she purrs, her voice drunk with contentment. "But, Ashton, I want more. Knot me, please. I want you to truly fill me. Stretch me." The pleas on her lips are so sweet, Ashton sputtering in shock at her request but any Alpha would be hard-pressed to deny their mate a knot in the throes of sex.
Ashton lifts his head, his eyes dark with desire as he gazes down at her. “Fuck, seriously? You say such sweet words, Tati. Goddess, you’re going to feel perfect squeezing my knot.”
He shifts his hips, his cock still buried deep within her, and I watch, fascinated, as his knot begins to swell, stretching Tati's pussy even further. Tati moans, her eyes rolling back in pleasure as she accommodates his growing size.
Needing to be part of this, to help drive Tati over the wall, to give her the pleasure I so desperately want to, I begin to undress. Ryder is doing the same on my other side, both of us eager to join the other two. I slide in on Tati’s side as Ashton slowly maneuvers them so Tati’s back is resting against my chest.
“How does it feel, sunshine?”
“Goddess, it’s so big. I won’t be able to take Ryder’s. Fuck, I think I’m going to come again.” She tenses and then relaxes, letting out a wanton moan as I nurse my bite on her shoulder. If what I’ve seen in passing is any indication, Tati will absolutely have to work up to Ryder’s knot but I can’t wait to watch that moment when it happens.
Ashton purrs for our Beta, lightly kissing her until his knot comes down. Tati whines at the loss as I roll her onto her back and steal my own kiss. Some part of me wants another taste, despite the fact that Ashton just unloaded inside of her. Throwing caution to the wind, I slide down her torso and settle myself right between her legs, the temperature of the room heating up a few degrees.
Ashton’s cum is slowly pooling between her thighs, mixed with her release but I don’t hesitate, leaning down to lick it up. Tati squirms beneath my attention, her fingers sifting into my hair. I continue to explore, my tongue delving deeper, each moan from my beautiful Beta an invitation to keep going.
And then I hear a soft groan, a purely male sound. I look up to see Ashton’s face contorted in pleasure, his eyes squeezed shut. Ryder has his lips pressed against the bonding bite on Ashton's shoulder, but it’s clear that the sounds are not just from that.
Ryder's fingers are buried deep inside Ashton's ass, slowly stretching and preparing him. I watch, transfixed, as Ryder's hand moves in a steady rhythm. Ashton's body arches, his back bowing as he pushes back against Ryder's hand, seeking more.
Tati’s watching the Alphas, her breath coming in short gasps, mirroring the pleasure I’m giving her. And knowing that Ryder and Ashton together is heightening this moment, gives me all the encouragement I need.
I dive back in between her legs, my tongue circling her clit, flicking and teasing, while my fingers slip into her pussy, matching the rhythm of Ryder's hand on Ashton. The room is filled with the sounds of our pleasure—moans, gasps, and the wet, slick sounds of our bodies.
Ashton's eyes fly open, his gaze locking with mine. There is a challenge in his stare, a silent understanding of what’s happening. I don’t back down; instead, I increase my pace, determined to bring Tati to the edge. Ashton's lips curved into a satisfied smile, and he reaches for Tati, pulling her into a passionate kiss.
Ryder's moving faster and then I realize that his hands are firmly set on Ashton’s waist. No, Ryder is fucking the smaller Alpha, the tension building in Ashton's body. He breaks the kiss with Tati, his head thrown back as he cries out. His release spills across Tati's stomach, as Ryder grunts, no doubt spilling his release into Ashton’s ass. Tati's hands tighten in my hair a few seconds later and her body stiffens as she comes, her taste flooding my tongue, mixed with Ashton’s lingering release.
We lay there, our bodies intertwined, catching our breath, Tati already passed out as I crawl back up her body and pull her against me. Ryder isn’t done with us yet as he reaches over and drags me into a soft kiss, tasting both Ashton and Tati on my tongue. Goddess, this is just the right amount of overwhelming.
Tati’s snores fill the quiet space, her body curled up snugly in Ashton’s arms, her face pressed against his chest. Her lips are slightly parted, and her lashes rest against flushed cheeks, still kissed pink from earlier. They look so perfect together as I scoot toward the edge of the nest, unable to sleep. It’s not even about the lust or hunger anymore. It’s just intimacy, a close bond forming between the four of us.
Ashton’s eyes are closed, his face soft and boyish in sleep, one of his hands splayed protectively against Tati’s lower back. Even in rest, he’s anchoring her to him, his chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm that Tati seems to match. And then there’s Ryder. Sitting quietly at the edge of the other side of the nest, his large hands rubbing slow circles on Tati’s ankle where it pokes out from under the sheets. His blue eyes flick to mine, searching my face with a depth that makes my chest feel tight.
“Carleen,” he says softly, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. “Can I… hold you tonight?”
My lips part, but no sound comes out for a second. Ryder isn’t asking for anything else—just that. Just to hold me. And the way he asks, the way he waits so patiently for my answer, makes my throat close up a little. I nod, because my voice won’t work.
He doesn’t hesitate. Ryder shifts, sliding into the space beside me with the kind of grace that feels impossible for someone his size. I move to lay down, Ryder holding me from behind as he pulls the blankets up and over us.
“How’s this?” He asks, nuzzling his nose against the back of my head.
“Perfect.”