20. Do The Whirlwind
CHAPTER 20
DO THE WHIRLWIND
Sadie
T he bed smells like Cameron.
Warm cologne and his skin, mixed with the citrus of oranges and rosemary. I go to breathe it in, wrap myself around him but something wet and warm strokes over my clit, short circuiting my brain.
“That’s it, baby brat. Wake up with my tongue.” Cam’s words make me open my eyes, a hand instinctively reaching down to grasp his hair as I felt the way his mustache tickles my skin.
I’ll never make fun of it again.
His tongue presses inside of me. My hips jutting up as a moan that sounds like my soul is leaving my body leaves my lips. Arching off his bed, I greedily rock against his mouth, letting him tongue me awake.
My slick is making a mess of his face and I’m embarrassed at how wet I got. Even during my heats I don’t make slick like this.
The way his mouth moves, sucking and licking at my core as I writhe against him, chasing the orgasm I could already feel tightening in my stomach. My whole body is so relaxed that I didn’t have to do anything other than just feel.
It was my first time waking up from someone pleasuring me.
As someone who has a somnophilia kink that was waiting to be explored, I could get used to this sort of thing if it became my new alarm clock.
“God, baby brat, you’re soaking me. Gonna stay hydrated from how wet you are. Such a pretty omega, soaking my face.” His lips hum against my clit and I am lost, tugging his hair as I twist in his sheets.
Cam’s hands hold my hips as he worked me through my pleasure. His head on my stomach as he kisses my belly as I come down from the waves of pleasure he had just worked out of me.
My heart is hammering in my chest as I blink the sleep from my eyes, suddenly realizing that if everyone wasn’t already awake they definitely were now that I had just given them an orgasm alarm clock.
“You’re going to spoil me.” I mutter, fingers running through the thick hair on Cameron’s head. His soft sound of approval as he kisses my skin makes me smirk before I reach for my phone.
As much as I wanted to stay in bed for longer, we have been locked away from everyone and I need to do more with my body than just come.
Especially after my little spiral out last night
I should book an emergency appointment with my therapist and just check in to make it known that everything is overwhelming me again.
Instead I’m texting Anthony. I checked in to see if he was going to the gym this morning. Smirking when he said he was doing his pre workout now and inviting me to come along if I wasn’t too tired or busy.
Obviously the busy comment referring to the fact that Cam had just eaten me out.
“Let me up, Cam-Cam. I want to go to the gym with Ant.” I wiggle out from under him as he pouts, looking adorable. I grab his hoodie, pulling it onto my body so I can still relish in his scent. A quick kiss to his lips before I was unlocking his door and heading to my bedroom.
It’s easy to just call the bedroom mine instead of a guest room. Unless I considered myself a guest. It seemed like I was more right now and I wasn’t sure I wanted to explore that.
My clothes were unpacked, something I was sure Jace had done, because I knew myself well enough that I would have gladly lived out of my bag for weeks before doing anything about it. It was such a thoughtful thing to make my life easier and I wanted to thank him for thinking of me.
Alphas hadn’t treated me like this before and it made me worried that there was going to be expectations from me or it would all go away. I couldn’t dwell too much on that right now.
I went to my purse first, popping one of my pills dry before getting dressed. I would drink water at the gym and hopefully my stomach didn't get upset from not eating before taking my meds.
What choice did I have?
Take the pills or keep on spiraling out of control.
The pill it was.
Quickly throwing on a sports bra and yoga pants, I made my way out of the room, ready to head down the stairs. A laundry basket was in the hall and I stole a shirt from the top of it, breathing in Jace as I rushed down the stairs.
Ant looked up, his gym shorts hugging his thighs, a hoodie over his top as he shook a bottle, eyes taking me in.
Rushing to him, I wrapped my arms around him, bringing him down to my level for a kiss as he groaned, slamming the shaker down on the counter and moving to wrap his arms around me.
His hands cupped my ass, picking me up and setting me on the counter before him. Taking a step closer, Ant’s hands fell to either side of my hips as he crowded my body, letting me keep myself wrapped against him as I deepened our kiss.
His lips sucked at my tongue, a whine escaping my lips as I tried to get more friction. Who cares that I just came minutes ago? I wanted more.
“Good morning, little bro,” He teased, nipping my lips as he pulled away, “I like the morning version of you where you’re affectionate after your orgasm. Did you come on Cam’s fingers or his tongue? I need to know so I can make sure to repeat it tomorrow morning to keep our girl in a good mood.” He teases me so easily but I liked the simplicity of him flirting.
And I liked how he called me our girl.
Something about the way they didn’t mind sharing me set me at ease. I liked the idea of being theirs equally without fear about how each of them would react.
“I think I’d rather wake up coming on a knot tomorrow.” His eyebrows raise up but Ant smirks, kissing the side of my mouth.
“You want to wake up full, baby bro?”
I groan out softly, as his lips nip at my neck. His teeth seem to always want to leave marks on my skin. The idea of wearing his marks makes me perfume and Ant groans into my throat as my scent washes over him.
My hips tilt to try and get closer. His fingers dig into my hips like he is trying to keep himself in control of everything.
“Tonight you’re sleeping with me so I can wake you up. Okay?” I nod, as he kisses me once before standing straight, reaching to help me down from the counter.
He hands me the bottle he was shaking, grabbing two metal bottles he had already filled up with water for the two of us.
Why did I want to do this again?
It was like my mind was catching up with me and the realization that I had agreed to workout before I even had coffee washed over me.
But then I saw the way that Ant was looking at me. How his hand felt, warm and solid against my back. And it made sense.
It wasn’t always what you were doing with someone that mattered; I think it was clear that I wasn’t the type to normally workout but it was more that I was spending time with someone I was getting to know and that made it all worthwhile.
An hour and a half later, sweat was in places that I was very confident sweat had never been. My body was yelling at me as I heaved in breaths of air but my lips were tugged back in a smile as Anthony reached for me, pulling me to lay down on the mats that covered the gym floor.
His sweat and my sweat mixed, sticky and disgusting. I should have complained about it but instead, I was laying my head down against his chest, breathing him in as I took in the moment with him. Enjoying the way Ant stroked my back.
We had worked out together with weights and a jump rope mainly because we had been talking about TikTok videos and he was so confident he could do all those jumps like the dancing videos.
Which he proved he absolutely could.
And I learned that even though jumping rope made me feel like my titties were going to leave bruises, I enjoyed it.
“You did so good.” His small squeeze as he gave me words of encouragement made me smirk. It was so easy to smile around Anthony.
For so long I thought that I was the issue. That it was me that couldn’t smile. But every time I was around him my lips were tugged up, happiness written across my face with such ease.
He was teaching me that it wasn’t me that was broken.
“I like working out with you.” I wanted to say that maybe this could be our thing but I didn’t want him to think I was being too clingy with him.
Could we have a thing before we were actually a thing? Was I playing by the rules correctly? This whole situation was so foreign to me that I wasn’t sure what I could say. Plus I liked the idea of boxing. Maybe not the whole making Cam bleed part.
Hated that .
Ant leans in, rolling me on my back as he planks over me. His lips pressing to mine in a softer kiss then he usually gave. It was like he was saying that he was here with me and he was just as happy as I was but he wasn’t pushing anything sexual.
I liked how he kissed me.
Liked how safe I felt with the alpha when usually they terrified me.
“I go to the gym every morning. I’d like it if you came with me. It’s fun trying new things and seeing you all sweaty is a huge turn on.” As if I didn’t believe him his hips pushed down, his erection jutting out to slide between my legs. The thin yoga pants I was wearing were not doing anything to hide the fact he was not lying.
My thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to me as our lips met in another kiss. This one more desperate, needy. Both of us were searching for something in each other that wasn’t innocent.
“I knew you two had to be done.” My eyes snapped over Anthony’s shoulder to see Jace standing there. He was holding two bags in his hands, an amused smirk on his face like he liked that he was cock blocking his pack mate.
Anthony’s head fell into the nook of my neck, his teeth nipping as I gasped out. Jace’s eyes flashing as he saw the way my mouth fell open.
I think Jace wanted to watch what was going to happen.
“I brought you both things to shower and change into for a pack brunch.” He mentioned brunch, which I had forgotten that I had agreed to. I had been thinking all about Anthony this morning and hadn’t thought to bring a change.
Ant groaned, doing a pushup as he looked down at me.
“You’re in my bed tonight, Sadie baby. We have a deal.” His kiss against my lips sealed a promise before he was doing a push up off me, his hand reaching down to adjust himself, the print of his cock in his shorts making me want to be late to brunch.
But brunch was where the guys were going to finally talk to me about what was going on and I needed some sense of what the frick was going on because I would spiral out otherwise.
A hand came down, grabbing my wrists, tugging me to a standing position on my wobbly legs. Apparently all that jump rope and dirty talk made it hard to stand.
“You okay, Sadie girl?” Jace’s soft drawl made me hum in a nod as his hand settled on my hip, “Nice shirt.” His smirk as I tug at it, wondering if I should have asked permission before throwing it on this morning.
But Jace kept smiling as he handed me the bag to change into and I scurried off into the bathroom to shower and get ready for brunch, knowing that this meal is going to change everything.