Chapter Fourteen – Felix #2
I kiss her again, pushing my tongue past her lips, and I explore her mouth unhurriedly as my hands roam along her body, beneath her pajama top, taking in the smooth curves of her body.
I’m delighted to find she wears no bra beneath the top, so my hands eventually cup her tits and massage them while I steal the air out of her lungs.
I’m so lost in her, lost in memorizing the feeling of her mouth on mine and the way she writhes when I tweak her nipples, that I don’t hear someone else come into the room.
That alpha joins us on the bed, lying beside us and watching for a while, all without saying a word.
When I breathe in through my nose, through Noelle’s scent, I pick up Matteo.
Matteo must sense my hesitation, because he says, “Don’t mind me.
” His way of saying he’s content, for now, with watching—as he should be.
He had her last night all to himself, while Nico and I were alone in our respective rooms, dreaming of what it would be like to claim Noelle.
We didn’t know until morning that they stayed together all night, that Matteo had tasted her for the first time.
I nibble on Noelle’s bottom lip, drawing a moan from her as one of my hands abandons her chest and sinks lower, snaking its way between her legs, between her clenched thighs.
The elastic waistband of her pajama bottoms allows my hand to glide down and find its destination instantly.
The air is full of sweetness thanks to her, and as my fingers run around the rim of her pussy, I feel exactly why that is.
She’s so wet.
My hand curls around her with a firmer touch, and she responds by grinding her hips against my hand, pressing her clit on my palm.
I know that’s what she’s after, so I let her grind herself against my hand as long as she wants while I continue to kiss her and massage her other tit.
The more she grinds, the thicker the sweetness in the air, the wetter she gets, until her body is eventually taken over by spasms and she comes for the first time—the first of what I hope will be numerous orgasms.
Oh, if I have my way, her night will be full of them.
My hand is between her legs, so that hand gets the full brunt of the slick that oozes out from her during the orgasm. It coats my fingers, and I use that slick to stick two fingers inside her and move them in and out, simulating what I’ll do shortly with my cock.
I pull my mouth off hers, and the moment I do she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard. Beside us, Matteo mutters, “Fuck. Doesn’t she make the best sounds? I could listen to her all night.”
I heartily agree with my brother there, although I don’t say a word thanks to how focused I am on fucking her with my fingers. I watch her face, spotting her dilated eyes instantly, as I take in how she looks when she’s unraveling.
Noelle is the epitome of beautiful, the definition of sexy. I know now that I’ll never be able to have my fill of her. If I could spend the rest of my life in bed with her, drowning in her, it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Don’t worry, the alpha of the hour is here, and he’s ready to…” Nico’s smart remark trails off when he spots us on the bed, and he huffs as he closes the bedroom door and joins us on the bed, on Noelle’s other side. “I see you didn’t bother waiting for me.”
I toss my twin a look. He wears nothing but athletic shorts, his top half bared and still a little damp. Leave it to him to take an unreasonable amount of time for himself in the shower.
Nico props his head up next to Noelle’s, and his chest hums in appreciation.
“You smell delicious, Noelle. I guess I can’t really blame my brother for starting without me.
You are temptation on two legs.” He licks his lips before he goes in for a kiss, and I let him grab her chin and turn her face towards him.
As they kiss, I pull my fingers out of her core and crawl down her body, situating myself between her legs.
I tug her pajama bottoms off while she’s distracted with my twin, and soon I’m greeted by the delicious sight of her apex, that sweet, glistening space between her legs.
If my cock wasn’t already rock hard, the mere sight of her most private part would send me off the edge.
She’s so gorgeous it’s impossible for me to think straight.
“What are you waiting for?” Matteo asks, voice gruff.
“She tastes even sweeter than she smells.” Based on his choice of words, I can put it together: he tasted her last night.
And of course he did; how could you lay in a bed with Noelle and not do anything to taste that sweet space between her legs?
Well, clearly I have to see for myself just how sweet she is.
I lower my mouth to her apex and feast while Nico kisses her and Matteo watches beside us, and let me just say, Matteo was totally right.
Her slick? The sweetest thing in the world.
As insane as it might be, she tastes like she smells: apple with a hint of cinnamon.
I know it right then: her slick is a drug to me, just as it will be for my brothers.
Everything we do will be to chase the high her body can give us, to taste that sweet, yummy slick again.
Whether it’s an overload of sensation for her or I’m just that good with my tongue, I’ll take it. Soon enough her body is swallowed up by another orgasm, her thighs trembling around my head. A fresh wave of slick oozes from her core, and I am right there to clean her up.
God, yes.
Nico’s voice is huskier than I’ve ever heard it when he says, “Move aside. I need to taste her.”
Though it’s the last thing I want to do, I vacate the spot between her legs, trading places with my twin.
While I take the spot to her left, he claims the space between her thighs and buries his face against her.
Noelle’s eyelids slam shut as she writhes, short, quick breaths escaping her chest as my brother has a turn.
From opposite sides, Matteo and I watch as our brother brings our mate to her third orgasm of the night.
My cock throbs. I don’t know how much longer I can wait.
The need to have her, to fully have her, is almost overwhelming.
It’s definitely the only thing I can think about, especially as I watch her writhe and listen to her moan for Nico.
Matteo’s expression is unreadable, and yet I’d bet anything he’s feeling the same way I am.
Nico cleans her thighs up, catching everything that oozes out of her core with his tongue. The alpha practically hums when he murmurs, “You’re delicious, omega.” Noelle whines beneath the praise.
“I think she’s hot,” Matteo says. “Help her out of her shirt.”
I help her up the same moment Nico pulls himself away from her apex. Together, we finish undressing our mate, and just like that, every inch of her is bared to us. Bared to us and breathtakingly beautiful.
“Brother,” I manage to say, though every word that comes from me is a fight.
“I need to have her.” Nico and I meet eyes.
We’re similar in many ways, and usually we can pick up on what the other is thinking—but frankly, any alpha in this situation would be thinking the same thing, regardless of whether or not they are one half of a set of twins.
Nico, though he undoubtedly feels the same, gives me a single nod. We trade places once again, and before I get too comfortable between Noelle’s legs, I slip off my sweats. The moment I do, my cock springs free, seemingly with a mind of its own.
I position myself over her, and we lock eyes. Not once in my life has anyone ever given me the hungry, sultry expression Noelle gives me in that moment. Her lips are parted slightly, her damp hair a messy yellow halo around her head. She is already undone, and I’m about to unravel her even more.
She lifts a hand and runs her fingertips along my jawline.
If I was not already lost, I would be after that.
My cock needs no guidance. It’s a steel rod, oozing precum, and it’s ready to find its home inside of this omega.
I push into her slowly, relishing the sensation of her tight, wet cunt wrapped around my length, inch after inch until her body has taken every bit of me it can.
The innate urge to knot her, to bind us together for the near foreseeable future rises in the back of my head, but I know I must push those thoughts away.
It would be selfish of me to bind me and the omega together before Nico claims her.
I don’t know that Matteo knotted her last night, either—if he didn’t, then I suppose he’ll be the one who knots her first.
My movements are slow in the beginning. I’m so lost in her I know the moment I go at her quickly, I’ll lose whatever willpower I have left and come with a vengeance. The only way I can make our first time last is to go at her with a measured pace.
“You’re mine,” I whisper to her, temporarily forgetting my brothers are here with us. And though she might be ours in a general sense, right now she is all mine—my moans, my pussy, my lovely omega.
Matteo caresses Noelle’s cheek. “How does Felix feel inside you, omega?” The question is growled out, and it causes her to shiver, her core to tighten around me.
“Good,” she says, clearly unable to say anything else.
“You belong to us now,” my brother carries on, “all three of us. You’re our omega, Noelle, our beautiful, dirty little omega—and because you’re our beautiful, dirty little omega, you’re going to come for Felix just like you came for me last night.
Show him how much of a good girl you can be. Come on his cock.”
The more Matteo speaks, the more the omega beneath me squirms and moans.
It’s like the dirty talk has a direct link to her pleasure, and when I see how she responds to his words, I pick up my pace, pushing into her harder, faster, suddenly desperate to feel what it’s like for her to come undone on my cock.
Noelle’s head arches back, and at the same time she lets out a loud cry of bliss.
I can feel the exact moment she comes thanks to the fresh wave of slick in her pussy, and I shudder when her core constricts around me.
Her orgasm seems to last and last—and thanks to it, I can no longer push mine to the side.
I rocket forward as the pressure in my lower half surges.
Cum shoots out of me, coating her core, and I keep thrusting until I am dry.
If it was a knot, there’d be even more cum on my end.
A knot needs milked more than once to subside, and even then it takes a while for it to dissipate and for the participants of said knot to separate safely.
“Good girl,” Matteo praises our mate, “you helped Felix come by showing him just how good he feels inside you. Are you going to do the same for Nico? I can tell he’s dying to have you, omega.
” I’ve never heard my older brother talk like this, for obvious reasons, but I have to say, he seems to do it really well.
There are no complaints where Noelle is concerned.
In fact, the omega nods eagerly, clearly desperate to please.
Though it’s the last thing I want to do, I pull out of her.
By the time I scoot away, Nico is naked and raring to go.
He crawls over her, his hazel eyes radiating with pure desire.
Watching him and the way he gazes down at Noelle, it feels like I’m intruding on an intimate moment between them.
The feeling, however, does not last. In a pack, you share everything, even moments like this.
Nico nips at her jaw, then kisses her hard before whispering, “I can’t wait to make you mine.” He nuzzles against her neck and makes her squeal before he positions himself between her legs and pushes inside her with a single hard thrust.
My twin doesn’t take his time, not like I did. He’s all hard and fast movements right away, grunting every time his hips rocket forward, a look of ecstasy on his face. I know exactly what he’s feeling, and if he’s anything like me, he’s close to losing it already.
Feeling the need to touch her, I paw at her closest tit, tweaking and toying with its nipple.
Noelle responds by moaning and writhing, her legs clamping around Nico’s hips as he barrels down on her.
Matteo leans down over her and takes her mouth in his, his hand firm around her neck.
Together, the three of us bring our omega to another surge of pleasure
The very instant she comes, Nico mutters a husky, “Shit. That’s so fucking nice.
You’re making me lose my mind, omega.” It’s only when Matteo pulls back that he’s able to bury himself in the crook of her neck and whisper, “Mine.” And then, since he can’t bite down on her scent gland, he takes her earlobe between his teeth and gives it a good nibble.
I don’t need to be a psychic to know that Matteo is chomping at the bit to have our omega himself again, and indeed, it’s probably the only reason Nico withdraws from her so quickly after coming.
As Matteo stands and sheds his clothes, Nico crawls to where he was mere moments before and collapses, breathing hard and grinning like a fool.
But, I suppose, we are fools when it comes to Noelle.
Who needs presents when we’re giving each other our hearts this holiday? I couldn’t have asked for more, and my brothers surely feel the same. It’s the best gift we could have possibly asked for.
Matteo, ready to go, gets in position. He kneels between her legs and draws his hands up her thighs, the skin beneath them trembling all the while. His voice comes out husky and ragged, “I need to knot you, omega. I need to be locked in that sweet pussy.”
Though it wasn’t a question, Noelle nods along anyway, the eagerness evident in her expression. “Knot me, alpha. Please knot me.”
Fuck. The way she whispers it, begging for his knot, makes my own balls ache.
“Oh, I’m going to knot you,” he murmurs, his body coming down on hers as he kisses her hard. “I’m going to lock us together and fuck your pretty little brains out.” When he says that, she whines, and a growl rises from his chest, the sound laced with hunger and desperation.
I don’t watch my brother as he fills her up; I keep my gaze firmly focused on Noelle, on how her expression changes when he does.
She meets my eyes for only a second before she glances at Nico, and it’s safe to say both my twin and I are rapt.
Nothing and no one could pull our stares off this omega.
Matteo lets out a shudder and a groan once he’s balls-deep, and then… well, then he knots her, and our omega turns into a vixen who can’t get enough.