17. Lars
17
LARS
Olive was tucked up against my chest, completely naked under the sweater Easton had pulled over her head. My hand palmed her ass as Easton kept her pussy plugged with our cum.
Olive Olive Olive.
I dipped my head down to her neck and scent-marked her. Intellectually, I knew she was already covered in my scent, but I wanted the entire world to know that Olive was mine. Ours . There was nothing that could make me leave this spot, to release her from my arms.
A gust of wind blew off the water, fluttering up the corners of our picnic blanket and making Olive shiver.
Fuck.
Nothing would make me leave this spot except for my omega being cold.
She protested as I moved to a seated position, clinging to me and keeping her face buried in my chest. My alpha fucking preened . He wanted her just as addicted to me as I was to her.
“Come on, sweetheart. It’s too cold out here for you.” Her thighs might be thick and luscious, her body curvy, but she was still so damn small compared to me. I signaled to Easton, but he was already on it. He helped me get up so I didn’t have to release the sweet, sleepy omega before shaking out the blanket and wrapping it around her.
I turned to the lighthouse and hesitated. Olive seemed hesitant to have us inside the cottage. I knew from growing up in a pack that omegas could be very protective over their space. I hoped one day she would feel safe enough to let us inside, but for now, I headed to the lighthouse door, moving my hand under her ass to support her as I climbed the winding stairs to the service room. It was warm in here, although I still wished I had a comfortable bed to lay her down on. She deserved all things soft.
I carefully sat on the floor, my back to the wall. Olive was still clinging to me, her arms and legs wrapped around me and her face pressed to my neck. My alpha did a fist bump knowing she was scent-marking me, even as she slept.
I eyed Easton’s sweater and frowned. My alpha was a petulant two-year-old whining because he wanted to see her in my clothes.
Footsteps echoed on the stairs as Easton popped into the room. He’d gotten dressed and was holding up a large cooler. “I hid this so Felix wouldn’t get it this time, but I’ve got lunch for all of us.”
Olive snorted out a laugh, and I looked down to see that her eyes were open.
“Oh, you thought that was funny, did you?” Easton asked.
She sat up more fully, and I had to stop myself from pulling her flush against me. Instead, I helped her maneuver so her back was to my chest, making sure she was still covered by the blanket.
“Felix was doing me a favor.”
Easton raised an eyebrow as he pulled out sandwiches, chips, and cookies with Rosie’s Cafe printed on the wrappers.
“Felix must like you then.” He handed Olive a sandwich. “I got extra pickles on the side, should you want some.”
Olive blushed, and I couldn’t stop myself from running my finger down her cheek.
“Wait,” Easton said, pausing with his sandwich halfway to his mouth. “Has Felix been with you all this time? Everyone’s been wondering where he’s been.” He made a little noise as half his sandwich ingredients fell out from the bottom .
“Oh,” Olive said, her brow furrowing. “Did I do something wrong? He was here when I moved in and just kind of stuck around. Although he hasn’t been here as often recently.”
I squeezed her close. “You did nothing wrong. No one controls Felix.”
The three of us fell into a comfortable silence as we ate our lunch, the hum of the lighthouse machinery our gentle soundtrack. Olive ate half her sandwich and then folded it back up and placed it in her lap. Had she eaten enough? Maybe I could coax her to eat a few more chips, or maybe a cookie…
“So…” she said, interrupting my thoughts. “Did we really just do DVP outside?”
I choked on my bite of sandwich, and Easton burst out laughing.
“Fuck, Olive. I wasn’t expecting that,” I said, letting out a strangled gasp.
She grinned, twisting so she could pat me on the back. “I mean, neither was I,” she said dryly.
Easton moved closer and kissed Olive on the cheek. “I’m still not completely convinced that wasn’t one of my dreams. Did you like it?”
“Yes,” she responded primly.
I jiggled her on my lap, and she laughed. Fuck, I loved it when she was all prim and proper, especially after what we’d just done.
“What are the odds of a repeat performance?” Easton asked.
My heart pounded, waiting for her answer. “Quite good,” she said, a mischievous little smile on her face.
Easton relaxed against the wall, nuzzling the side of her face. “Glad Lars’s monster cock didn’t scare you off.”
I reached out to smack him on the head, but he dodged me.
“Mmm, not at all.” Olive froze before twisting to face me. “Wait, are you still naked?”
I grunted. “I had a very tired omega who wouldn’t let me put her down.”
She let out a little squeak and moved to get off my lap. I tightened my hold on her. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“I want to see,” she said, shocking me even further .
“What?” I spluttered.
“I didn’t get to see before,” she whined, her omega coming to the fore. “You were behind me.” Her eyes were fixed on my blanket-covered crotch like she was hoping to develop x-ray vision.
“Yeah, Lars.” Easton leaned back against the wall with a shit-eating grin. “Give us a little show.”
I flipped him off, but then I met Olive’s eager gaze, and my alpha urged me to show off for her.
“You’re trouble,” I said, gripping her by the waist and lifting her off my lap.
I stood. My cock was rock-hard again, and I was hit with a sudden wave of nervousness. Would Olive like what she saw? I flexed my arms.
“Woah.”
I looked down to see my omega staring at my cock, lips parted. I groaned at the image of her taking my cock into her sweet little mouth, those pink lips stretched around me.
“That’s… wow. That was inside me?” Her sweet perfume filled the room, and my chest rumbled.
Easton scoffed. “I mean, he’s okay if you like monster cocks. But size isn’t everything.” He hopped up and started stripping.
I groaned, scrubbing my hand down my face. How the fuck did we get in this situation?
Easton stood beside me and fisted his cock. “Pretty impressive, right?”
Olive’s eyes flitted between our two cocks, her breathing rapid. A little whine slipped through her lips, and she crawled closer on her hands and knees.
Easton swore and tilted his head to stare at the ceiling. I knew how he was feeling. My jaw was clenched so hard I was convinced my teeth would crack from trying not to come, especially when Olive’s sweater shifted, revealing her sweet little ass.
“Can I?” Her sweet voice cut through my haze of arousal.
“You want to take us in your mouth, baby?” Easton asked.
Thank god one of us was still capable of speech. Words had left me. My entire world had shrunk down to the gorgeous, curvy omega in front of me, staring at my cock and licking her lips.
Olive nodded. “But you might have to tell me what to do. What you like.”
Easton and I groaned at the same time.
“Open up, sunshine.”
I watched as Olive took Easton in her mouth. She took him deep, eyes drifting closed as she sucked hard. He wrapped his hand in her hair. “Fuck,” he hissed. “I’m not going to last long.” With a groan, he pulled Olive off his cock and guided her to mine.
Olive whimpered as she tried to stretch her lips around me. I found my voice as I collared her throat with my hand. “Relax that jaw, sweetheart. You can take me.”
She took a deep breath and tried again, this time opening wide enough to take my tip into her mouth. I lightly squeezed the sides of her throat. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re doing so well. So hot and tight.”
She let out a little disgruntled sound and tried to take more of my cock. Her eyes watered, tears streaming down her face as she choked on me. My breaths came in ragged gasps. I pulled her off me, clenching my jaw in an effort to stop myself from coming, and pushed her back on Easton.
“You’re being such a good girl,” he said, taking over as he thrust into her mouth. “So good for both of your alphas. The perfect little omega.” Olive let out a moan of pleasure, and Easton swore. “I’m going to come, baby. Be a good girl and swallow every drop I give you.”
I stroked Olive’s hair as Easton came. There was something so hot about watching her take my packmate.
“You did so well, baby,” he murmured as Olive pulled off his cock. “So, so well. Now, are you going to finish Lars off like a good girl?”
She nodded and let him push her onto my cock. I stroked her cheek as she took me a little deeper. Pleasure shot through my body, tingling the base of my spine. “I’m coming,” I grunted, giving her the slightest warning before I came down her throat. A few drops of cum escaped, dripping down her chin, and I gathered it up, pressing my fingers into her mouth so she could suck it up.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I asked, crouching down beside her.
“Yeah,” she said dreamily. Her eyelids were heavy, and she reached her arms out to me. I gathered her to my chest and the three of us ended up in a tangle of limbs on the floor, with Olive on top of us.
My eyes drifted closed and I must have fallen asleep, only jolting awake when I felt lips sucking on my neck.
“Mmm, what are you doing?” I ran my hand down Olive’s back until I cupped her ass and gave it a hard squeeze. She let out a little squeak and nipped my neck. I groaned as the desire for her to bite me surged through me. My mouth watered as I imagined sinking my teeth into her, marking her as mine and bonding her forever.
“You know, I like my job, but this is definitely the best way I’ve ever spent my workday,” Easton mumbled. Olive was half lying on top of him, his hand firmly gripping her thigh.
She hummed. “I’m not sure this is what the NHLRGHLEC had in mind.”
My chest shook with laughter. Fuck, she was funny.
She gave a little sniff. “I get my work done early in the morning.”
I chuckled. “What a good girl.” She made a happy noise and snuggled closer to me. “What do you have to do?”
“I do daily checks to make sure all the equipment is running. I clean the lantern and viewing room, check the weather reports for storms. Those sorts of things.”
“You’re so smart. So beautiful. So smart,” Easton murmured, his words slurring as he fought sleep.
“Mmm, I guess I tired you out.” She trailed her fingers down Easton’s jaw. “So… are you guys a thing ?”
There was a beat of silence, and then Easton and I realized what she was asking. “No,” we both said in unison.
She pressed a kiss to my chest. “You seem very familiar with each other’s cocks.”
I snorted and my hand came down on her ass. “Behave yourself. ”
Easton’s eyes opened and he smiled. “We just spent one too many summers swimming in the ocean. Lars likes to swim commando. Show off that monster of his.”
“Swedes aren’t as fussed about nudity as you Americans,” I huffed.
“Well, that’s fine by me,” she said.