Chapter 47 Eli
Eli
I rip my mask off and breathe deep.
My mate.
My mate.
My mate.
The truth pours into every pore of my being. Her scent has climbed to the heights of a drug for my alpha. I need it, need her, with every fiber of my being.
“Blossom.”
“Princess?”
Zeke and Gage are both trying to communicate with Winnie, but our Winnie isn’t here anymore.
Her omega is in charge. That’s clear from her scent alone.
But when she looks around, I can see it in her blown pupils that won’t focus on anything and the high-pitched whine she lets out.
It’s the only way she can communicate her needs right now.
That sound is pure desperation, and it goes straight to my cock, thickening it to full, aching length.
At the same time the sound grates something in me.
I clench my teeth. I wish I could just enjoy it like every other alpha.
We’re flying down the highway, trying to get back to Corbin’s house. The pack house. Both. Whatever. It doesn’t matter. She needs me now, and I need her to be okay.
I move up the space between the two captain’s chairs and drop to my knees between Winnie’s legs. I look up into her eyes, blown wide and begging.
“You need me, omega?” I ask.
She nods, letting out a few of those heart-stomping omega whines. It grinds against my ears. I feel a hand next to mine as Rafe puts something in my palm. Noise canceling earbuds. Thank fuck. I stuff them in and the world goes quiet.
“Okay, Softness. Just lean back. I’ve got you,” I murmur.
My hands skim up the sides of her legs to her garters, hooking my fingers into the waistband and gently pulling down until I take them and the uncomfortable-looking heels off. Her expression relaxes and I smile, rubbing her for a moment before turning my attention to my omega’s slick-soaked center.
I lean forward, intending to ease her in with my mouth, but fingers tangle in my hair and tug sharply. There’s a message there, straight from the depths of her omega soul. Not today.
I straighten, hands fumbling at the buttons of my dress slacks.
Rafe drops to his knees between the chairs and swats my hands away.
He grips my hips and tugs, undoing the inner button.
His hand brushes my erection. Our eyes meet, and the tension between us spikes.
Fuck, I’m in heaven, trapped in this car with my omega and a hot as hell alpha who’s clearly ready to help wreck her.
Winnie’s perfume fills the car along with another high omega whine thats deeply muffled by the earbuds.
When I look back at her, she’s watching both of us with raw need and trembling hunger.
Her thighs are slicked with arousal, practically pulsing.
She’s shaking, hips tilted toward us like she wants to be filled and devoured at the same time.
She’s got her legs spread in the middle of traffic.
Anyone who drives by could glance in and see her tits shaking, her thighs open, her perfect pussy dripping for us.
“Perfect omega,” I growl.
I pull her hips closer so I’ve got easy access to her dripping core. Normally I’d work her into this, but she’s made it clear she’s done waiting. I don’t know when her pre-heat started, but the pain at her center has to be brutal by now.
Mine.
I snap forward and bury myself to the hilt in her tight, hot core in one movement. She’s so fucking tight, her body clutching around me like she’s trying to milk me already.
My Softness’s head falls back, her lips parting, but I can’t hear her. I thrust harder, slamming into her greedy center. Her legs fall wider, giving me more room. We’re making a mess of the seats. Corbin’s going to have to deal with that later.
Winnie’s mouth moves. Rafe shifts back. I don’t care. If he needs to talk her through this to feel included, that’s his choice.
Then there’s a hand on my shoulder.
I glance back. Rafe’s watching me with a wicked, mischievous glint in his eye. I tilt my head. He nods, then shakes it. Asking permission. I nod back. I trust Rafe. I trust my mate. Once I give my trust, I don’t second-guess it.
Rafe leans into the space between my abs and Winnie’s body.
As I pull back, his mouth closes over her clit, his tongue brushing me in the process.
My entire body jerks. His tongue grazes the shaft of my cock and I feel the vibration as he moans.
My thrusts get rougher. Rafe’s face is buried in the filthiest part of us both, licking like he wants to drown in it.
“Look at you,” I growl, I can't hear my own voice but I'm used to it. My hand is fisting his hair, keeping him buried. “You taste her while I fuck her? Good little alpha. Such a dirty fucker.”
Winnie writhes under us. Her hands claw at the seats, one trying to tug me closer, the other buried in Rafe’s hair against my hand like she can’t decide who she wants.
My other hand cups Winnie’s face, fingers brushing her cheek before my thumb slips into her mouth. Her tongue wraps around it, sucking greedily. I pull just enough to leave her mouth open.
Fuck.
Rafe gives one more slow lick, and Winnie clenches hard around me. Her pussy locks me in place. I drive forward, knot swelling and slipping home. It stretches her open, wider than she’s used to, and she whines so loud I feel it echo in my chest.
I watch the ecstasy and strain cross her face as I come deep inside her. My cock throbs as I flood her, knot fully seated, every spasm coating her insides with thick, claiming heat. Her belly twitches with it, pussy still fluttering like she’s trying to suck down every drop.
Rafe keeps licking where we’re joined. He doesn’t stop. His tongue teases the place we’re connected, lapping up anything that spills out, like she’s his last fucking meal.
One hand stays firm on Winnie’s face while the other threads through Rafe’s hair, holding us together as everything crashes down. Her thighs shake. My hips jerk. Rafe moans into her cunt like he’s coming too, and maybe he is.
"I love you, Eli," I read the words on her lips. She’s come down far enough to speak around her omega. My chest squeezes.
"Both of you," she says looking down at Rafe.
"I love you both too," I admit. Rafe I think already knows but it's good to say it out loud. "So much."