Chapter Thirty- Four
Willow
The press of my Alphas enveloping me sends me to a different place.
An instinctual, primal way of being I’ve never experienced before.
Their heady scents swirl, filling my nose.
Although there’s an entire dance floor of people surrounding us, it’s like we’re the only people in existence.
My cheek brushes against the cool leather of Lincoln’s cut in front of me, while Cujo grinds against me from behind.
Leather, whiskey, and caramel apple come together to form a potent combination that makes need pulse through me in time to the music, growing with each heady gulp of air.
The steady beat guides our movements, and my pussy throbs. Spreading my legs as far as my skirt will allow, I grind against Linc’s thigh. Slick soaks through my panties, perfuming the air. Both Alphas let out lusty growls, singing to my inner omega.
And then, Cujo whispers, “Come home with us tonight.”
I knew we were heading here, yet somehow I’m still surprised by the offer. Being with my two scent-matches should be as natural as breathing, but the question makes the real world come crashing back in. I crave them, and I’m terrified.
Not because of the sex—hell, I want to give them everything.
But will I be able to walk away afterward? What happens when Pack Mordred joins the party?
I waffle for a moment, indecision stirring in my gut.
What I want warring with what I should do, turning me into a jumble of confusion.
There’s no doubting this would be a bad idea—sex makes things more complicated—and there are only three weeks before I need to testify.
I hope I’ll return, but my future is in flux.
If it were only about me, I would dive in headfirst, but I have my sisters to consider. At the same time, if this might end any minute…
“Yes, absolutely yes.” The words leave my lips, puffing into the air, and I can’t take them back. I don’t want to. If we only get this one chance, these few weeks together, every second counts and I refuse to waste it being scared.
Fucking jump.
“How about we go to mine?” I want them in my space, leaving their scents in my nest.
Lincoln lets out a whoop of excitement, and my world spins. Cujo snatches me off the ground and tosses me over his shoulder before barreling off the packed dance floor.
“Hey, put me down.” I laugh, smacking his cut. He’s so much taller than me that even hanging over his shoulder, my arms don’t reach his butt—just his waist.
“No way.” My mini skirt slides up my thighs, but before I can mention it, Cujo places his warm, wide palm over the back of my legs to protect my modesty. “I’m not taking any risks. We’re getting out of here now.”
We garner curious glances, but the crowd parts for my giant Alpha. Gy follows behind us, shaking his head and chuckling as if we’re silly kids. My stomach swoops, fun and free. I haven’t been this happy in forever.
“I promise, I won’t change my mind.” His hand remains, covering me, the proximity to my pussy making it clench with need. Slick drenches my panties, and I perfume. A plume of honeysuckle cracks through the air just as we venture outside into the cool evening.
“God, you smell amazing; I can’t wait to taste you.” His fingers curl into my skin. Barely holding on by a thread.
“And knot me?” I’m so ready to take the next step with them.
“You’re going to be such a good girl on the back of my bike. Then I’m going to make you come so many times that you pass out from pleasure.” He swings me off his shoulder, sliding my body down his. Every bump and ridge caresses me just right, making my breath catch in my throat.
A warm presence presses into me from behind.
“Need to hear that sound over and over again, baby girl.” Linc’s deep rumble vibrates down my back, leaving goosebumps dancing along my skin.
He pulls my thick braid over my shoulder and trails kisses down my neck.
“You gonna let both of us take care of you tonight?”
Am I? Swallowing, I wet my lips. “If you let me look after you, too.” He sucks in a sharp breath, his teeth scraping against my sensitive skin. Bite me. I can’t afford to utter the words, but they bubble up in my brain.
“We can negotiate on the way. Let’s get out of here.” Lincoln takes my hand in his, twining our fingers, and ushers me toward the two motorcycles. I stare between them, not loving that I’m going to have to part from one of my Alphas.
“I wish we could all ride together.” I can’t stop my lower lip from jutting out in a pout. Seeing it, Lincoln lowers his head, nipping until I gasp.
“Your wish is my command, sweet girl. I’ll make Cujo his very own sidecar.” The idea of my enormous Alpha crammed into one amuses me, even while Cujo growls.
“No fucking way! If someone’s sitting in a bitch-car, it’ll be you: I’m bigger.
That’s for puny little Alphas like you.” Taking advantage of Cujo’s temporary distraction, Linc snags my waist and runs for his bike, slipping me onto the front before jumping on behind me.
He yanks me tightly against him, then smooths my skirt between my legs, making me squirm.
“I’m driving?” The words come out breathless as the engine roars to life.
“Wait! What the hell! You can’t steal her,” Cujo shouts, stomping our way, murder plastered across his face. Lincoln laughs maniacally, placing my hands on the handlebars beside his.
“Lean back into me, baby girl.” His voice rumbles in my ear as he speeds out of the parking lot, kicking up dust and rocks.
“MOTHERFUCKER!” Cujo booms, running for his own bike.
“Before we get to your house, I have important questions, and I want honest answers. There’s absolutely nothing you can say that’s wrong.” His words are a demand, and while one hand steers the motorcycle, the other lands low on my belly, making me squirm.
“Okay, Lincoln.” I try to ignore the warmth of his palm and the vibration between my legs. My skin flushes, the urge to arch and grind shooting through me.
“We talked a little about limits, but before we jump in, I need to know them.” His hand gets lower, sliding the hem of my skirt up inch by inch as the world flashes by at top speed.
“I… don’t know. I haven’t had much experience.” The wind catches my wanton moan as he slides his fingers higher along my inner thigh. Closer. Please…
“That’s okay, beautiful. I’ll talk, and you tell me if it’s something you want to explore. Green for yes. Yellow maybe. Red for hell no. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.” I grip the handles until my knuckles turn white, trying not to grab Linc’s hand and bring it where I need him most.
“What about me touching your pretty little pussy in public?” The thought makes slick drip from my core.
“Green.” Can we do it now? I’m already on the edge, and he hasn’t caressed more than my thigh.
“What about submitting to your Alphas? Letting us be in charge in the bedroom?”
“Green.” Being guided sounds hot as hell.
“Spanking. When you’re naughty.” His fingers slide up until he cups my aching center possessively, and I nearly jump off the bike at the jolt of electricity that races through me.
“Yellow. Interested, but not into pain.” He rubs his cheek against mine, his scent deepening with desire as he marks my skin.
“Noted. We’ll approach that one slowly. What about anal?” My pussy flutters under the weight of his palm.
“Touch me,” I whine, and the bike speeds up. Wind plasters my hair against my face as we race down the road.
“Not yet, baby girl, not until I have you home safe.” He’s curled around me, sweet caramel apple thick in my nose, and I wish we were already there.
"Now, focus. You have two Alphas. Do you want to be sandwiched between us, rutting into you from all sides?” My heart thunders, the visual making my mouth dry.
So much slick gushes from me that my panties give up the fight, and I drip onto his hand.
“So green.” My house comes into view.
“Tying you up. Completely at our mercy…”
“Red. Is that okay?”
He hums against my neck. “Your wants are always okay. And it’s also safe for you to change your mind.
What’s green one day might be red another.
Adding it to the list.” There’s not a hint of frustration in his voice, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
He’s on board to try whatever I want and not the other way around.
“Can I use your body while you’re asleep?
Wake you up by coming on my tongue, or my cock, or my knot?
Make you sleep with me deep inside you?” A shudder of desire rolls through my body.
I never knew that was a thing, but holy hell, yes, please sign me up.
I’m so caught up, images dancing through my mind, that I barely notice we’ve stopped in front of my house.
“Green, so fucking green.” I twist my head to look at him, and his mouth descends on mine with a kiss that’s possessive, feral, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
Not breaking the kiss, he kicks his leg over the bike and hauls me into his arms, then leaps my porch stairs two at a time to bring us to the front door.
“Keys?” he questions, and my heart flip-flops. I left my purse on the table at the bar.
“Oh no! They’re in my bag!” This place is a veritable Fort Knox. My omega whines, knowing we’ll need to continue this at Lincoln’s instead of deep within my nest. Or worse… go back to retrieve it and completely kill the mood.
Cock-blocked by my own stupidity.
“Got it right here!” Cujo leaps from his motorcycle. “I realized seconds after you left that we forgot it, so I went back to grab it.”
“My hero!” I cry, and he plucks me from Linc’s arms, rubbing his scent all over me. Cujo tosses my purse roughly into Linc’s chest.
“My turn, fucker. Get us inside.” His mouth descends on mine, devouring me, with an intensity that makes my soul soar.