Chapter Forty- Seven
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“Willow,” I whisper, keeping a close watch on her response. Her gentle breathing lets me know she’s still deeply asleep, and a dark thrill rushes through me. Asleep. Vulnerable. Mine.
My fingers slide below the covers, reaching for the sweetness beside me, naked and unaware. They tease the smooth skin of her ribcage, and she doesn’t move or make a sound. Has there ever been a more perfect woman?
Growing bolder, I creep lower, deciding what I’d like to do first. The swell of her hip is soft, and I caress the smooth skin, bringing her back tight against my front.
My cock twitches impatiently, but if I want her to stay asleep, then I must go slowly.
Her sweet honeysuckle scent is like a drug, drawing me closer and closer to nirvana.
I wrap around her, bringing my hand between her thighs. A groan leaves me as I find her already wet and waiting. After dipping my fingers in the trail of slick, I bring them to my mouth and sample her flavor. Sweet honeysuckle explodes on my tongue. I’m ravenous for more.
Willow lets out a breathy sigh when I find her clit, deliberately circling the sensitive bundle of nerves but not touching it. Cujo shifts in his sleep beside us, and I hold my breath. Don’t wake up. Don’t wake up.
His nose twitches, but fortunately, his eyes remain shut. This moment belongs to me alone, for a little longer. And I’d better take advantage of it.
My omega’s pussy is weeping for me, her slick soaking my hand with every revolution until her hips roll.
With a firm hold on her leg, I lift it until it’s resting over my thigh, making room to slide my cock between her folds.
My baby girl’s wetness soaks me, and when her breathing hitches, I know I need to move faster if I want to wake her with an orgasm.
Notching my head at her entrance, I press slowly inside, and marvel as she stretches to accommodate me.
Willow’s pussy flutters, and a sleepy moan breaks the silence of the room.
Bringing one hand up to her throat, I keep the other busy between her legs as I work my way into her sweet cunt.
When I’m fully inside, I stop, needing to feel her orgasm around me.
My cock’s sheathed deep within her, head touching her womb, and I enjoy the way her walls ripple at my intrusion.
I roll the sensitive nub between my fingers, rhythmically, growing faster as she gets closer to waking.
Cujo’s eyes snap open, and his nostrils flare.
His gaze flows over Willow, taking it all in, and his tongue flicks out to taste the air.
He scoots forward, wrapping his lips around her nipple and sucking hard.
Wetness gushes from our sleeping mate, honeysuckle bursting into the air, and a moan leaves her lips.
Cujo’s hand joins mine, holding her open as I gently rut into her while thumbing her clit. Her hips roll involuntarily, seeking more, and I increase my speed.
“Time to wake up, honeybee,” Cujo growls, bringing his fingers down on her clit with a stinging slap that cracks through the air. With a gasp, Willow’s eyes pop open, and she screams, an orgasm tearing through her at breakneck speed.
“Oh. Oh. Oh. Yessssss.” Her hands fist the sheets as she shakes, slick coating my knot. In a heartbeat, I twist us until she’s belly down on the bed.
“That’s right, baby girl. Take it. Feel what you do to me.
” Hiking her hips up, I dig my knees into the bed, snapping forward until I’m so deep she’ll be feeling me for days.
My knot throbs, ready to lock deep within my omega, but I hold off, needing her to unravel around me first. Her sweet pussy clamps around me, bringing comfort and reassuring me she’s still here.
Even with everything she’s been through, the fear, the threats, my omega is still fighting. She lets out a strangled moan. My hips stutter, and I open my mouth to check in.
“Keep going. She’s nearly there,” Cujo offers; his connection to our girl reassures me. Can’t believe I fucked that up. My teeth ache, ready to bite and bond my perfect omega, but I hold back. It needs to be perfect.
Willow’s eyes fall to the edge of the bed where Cujo watches her, fisting his own cock.
“Mine,” she snarls, an omega demand if I’ve ever heard one. Unwilling to deny our girl, Cujo knee walks across the mattress, and I help Willow onto her hands and knees. With a happy moan, her lips claim his pierced head, and she thrusts back hard against me.
My hand slides over her hip until I find her clit, working it as I thrust into her. Sweat trickles down my back as my balls draw up.
“Come for me, omega,” I growl, our bodies moving together in a frenzy of need and lust. Willow mewls around Cujo, her cries growing with every moment until her body seizes up and her pussy clamps down, sucking me in.
I surrender, my knot swelling deep inside her, locking us together as my cum erupts, coating her walls. She flutters around me, and I grind into her, pleased as she comes over and over. Cujo follows, and she gulps down her reward.
“Good fucking girl,” I mutter, rubbing her back. My legs threaten to give out, and I turn us gently onto our sides. Holding Willow close, I kiss along her neck, listening as her heartbeat slows.
“I can’t say I minded waking up that way.” She giggles when I nuzzle her cheek. She already carries my scent, but I can’t help but mark her in any way she’ll allow.
“Remember you said that. I’m not going to be able to hold back,” I warn, my cock hardening, even though we’re still locked together. Willow sighs contentedly, and Cujo reaches for her hand, needing that connection as well.
“I wouldn’t want you to.” An easy quiet descends on the room, but as Cujo’s gaze meets mine, there’s concern in his depths and I’m reminded of what today is.
Free Willow day. The first time she’ll leave us since the mice incident.
“Honeybee. You’ll be careful today. Promise it.” He squeezes her hand.
“I’ll be perfectly safe. It’s the shelter, for crying out loud,” Willow huffs, her muscles tensing.
“We know you’re comfortable there,” I interrupt, not wanting them to argue after such a perfect morning. “It should be safe, but we’ll have our phones on us. If you feel like anything is out of place, call. We trust your judgment.”
It’s enough to placate my prickly omega, and she melts back into me. My arms go around her, hands finding her soft breasts, and she wiggles at the contact.
“And we’re sending Lassie with you too,” Cujo adds, his face a mask. “No arguments.”
She opens her mouth to protest, but his lips seal over hers in a dirty kiss that has her clenching over my knot. At this rate I’ll keep her locked on me for hours.
Just the way I like it.