Chapter 34
I should not be noticing another man’s dick when my Omega is naked and ready for the taking, but holy shit! Orion tattooed his dick? There is no way I would suffer through that level of pain. Even thinking about a needle touching my cock makes me cringe.
“Yeah, he does,” Bea purrs, pulling away from his lips to kiss down his chest, headed toward his very hard, very colorful cock. When she takes him into her mouth, we all groan.
Fuck, maybe I should get my dick tattooed if that’s how much she loves his ink.
“You ready for somethin’ new, sunshine?” Ridley palms her ass, spreading her cheeks wide. His thumb rubs over her asshole, and she tenses. Her body slowly relaxes as he plays with her, not yet pushing inside.
Knee-walking to the edge of the nest, I pull up a false wood panel to access the drawers Shiloh stocked with items we may need for her heat. The toys stay inside, better suited for another day, but I grab a bottle of lube.
If Ridley is going to take her ass, I’m going to enjoy preparing her. Nudging him out of the way, I lean down and lick the slick from her thighs and pussy. I’m ravenous. Devouring her like I’ll die if I don’t have the taste of her on my tongue.
Flavored lube enhances the experience. The artificial tropical flavor heightens the citrusy notes.
One thick finger works inside of her, stretching her as I edge her with my tongue. Each time I circle her clit, avoiding the rigid pleasure bud, she groans in protest. Orion’s hand in her hair stops her from voicing her protest, forcing her to take what we give her.
Pushing another finger into her ass, I fuck her pussy with my tongue. Pleasure burns. My cock so hard it aches. I slip my hand into my shorts and tug. A few shallow jerks just to take the edge off.
Groans turn to moans, her walls fluttering as she teeters on the edge of release. Adding a third finger, I give her what she wants and suck her clit between my lips. Her body locks, head popping off Orion’s dick as she screams.
“Fuck me already,” she demands, wiggling her ass in the air as she swallows Orion again.
“Whatever you wish for,” Ridley promises, grinning as he lifts her body far enough for me to slide beneath her at an angle.
He kneels between my thighs and presses into her slowly, drizzling more lube on his length as he goes.
“Fuck, your ass feels amazing. Almost as mind-blowing as your pussy. Or your mouth. There isn’t any part of you that doesn’t feel like heaven, sunshine. ”
He thrusts against her. Several powerful strokes, then he stills. I line myself up, letting her slick drip down my length before I notch myself at her entrance. The vice grip of her pussy turns strangling with Ridley in her ass. Holy Fates, this is a tight fit.
My knot bumps against her clit, hips tilting to grind down on me when I bottom out. Our rhythm is choppy at first, a discordant beat that settles into a sultry melody.
“That’s it, kitten,” I growl, losing all sense of myself as I pound into her. “Come for your Alphas. Break our fucking cocks off.”
“Dude,” Ridley groans, “your dirty talk needs work.”
I smirk when Bea locks around us, screaming around Orion’s length as she comes undone.
My body moves on instinct, pulling her down onto my knot.
Pulse after pulse of my cum flood her molten core.
The pleasure bursts into a supernova when I feel Ridley’s knot swell in her ass, pressing against mine.
Bea writhes between us, mindless from the endlessly drawn-out orgasm.
“Fates, butterfly,” Orion curses, pulling out of her mouth and wrapping a fist around his length. I watch as his cum sprays her cheek and neck, choking back a laugh when he rubs it into her skin.
Possessive urges can be gross sometimes. Nobody wants to sleep with crusty cum on their face.
We’re a pile of panting, sweat-soaked bodies when our knots finally deflate. Wetness floods from Bea’s worn-out pussy, soaking my groin and the blanket beneath me.
“Ugh, I need another shower,” she whines. Laughing, I sweep her into my arms and shuffle out of the nest. Orion and Ridley flop onto their backs, still catching their breath, so I leave them to clean up our mess and focus on taking care of my Omega.
“Don’t worry, kitten, I’ll get you cleaned up.”
Bea snorts, head falling against my shoulder as she looks up at me. “You’ll just dirty me again when we get back into the nest.”
“Probably.” I grin, pressing the fancy control panel to heat her shower. “But aftercare is the best part.”
It’s Friday evening, two days after the chaotic dinner with Bea’s parents and the day before we all officially move into the penthouse. Even with all five of us helping, alongside whatever friends and family we could rally, I know tomorrow is going to be stressful for my Omega.
Bea has spent the entire week mumbling complaints about packing, unpacking, messed up scents, and everything in between. Her impending heat is making her moody, and a big change like moving isn’t helping her maintain emotional balance.
What she needs is a stress-free, sexy night out.
Exactly what I have planned for us.
Knocking the door to the bunk room open, I spy Lex lying on his back in a spare cot. Why this asshole isn’t taking advantage of his room at Shiloh’s, I can’t say. Wouldn’t be me, though. Sleeping here is like spending the night camping without a sleeping bag. It quickly fucks your back up.
“Get dressed,” I tell him, plopping a dress shirt and jeans onto his face. “We’re taking our girl out.”
I hear his huff of annoyance on my way out the door, but I don’t look back. He’s been putting in the effort to fix things with Bea, so I know he will not pass up an opportunity to spend time with her.
Twenty minutes later, we’re on the highway headed into Starburgh to pick our mate up from work. I already grabbed her a stunning little dress to throw on, with a pair of fuck-me heels to match.
I might break someone’s nose later for staring too long, but it will be worth it to grind against her curvy little body and tease her bare skin.
“So, what’s the plan?” Lex asks as we crawl through city traffic.
“Dinner and dancing at Fairytale. Orion’s suggestion, since they’ve apparently met up there in the past.”
He scowls, but nods. Sure, a packed club is a security nightmare. It’s not like she’ll ever be alone. Neither of us will let her out of our sight tonight. We never do.
Surprise colors Bea’s cheeks a faint peachy pink when we meet her in the lobby of Soulbound’s building. Shiloh is at her side and greets us both with a nod. I already filled the rest of our makeshift pack in on our plans. The only one unaware is the gorgeous woman stalking toward me.
“Hello, kitten.”
“Alphas.” She glances at Lex, letting him know she sees him, too. “What are you doing here?”
I hum, brushing my lips along her jaw and across her lips. “It’s a surprise.”
She laughs, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck and pull me down to kiss her properly. I take my time, savoring the taste of her lips and the softness of her body melting against mine. The rest of the world ceases to exist when I have my Fate-matched mate in my arms.
When she pulls away, eyes bright with want, I wink and spin her to face Shiloh. He grips her chin with one hand, tilting her head up so he can savage her lips the same way I did. Pressing a kiss to her temple, he steps back. “Have fun, and be careful, my heart. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Lex offers Bea his hand, overcome with a shyness that has me choking back a laugh. The man can make a weaker Alpha cry with a single look, yet he’s brought to his knees by one feisty Omega. If I didn’t feel the same, I might tease him for it.
Outside my car, Bea pauses, leaning over to press her lips to Lex’s. It ends too soon, and I clap him on the back when she slides into the passenger seat.
We have all night to enjoy our mate. Our first priority is food. No one wants to deal with a hangry Bea.
“So, what’s the surprise?”
I turn the music up louder, laughing when she crosses her arms over her chest and glares at me. My mate enjoys pretending she doesn’t like surprises. The way her eyes light up tells a different story.
Dinner goes smoothly. Though there was never any doubt it would. Our Omega loves food. A trait we all appreciate as we suffer through her ravenous appetite for sweets and our cum. A task we enjoy nearly as much as she does.
“So what now?” Bea asks as we walk down the sidewalk. The restaurant is only two blocks from Fairytale, with my car parked in a lot in between.
I pretend not to hear her, humming and swinging our joined hands between us. My brat comes out to play when she slips her fingers from mine and dances to Lex’s side, sliding against him and giving me a sultry look as she takes his lips.
“If you’re trying to rile me up, kitten, it’s working.”
“I love your attention, little brat,” Lex growls against her cheek, “but if you don’t behave, we’ll never get to our destination.”
“And that’s a bad thing because?” Sass coats her voice, and she pops her hip to the side, enjoying teasing us.
“We’re trying to court you.”
Color flushes up her cheeks, and not from the late November air. “Oh.” If I couldn’t feel her delight, I’d worry about the lack of reaction. Lex, however, furrows his brows, but doesn’t question her.
Fairytale looms ahead of us. A line already wraps down the sidewalk and around the corner of the building, but we bypass it, immediately being let in by security.
I’ve never been to this club. Often too overwhelmed by the press of bodies and the loud noises. Watching Bea light up as we walk inside, I know I’ll suffer through all of this shit so long as that smile stays on her face.