Chapter 3
Three
Kade
Attempting to push away my concern for Vivian is incredibly difficult, but the sweet scent of her slick helps. Ignoring the way she behaved a few minutes ago goes against everything in my nature. The alpha in me demands to figure out why the actual fuck my omega hissed at Jarek.
Vivie never hisses at us. She saves that energy for a threat. My Vivie may be different and challenge the minds of professionals, but never has she felt threatened by her pack. We're family, a unit. We're beyond a soul bonded pack. Our hearts are held in each other's palms.
Vivian is selectively mute for shit’s sake. Her communication is in the bond, her body language, and eyes. She doesn't even fucking yell.
At least she never used to. What's changed?
The shock in Jarek’s eyes told me it came out of nowhere. While that might be true situationally, nothing so serious comes without a reason.
Our omega has been different the past few days, and it's up to me to figure out what's causing the shift. Feeding her, making her smile, and encouraging her to talk have never been so hard.
All of that goes on the back burner as soon as her scent explodes—the saltiness of it tickles my nose and clouds my mind. Vivie's blue eyes blow out, a telltale sign that her omega is riding her judgement now.
"Hi, little Omega," I whisper, stroking my hand down her right cheek.
She whimpers and wiggles beneath me, only to frown when she realizes we're still dressed. She needs us, skin to skin. Her shirt comes off first, mussing up her auburn hair, and her jeans go next.
Like her lucid self, Vivie's omega is quiet and watchful. With her head cocked and her pointy canines sparkling in the low lighting, I feel like I'm being hunted. Not actively, but like my wisp of an omega is plotting something.
A low groan beside us draws my attention away from the soaking wet lace between Vivian's thighs.
I find Jarek grabbing Silas around the back of his neck and flipping our beta onto his stomach beside Vivie.
The sharp pain of biting my lip doesn't do much to dull the desire rising in me. My dick definitely likes it too.
"Fuck," Silas groans, thrusting his bare cock into the mattress. The round globes of his ass make my teeth ache, but I keep myself steady between Vivian's legs instead of marking him with my bite. I'll never tire of seeing my teeth marks on my mates.
My hands have a mind of their own, trailing up Vivie's soft thighs and tickling the edge of her panties. Hearts pounding and scents whirling, Vivian and I watch our two pack mates. Jarek, usually the easygoing one of us men, slaps Silas' ass.
He grunts and whips his head up to glare over his shoulder. "What was that for?"
"You know what," Jarek snarls, and to the pleasure of my cock, he forces Silas to suck on two of his fingers. "No topping me, Beta."
Jarek removes his fingers, uses his dry hand to shove Silas' head back down and plunges the dripping fingers into his tight asshole. Vivian sucks in a sharp breath at the same time Silas moans and rocks back into his alpha's touch.
We men love to play rough sometimes. We've learned Vivie's boundaries and make conscious efforts to release some of the extra energy on each other instead of her.
Silas can give as good as he gets, but he's still our bottom.
He tops Vivie like a fucking pro, though.
That's my favorite show to watch, and what makes it even better is Jarek, my hot alpha, taking my dick deep in his tight ass.
Fuck. I'm losing myself really fast. Needing something to ground me, I turn my attention back to my sweet woman aching for me.
She stays so still, taking in their hot as fuck scene. I fucking love it when their roles reverse and Silas lets go enough to push Jarek's buttons so that the playful man snaps.
Rewarding my girl with a teasing caress on her clit above her panties, I smirk down at her. "You like that, Vivian? Jarek is going to fuck the neediness right out of Silas."
I know what she's going to say. As much as I want to hear her voice all day every day, my soul still sings with happiness any opportunity I get to hear her.
"Yes, Alpha."
"Such a good fucking girl," I snarl and rip her panties from her creamy skin. "And you know what good girls get, don't you?"
I don't give her a chance to respond or even nod because the red haze of my alpha instincts take control. I need to taste her. To have her dripping wet cunt on my mouth.
Bending at the waist, I place a hand on her stomach and use my other to pin her right leg to the side. "Mine."
Her whimpering sigh sends chills down my spine as she submits to my desire. I know she wants my knot, but she also wants to please me. And I’m eager to eat her sexy pussy before I shove my knot so far inside of her, I earn a scream from her lips.
The first taste of her slippery cunt encourages me to dive deeper.
Absently, I acknowledge how sensitive she must be to be writhing as much as she is, but she keeps her hands fisted in the sheets.
Only one thing can make me stop my devouring.
When I glance up, hoping to capture her gaze, her head is flung back and her mouth is popped open with ecstasy. No, she doesn't want me to stop.
Rumbling against her sweet, salty pussy, my pride doubles at the extra spasm of her limbs. I growl again, giving her the vibrations her body craves, and because I'm absolutely bound to her pleasure, I drag a sharp tooth over her pulsing clit.
Vivian fucking explodes. Her slim frame tenses and fights me, but I force her to stay put as waves and waves of pleasure course through her body. In the bond, she's a vibrating, excited, needy omega who is quick to demand more.
When her tiny hands tug on my hair, I allow her to pull me away from the apex of her thighs. "You are fucking exquisite," I praise, leaning back on my heels as she catches her breath.
Her tits heave with each inhale and her blue eyes flutter closed in relief. Allowing her a moment to enjoy the stall in cramps, I glance over at Silas and Jarek. To my complete surprise, they're in the same position, having paused their intimacy.
My tongue tingles with the joy of having her slick in my mouth, and my lips feel cool due to the residual cream on them. A wicked smirk pulls on my lips.
"Who wants a taste?"