49. Teddy
Chapter 49
I t’s so hot, and it feels like I’m sandwiched between furnaces. Oh…wait, that’s my new mates. My face tries to stick to Vee’s stomach when I sit up, and my heat hazed brain isn’t sure if it’s due to sweat or other fluids. Normally that would gross me out completely, now it’s just kind of whatever. I slide away from Sam, feeling him slip free and moisture coat the back of my thighs. My neck is tender, but I don’t care. It’s amazing feeling my pack in my chest.
Steve’s a warm, comforting sensation, like being wrapped in a soft cozy blanket and held. Sam is almost overwhelming, less a warm embrace and more a raging inferno burning away any doubts I have, keeping me safe and protected from anything that might hurt me. He’s more confident than I give him credit for. The concern is still there, but it all seems to be for others.
I can’t wait to find out what Kelly feels like when we’re bonded. Something tells me sweet and sparky will be the internal flavor of my firecracker beta. It’s still too hot, and I make my way towards the door, needing water. I’ll need to look at getting a mini fridge or something in here before my next heat. A place to keep drinks where they won’t get hot from all the body heat in the room.
I’m almost to the door when I see five water bottles sitting on the floor. Kelly and Garret must have brought them back for us. I quickly guzzle one down, scanning the room and finding them passed out near the wall at the top of my nest. I know my sweet girl is tired, but I want to remember bonding her, not have it happen when I’m so far down the rabbit hole that I’m mindless with need.
My cock thickens at the thought of her using her new toy on me too…as long as it’s not at the highest setting. She was so adorably excited about getting to try a strap-on. Part of me hopes she enjoys it. Another part of me feels sorry for Garret if she does, because my once-best-friend would do anything to make her happy. Even take it up the ass. It probably wouldn’t be as enjoyable to him, but who knows, maybe he’ll learn something new about himself.
For the moment though, I make my way across my nest, carefully climbing over the mounds of pillows, and settling into place directly in front of my Pixie. She snores softly, and I wonder how long she’s slept. The water isn’t cold, but it was probably a bit less than room temperature. What time is it? Not like any of us are wearing a watch, and a clock in the nest is just anxiety inducing.
Brushing her hair back from her face, I lean in to kiss her—Garret’s eyes pop open behind her, shiny in the dim lighting. A low warning growl rattles out and he pulls her closer to his chest. After a moment he seems to realize who I am, and his growl fades to a low thrumming purr while he nuzzles the back of her head. He kisses her hair gently, unwinds his arms, and allows me to pull her into mine. Then he stands up and mouths the word “bathroom” before sneaking out of the nest.
My own purr starts up as I pull her close. Something about this girl makes me feel like I need to be sweet and gentle. Sam makes me feel safe and special, like he’ll take care of everything. Vee makes me feel dominant, like I need to make him submit. But Kelly, being with her makes me feel ten feet tall, like she’s this tiny, fragile person that I need to protect and take care of.
Of course, as clumsy as she is, she’s obviously not fragile. She’s a feisty little pixie who would probably take on an ogre for those she cares about. My head drops, pressing my lips to her forehead. The rational part of me wants to let her sleep because she’s been through so much. Unfortunately, the needy screaming omega part of me wants her to wake up so we can fuck, bite, and bond my sweet little beta.
Luckily, the answer is taken out of my hands when her eyes blink open. Kelly gazes up at me. Her voice is hoarse but happy, and she smiles. “Teddy, are you feeling any better? Want me to make you a sandwich?” It seems like a pretty random thing to ask an omega in heat, but at least she cares.
Leaning forward, I nibble on her ear, causing her to giggle. “I’d rather make a pixie sandwich with Sam. What do you think?”
Her sharp intake of breath makes me worried that I’ve fucked this all up, but when she meets my eyes again, her cheeks have gone that beautiful pink color—I can’t help but tease her. “Hmm, you like the idea of that, sweet girl? Sam and I at the same time?”
Her tongue comes out to wet her lips and I have to bite back a groan at the thoughts that are swirling in my head. My hand moves, cupping that blushing cheek and running my thumb along her plush bottom lip. “So, would you want me here?” I gently push against her mouth, and she opens, letting my thumb inside. When she sucks on it, I damn near lose myself right there.
Then she smiles at me, scraping her teeth over the pad of my thumb, and I’m done, gone, lost forever to a tiny beta girl who tells dad jokes, trips on flat surfaces, and thinks blue cheese is fancy. Sliding my thumb free, I pounce, pushing her flat against the mattress and capturing her lips. I swallow her tiny squeak of surprise and keep going. Coaxing her tongue out with mine, I suck lightly and she moans into me, her small body trapped under me, squirming and writhing. Driving me harder than I thought possible .
I love Sam, I love Steve, but there’s something about Kelly. The best word I can come up with is obsession. I would give up everything else in my life to have her, and the biggest reason for that is that she would never ask me to. She’d never want me to sacrifice anything for her. She wants me to be happy and feel amazing, just like I want that for her. Which is why I can have her and Steve and she can have Garret…and we can share Sam together or apart. He’s good either way.
Thinking about the big alpha seems to summon him, and a heavy hand lands on my back. Gasping, I pull away to look up at Sam. His voice is a low rumble. “Did I hear something about a pixie sandwich?” Kelly lets out another little gasp and moan, her body shivering where it’s pinned under mine. It makes my heat hormones surge, and I’m half tempted to tell Sam to go away so I can hold her down and lick her until I look like a glazed donut.
Sam's big hand comes around the back of my neck, possibly sensing my train of thought, possibly just feeling possessive. But instead of saying anything to me, he looks at Kelly. “You ready to try out all that training you’ve been doin’, Sugar? I saw you with Garret earlier. Can’t say I wasn’t a bit jealous.”
She tenses under me, her big, honey-colored eyes staring up at Sam. “No, Sugar, I’m not mad. That doesn’t mean I wouldn’t fucking kill to be buried inside you and trading bonding marks, though.” His voice is rough with desire, but he doesn’t push, waiting to see both of our reactions. Her eyes flick quickly from my face to his before she gives a tiny nod, and that’s all the encouragement I need .
Sliding down her body, I capture her hips, spread her thighs open, and swipe my tongue up her slit. She’s already so fucking wet for us. Muffled moans sound from above me, and I flick my eyes up to see that Sam has captured her lips, stealing her sounds of pleasure. My fingers glide up her thighs, sliding through the moisture I find there and using it to slide inside. Her hips jerk against me and I raise my head, checking that she’s ok after taking Garret earlier. I’ll do anything to keep from hurting my sweet pixie.
Her eyes are closed, head tilted back. I can’t see more of her face because Sam’s still kissing her. Her hands are tangled in his hair, holding him close, so hopefully that means it was a good hip movement. I go back to my feast, flicking my tongue over her clit before sucking it into my mouth, pumping two fingers into her. She twists and writhes between us, her body trying to arch away from the pleasure. I add an extra finger, because Sam is bigger than Garret, and none of us want her to have any discomfort, let alone pain.
I suck her clit again, and she clamps down on my thrusting fingers as her whole body bucks and shakes. I’m hit with even more wetness—glazed donut look achieved.
Sliding one finger down, I circle her back entrance. She shudders and makes little mewling noises. If we’re making a pixie sandwich instead of a spit-roast, then she’ll need to be comfortable back here as well.
She wiggles and moans as I gather more of her wetness and bring it back there, slowly working my way past the tight ring of muscle. I’ll stop if she wants me to, but honestly, I want to have this girl in any and every way she’ll let me.
Her sweet sounds drive me out of my mind, but when I try to lick her again, her hand comes down, gently stopping me. She pulls away from Sam with a gasp. “Sorry…’s too much…sensitive. Oh…god Teddy…” Her hand touches my cheek as my fingers continue their pressure. Sam sits up so he can see what I’m doing and his resulting chuckle is dark, sending a shiver down my spine.
“You like that, Sugar?” His mouth comes down, capturing her nipple and she jerks and mewls again.
Her voice is a broken rasp. “Please, oh…oh, Sam…Teddy. I…oh fuck, please, I’m so close. Please.” Sam chuckles again, his cheeks hollow, sucking harder—his free hand coming up, fingers pinching and tugging on her other nipple. He smiles, and I can see his teeth as he bites down. Not hard enough to break the skin. Not hard enough to bond her. But she screams and comes again, more of her wetness soaking the finger I still have buried in her heat. Her muscles finally loosen enough for me to breach her ass.
“Where do you want my mark, Sugar? Here?” Sam gently bites down on the top of her right breast. “Or here?” He takes her hand, laying deceptively gentle kisses down her wrist. “Personally, I’d choose here.” He licks his way back up to her neck, right over the vein pulsing near the surface, biting down hard enough to leave teeth marks. She spasms against me again with a long, keening cry. Huh, I wouldn’t have guessed that my little pixie likes a bit of pain.