50. Kelly
Chapter 50
M y body feels limp and wrung out and so, so good. Teddy pulls me up and turns me on my side so my back is against his stomach. One big hand brushes my hair back from my forehead while the other comes up and rubs down his jaw, wiping my juices off before sucking on his fingers. “I need you, Pixie, want to feel you here.” The hand he was licking moves down over his heart, and I know just what he means. I can feel Garret deep inside me, cool and calm, relaxed.
Sam passes him a small bottle and I have a brief moment of panic before Teddy pulls me higher, kissing my neck. His soft lips trailing over the indents left by Sam’s teeth. My body moves automatically, wiggling against him until one hand tangles in my hair and the other grabs my hip to pin me to his chest. “ Please, Kelly.” His voice is barely a whisper in my ear, and with his grip on my hair, I can’t even nod.
My own voice rasps out a, “Yes,” and then Sam claims my lips again. Teddy releases my hair, his hands gripping my shoulder and hip as he grinds against me. Sam runs his fingers over my breasts, down to tweak my nipples while he plunders my mouth. All I can do is open to them while bolts of pleasure rocket through me. Sam’s fingers drop lower to dip inside, Teddy behind me, thrusting against me before the click of the bottle has him pushing his well lubricated fingers against my back passage again.
Gotta say, that’s not a thing I ever thought I’d be dealing with. Pegging him, sure he suggested it. Anything near my behind, it’s a bit of a shock. Not bad, though, not at all. Little zings of pleasure ripple up my spine with every movement. Between both of their attention, I come again. I already feel like a floppy wet noodle, my body having seized and relaxed so many times that my muscles are worn out. How the heck do omegas do this for a few days? Teddy still seems pretty coherent, so maybe it’s less intense for boy omegas?
My consciousness is floating down from somewhere in the stratosphere when I feel Teddy again, but it’s thicker than the two fingers he already had inside me. I fight the need to tense up, and he grunts behind me as the head of his cock breaches me. I let out a shocked squeak and they both freeze, Sam’s thumb stops circling my clit, his fingers pause their thrusting and scissoring inside me. The only movement is the up and down of Teddy’s chest and his harsh panting against the back of my neck.
It sounds like he’s speaking through clenched teeth. “You ok there, Kelly? Did I hurt you, Love? Fuck, you’re so goddamned tight.” His hands are shaking where they grip me, but it takes a moment for me to be able to catch my breath to answer.
“Yeah…yes, I’m ok. Just…a bit of a shock. Can we…can we go slow, please?” Sam’s purr rumbles to life from where he’s pressed against my front, and it only takes a second for my body to start relaxing. Almost immediately Teddy starts purring too, and that is a completely different sensation since it sends tiny vibrations through his whole body. I repeat…his whole body. I’m now impaled…in my butt…with a purring vibrator, and I have to bite back a laugh before they think I’ve lost my mind.
They continue to purr for me, as their movements start back up, first Sam’s hands, the one that’s not partially inside me coming up to cup my cheek, watching my face for any signs of distress as his fingers go back to pumping in and out. His eyes flick over my shoulder, lightning quick, and he nods his head before turning his attention back to me. Teddy starts to move, his fingers contracting and twitching as he slowly sinks inside of me.
Teddy stops when his hips come to rest against my butt. His breathing is heavy, and he peppers soft kisses all over the back of my neck and shoulders. If it weren’t for the initial shock of stretch, I don’t think there would have been any problems. I can’t say it feels good exactly, but I’m definitely full. Sam’s eyes go over my shoulder again, and I kinda feel like smacking these guys for having silent conversations around me.
Sam pulls away, his hands leaving me, and I want to snatch them back. They felt so good. Instead, I let out another little whimper as Teddy rolls onto his back, taking me with him. His hands slide down under my thighs to lift them and spread me open.
Sam is left kneeling in front of me. He stares at us both, his eyes gleaming in the dim lights that Teddy strung across the ceiling. He does a quick check-in. “Teddy, you ok under there?” My omega only answers with a pained groan, but his purr gets louder, the vibrations making me moan and gush more wetness.
“Fuck, Sugar…You’re killing me here.” Sam’s voice sounds pained as he crawls closer, bracing himself against my splayed thighs. His eyes are dark when his gaze trails over my body, and I shiver a bit, despite how warm the room is. Teddy’s fingers flex under my thighs as he raises me like an offering to our alpha, and I can see Sam’s Adam’s apple bob up and down. He reaches out, trailing his fingers from my throat all the way down to my weeping core.
It’s too tense in here, and I want to beg him to take, stop, go, do something before I explode. I must let out a whimper or something, because Sam jerks like he got goosed.
Then he’s moving with a purpose. One hand comes down, brushing over Teddy’s fingers to hold my thighs open. He brings the other up, holding himself, stroking the fat head of his cock against me. Spreading my moisture around before dipping inside. The stretch is intense in this position. Everything feels tight, and I’m sure having Teddy shoved in there doesn’t help that. Sam tries to be gentle, sinking in slowly. His breath comes in short gasps with several muttered utterances of, “Fuck!”
By the time his knot brushes against my entrance, I can barely breathe, I’m stuffed so full. Sam leans over me, eyes intent on my face, looking for signs of pain. “You still with us, Sugar?” I reach for him, my fingers tracing over his face, running across his short beard. He closes his eyes for a moment, savoring the sensation before he captures my fingers and brings them to his lips, kissing the tips.
“Gonna move now, Kelly. You sure you’re alright?” I manage to nod this time, and his resulting smile tears at my heart. He leans up, back straight, and hands gripping my thighs as he swivels his hips. Teddy lifts me a bit higher and then his stomach flexes under my back, thrusting into me.
My breath comes out in harsh pants as they find a rhythm that works. Pushing and pulling against me, it feels like my whole body is about to explode. So many sensations. Teddy’s breath is a gasping pant against my ear. Jumbled words, a mix of devotion and profanity, praise and degradation, spill from his lips as his grip gets tighter and he slams his hips against me.
In front of me, Sam looks almost stoic in his intensity as he stares down at where we’re joined. His hips pumping, he moves his hand and then his thumb is circling my clit. He lets out a deep, shuddering gasp. His rhythm stutters as I’m pitched over the edge. I fall into an abyss where fireworks skate across my skin.
Teddy’s fingers dig into me, almost painfully, then teeth sink into the back of my neck, right above my spine, and I cry out, arching against the pain and pleasure all mixed together. There’s more pain, though not as sharp, but an ache as Sam thrusts hard into me, his knot already almost too big to fit. I gasp against the stretch, the sensation of being too full.
Another set of teeth takes the side of my throat, this one sharp enough to set off more fireworks. I can’t tell where one orgasm ends and the next begins as they roll through me. Each twitch setting off fresh waves of sparks under my skin until I feel like I’m going to pass out. My chest swells, my heart feeling like it might give out as I’m hit with a swirling bedlam of feelings and sensations. The overwhelming sense of devotion leaves me gasping for breath.
I don’t even realize my eyes are squeezed shut until a warm hand caresses my jaw. Sam’s voice is quiet, barely heard over the loud panting behind me. “Mark me back, sweet girl. Please. I want you deep inside. Always.” My head is tilted and firm flesh meets my lips. I open automatically, but biting down is still difficult. Breaking through skin isn’t something I’m used to. Then salty copper and warm cedar caress my senses—the intense feelings in my chest growing, swirling and settling, love, devotion, joy.
Sam jerks inside of me, his knot throbbing as he comes again. He raises me up, wrapping me in his arms. Teddy and I both gasp as he slides out of me. Sam pulls Teddy up so he’s kneeling beside me. His face is flushed, eyes glazed. “Now, Teddy’s turn. Do you have the energy, Kelly? We can wait, but the memory won’t be as good once his heat hits fully.” I nod dumbly. This is important. Teddy’s mine, and I need to make sure everyone knows.
I twist my torso, opening my arms, and Teddy slides towards me. Not a full collapse, but he nuzzles into my neck, licking and kissing over the mark Sam made, and causing our alpha to shiver, his cock twitching inside me again. “Where do you want it, Sugar?” Leaning forward, I pick my spot, just next to Sam’s slightly towards the front. Last one, I bite.
Teddy is softer, and no stubble. My teeth break the skin but I don’t get the heavy copper flavor that came with my alphas, just sweet cookies. It’s probably because my omega is releasing so many pheromones, but I’m grateful, regardless. His sweet, comforting warmth spreads through my chest. Like sinking into his arms. I feel safe and protected.
I kiss the damaged skin when I pull away, but don’t have another moment before he lunges at Sam. His own bonding mark suddenly overlapping mine on the side of Sam’s neck. My legs twitch, and another wave of pleasure rolls through me. Sam cries out, “Fuck!” One hand tightens around me and he groans, bringing the other up and holding Teddy against him.
Teddy nuzzles between us. His mouth tracing both new marks. His arms circle my waist, sandwiching me between them again, while he quietly whispers, “Mine,” over and over against my skin. It feels safe and warm, and I hate the thought of the real world ever intruding again, but eventually his arms go slack and he lets out a soft snore.
I’m still trapped on Sam, but he manages to maneuver us all to stretch out. His hand reaching out, brushing Teddy’s tangle of hair away from his face. “Mine too,” is all he says before he buries his face in my hair, his breathing evening out to join Teddy’s. Well, crap, now I’m stuck. Might as well try to grab my own nap, I guess.