49. Chapter Forty-Nine
Chapter Forty-Nine
Soren
T he car flies through the night, streetlights streaking past the windows in smears of gold.
Asher drives like a man possessed, his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel, the city blurring around us as he weaves through traffic.
The mission clings to us. Leah’s broken body, Hardwick’s fleeing scent, Pack Hawthorne’s furious growls as they charged after her.
None of that matters now.
Because Emma is in my lap.
Her scent saturates the car, honeysuckle and vanilla thick enough to drown in. It slams into my lungs and I shudder, my cock throbbing against the seam of my pants. She shifts, her thighs bracketing mine, her damp core pressing down against where I’m already aching for her.
Fuck .
She’s so soft in my arms, her curves pliant against my chest, her fingers gripping my shoulders like she’s afraid I’ll vanish, but her breathing is ragged, her sadness a dull throb in our bond. Unacceptable, so I tilt her chin and claim her mouth.
No hesitation.
No gentleness.
Because she doesn’t need that from me now.
She needs heat and teeth and to feel how she turns me on.
My tongue sweeps inside, tasting the salt of her lingering tears, swallowing her whimper as my hands slide under her dress.
The fabric is flimsy and wet between her thighs, and when my fingers brush her seam over the material of her thong, she jerks against me, a gasp breaking our kiss.
“Alpha!”
I don’t answer. Just drag the material to the side and bare her to my touch.
My fingers glide through her slick, gathering the wetness before circling her clit—once, twice—just to feel her squirm. Her hips roll, seeking more friction. I give it to her, sinking two fingers deep into her clenching heat.
“Fuck,” I grit out, my forehead dropping to hers. “You’re drowning me, Omega.”
She whines, her body undulating on my hand, her pussy fluttering around my fingers as if begging for something thicker. My cock throbs in response, trapped and neglected, but I don’t free it—not yet.
Instead, I curl my fingers and rub that spot inside her until her back arches, until her nails dig into my biceps, until her scent turns ravenous.
“Come for me,” I order, my lips against her ear. “Let me feel you fall apart.”
Crying out, her thighs clamp around mine. Slick gushes over my fingers as her orgasm rips through her.
Asher growls, his knuckles tightening on the wheel.
Beside us, Phoenix wraps his fingers around Emma’s throat and turns her face to his.
Then his mouth is on hers, hot, demanding, relentless.
There’s no finesse, just hunger, his tongue sweeping in to claim every whimper she makes as I suck her slick from my fingers.
Gods, she tastes divine .
Sweet and musky, floral honey and omega need, the salt of it bursting across my tongue as she grinds her core against my trapped cock. The friction is maddening, the fabric of my pants rough against my shaft, and for a second, I see stars behind my eyelids. Her whine is all omega arousal and need.
“Enough.” Asher’s growl cuts through the haze, his voice vibrating with alpha command. “Soren. Satisfy her.”
I don’t argue.
One hand grips her hips. The other yanks my zipper down, freeing my cock in one ruthless motion. It juts between us, flushed and leaking, the veins standing out under the passing streetlights.
“I’ve got you, Omega,” I rasp against her ear as she rips her lips off Phoenix.
I lift her, her body light in my arms despite her squirming, and guide her slick heat onto my length. The first inch is torture, her pussy clenching so tight I nearly lose it right then, but then she sinks, her body yielding, taking me deeper, deeper, until I’m buried to the hilt.
“ Fuck !”
Her scream is raw as her walls flutter around me. She’s so warm, so perfect, her inner muscles pulsing like she’s already trying to milk my release.
Then she moves.
Her thighs flex, her slick easing the way as she bounces on my cock, her breathy moans pitching higher with every downward movement.
The vibration of her little gasps travels straight to my cock, and when her hips roll in another frantic circle, her slick gushes around me, scalding hot and plentiful.
It slicks the crease of her thighs, smears across my abdomen as she grinds down, but it’s not enough for her.
Her fingers scrabble at my shoulders and her breath comes in shallow, hitching pants against my lips. Her heat isn’t just an ache. It’s an inferno, and she needs everything.
From all of us.
“Phoenix,” I grit out, tearing my mouth from her throat just enough to lock eyes with him. His pupils are black with lust, his lips parted as he watches her ride me, his cock visibly straining against his pants. “She needs extra friction. Can you suck her breasts?”
She casts a gaze at my bond brother. “Yes, Alpha. Please suck my breasts.”
Her walls clench around me in anticipation.
Phoenix doesn’t need to be told twice. He moves, his smirk a flash of wicked intent before his fingers fist in the neckline of her dress.
The fabric rips without preamble, yielding under his strength as he yanks it down, down, until her breasts spill free.
They’re perfect.
Fuller and heavier than when she first came to us half-starved the soft weight of them sway with every gasping breath she takes.
Her nipples are already pebbled tight, dusky pink and begging.
Phoenix exhales, his hands hovering for a heartbeat, fingertips brushing the undersides before he palms them both, thumbs flicking over her nipples in slow, teasing circles.
Emma chokes on a sob, back arching, cunt fluttering around me like she’s already close to reaching her climax just from this.
“Look at her. So beautiful,” Phoenix murmurs, voice thick with awe, before he ducks his head and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking hard.
Her half groan, half scream splinters me. Her hips stutter as pleasure short-circuits her control. My grip on her tightens, holding her steady as Phoenix switches sides, lavishing the same devastating attention to her other breast, teeth scraping lightly before soothing the sting with his tongue.
Slick drips from where we’re joined, her hips rocking erratically between the dual stimulation—my cock stretching her, Phoenix’s mouth on her breasts—until her thighs tremble and her cries fracture into mindless, pleading babble.
“Fuck, Omega,” Phoenix rasps. His tongue drags a slow stripe from the delicate underside of her breast to the stiff peak of her nipple before his lips close around her once more.
“Ah!” Emma’s cry is sharp, her fingers knotting in his hair, her hips jerking against me as pleasure jolts through her.
The sound is raw, unfiltered, a broken note of ecstasy that makes my cock twitch inside her.
Phoenix groans against her skin, the vibration sending another shudder through her body, and then he sucks, deep and deliberate, his teeth grazing just enough to make her whimper.
My mouth claims her other breast, my tongue swirling in slow, worshipful circles before I suck. The way she jerks, the way her cunt clenches around me, is fucking obscene. Her inner walls flutter, rippling along my length in erratic pulses, her body already teetering on the edge.
“Soren… oh Gods…”
Her legs lock around my hips and her slick gushes around my cock in hot, sticky waves. My balls draw up tight, my knot throbbing at her entrance, swollen and insistent, the thick base of it catching with every desperate rock of her hips.
So close.
Every drag of her body against mine has her gasping, her breath coming in ragged little pants against my lips. She’s dripping, her arousal coating my thighs, her scent saturating the air—honeysuckle and salt and pure, desperate omega need.
“I can’t hold on… fuck .” My voice is ragged, my grip bruising as I fight to hold on, to keep control for just a few seconds longer. “Gonna knot you, Omega,” I growl, my teeth scraping her throat. “Gonna fill you up so deep you’ll feel me for days.”
She sobs, her back arching, her fingers clawing my shoulders as she begs for it. “Yes, please Alpha. I need your knot. Please.”
I thrust up hard.
My knot pops past her entrance, locking us together as her climax rocks through her.
Her raw, shattered scream tears through the car, her back bowing off the seat as her orgasm wrecks her.
Her pussy milks me in ruthless pulses, her inner walls fluttering like frantic little kisses around my cock, strangling me in her tight, slick heat.
The sensation is too much and with a roar, I lose all control.
My release surges into her, thick and scalding, flooding my seed into her in pulse after pulse. Her walls flutter around my knot in aftershocks as she rides out the waves. Her breath comes in ragged, sobbing gasps against my neck .
For one suspended moment, there is nothing else—no mission, no pain, no world outside this car.
Just our panting breaths mingling in the air between us.
Just tangled limbs, her sweat-slicked skin flush against mine, her weight a perfect anchor keeping me grounded.
Just her, collapsed against my chest, her heartbeat a wild, stuttering rhythm against my own, our scents twined together so thoroughly they’re inseparable.
Phoenix’s chuckle cuts through the haze, his fingers trailing a possessive line down her spine as he unzips her dress to ease the weight of it from around her body. “Fuck, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice rough with awe. “You take Soren so good.”
I don’t speak.
I just hold her tighter, my knot still locked inside her, my lips pressed to her temple, breathing her in, memorizing this moment.
Because this—this right here—is everything .
Asher finally pulls into the garage, the rolling door clanking shut behind us.
The second the engine cuts, the air thickens and coils.
My knot deflates, and Emma shifts off me with a breathy sigh, her body still radiating feverish heat.
Asher gets out of the car and opens the door for me as I scoop her into my arms, exit the car and stumble into the kitchen.
The moment we do, Emma squirms in my hold. I set her down in the kitchen, she launches at Phoenix with a whimper.
“Whoa!” He catches her and a deep rumbling laugh shakes his chest. “Eager, are we, Tough Girl?”
She doesn’t answer with words. Her hands fist in his shirt, ripping it open with a yank that sends buttons skittering across the tiles.
Then her mouth is on him, desperate, open-mouthed kisses peppered over his jaw, his throat, the defined planes of his exposed chest. Her fingers rake through the dusting of golden hair there, her teeth grazing a nipple as if wanting to hear him hiss .
Phoenix’s amusement morphs into something darker. The thick ridge of his cock is painfully evident, straining against his pants, the damp spot at the tip betraying how much he’s been holding back.
His eyes are black with hunger when his gaze meets mine over her shoulder. “Guess our omega has chosen me next.”
The promise in his voice sends a fresh pulse of lust through me.
Oh, she’s going to wreck him.