Chapter 20
TWENTY
Delilah
As Jagger’s slow footsteps fade away, it feels like something major is missing. I cradle my stomach. Yet without him here, I feel like I can fully let go, releasing a yelp as painful, prickly heat grows in my core then spreads through my limbs.
“What can I do, Delilah?” Tae strokes my cheek, his espresso scent injecting dopamine into my bloodstream. “I’ve never been with an omega during…” I glower at him, silently warning him not to go there. Hearing the H-word isn’t going to help anyone. “Like this before. Are you sure you want me here?”
“Yes.” I nod, my voice raspy. “I need… help.”
“We’ll go at your pace.” He leans in to kiss me, his lips soft and pliable against mine, almost cautious. “I’ve got you, cookie. Just tell me what you need.”
“Touch me.” It’s not a request, it’s a plea. I’m so desperate for skin to skin contact with him, I’ll beg if I need to. “I need to feel… something.”
Nash clears his throat in the background, reminding me that he’s still here.
“I should… uh…” Nash looks around. “Fix the pipe in the kitchen.”
“You want to go?” My voice trembles. “Now?”
Maybe that’s a prerequisite of being an alpha in this pack. The desire to run.
I detect the change in my own scent, like burning pie. Nash’s marshmallow scent ramps up as he steps closer.
“I just thought you may be more comfortable with Tae alone.” The flickering candles around the fireplace illuminate his sculpted jawline and cause shadows to dance over his face. “I’m more than happy to stay, if that’s what you want. Would you rather I be here?”
“I…” I gulp. “I think so.” I force down a frown, hoping that didn’t sound too needy.
“And you’re sure about that, darlin’?”
That accent… I swear I feel his words between my legs.
“If you don’t mind? I know we basically only just met, unless you count my crying episode in the rain, and then…” I don’t stop for air. “Sorry, I talk a lot when I’m stressed. I can’t help it. The words just keep coming, and I can’t stop them and—”
“You don’t have to be stressed. We’ve got you,” Nash reaffirms, his stern features morphing when he grins, lines crinkling next to his eyes. “I won’t leave, if you don’t want me to.”
I get the sense that he’s talking about a lot more than helping me through this heat spike, but I don’t have the capacity to unpack that right now.
All I know is that the chance of finding your scent match is incredibly rare, and if you match with one member of the pack, you’re pretty much guaranteed to be a match with everyone else in it too.
From the way my body responds to his voice and craves his closeness, it’s clear that my instant connection to Tae and Nash is similar to how I felt when I first met Jagger. Although this time, my heart is much more guarded.
“You don’t have to… do… anything.” I cringe. “Just stay close, in case—”
“In case she needs a knot.” Tae finishes my sentence for me. “I’m happy to keep you thoroughly satisfied, yet I know I can’t provide everything an omega needs during heat.”
“Not that you’re not enough,” I interject quickly.
After our encounter the other night, I know that this beta knows exactly what he’s doing and could please me just fine. However, a knot really helps with the discomfort…
“Even now, you’re thinking about other people.” He plays with one of my curls. “How about I show you how good I can make you feel while Nash sticks around?”
I find myself nodding.
“Can I…?” Tae’s hands hesitate on the edge of the blanket.
I nod, my heart jackhammering as he pulls it back. On his knees in front of me, he slides his fingers up the insides of my legs. As his feathery fingertips dance over my bare skin, I let out a relieved whimper from the gentle pressure.
He pauses before moving any higher. “Do you want me to keep going”
“Yes.” I bite the inside of my cheek, practically bucking against the cushion between my legs. “Don’t stop.”
“I love your thighs.” I’m mesmerized as I watch his eyes flare, tracking the path of his hands. My gaze flits to Nash who observes us from the dimly lit corner of the room with a hungry expression. “So curvy.”
I’ve always been a little self-conscious about my legs. I’m not toned but soft and rounder with large thighs. Not that I’ve let that stop me from wearing what I want to.
He drops a little kiss above my knee then trails upward, licking as he goes, before he reaches the hem of my skirt and rises to kiss me.
He’s just as good of a kisser as I remember.
His tongue swirls against mine, his hands tangling in my hair as I pull him down on top of me on the sofa.
With his weight bearing down on me, I wrap my legs around his torso, feeling like we’re a couple of teens making out.
Anticipation surges through me as my hips jut up to meet the hard bulge in his pants.
“More,” I pant between kisses, reaching down to stroke him over his pants. “I need more of you.”
I buck up as he continues to kiss me, hyperaware of Nash in the background, watching on. There’s something hot about knowing he’s there. His scent deepens, and I can almost taste crackling fire with dripping, sugary marshmallows.
My panties are completely soaked through when Tae leans back to rip off his tee, giving me a second to appreciate his flawless olive skin. While he doesn’t have any chest hair, the dark fuzz leading down to his boxers draws me in.
I yank him back to me, the urgency of our kiss deepening. I want to devour him. Make him mine.
“As cute as this top is…” He tugs at my tee. “I think it needs to go. That okay?”
When I wriggle out of it, I hear Nash draw in a sharp intake of breath from the other side of the room, where he’s made himself comfortable in an armchair.
“Damn.” Tae’s cheeks puff out before inhaling deeply. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
My skin tingles as his dark eyes roam over my plump breasts, which are pushed up in my bra.
He greedily grabs a handful of flesh, squeezing before sliding his hand around me to expertly undo my bra one-handed.
Once off, he flings it before taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking while kneading my breast, making my legs quake.
His tongue feverishly licks over my peaked nipple as I throw myself back into the cushions, delighting in the way he gradually works his way down my body. The tip of his tongue trails over my pillowy stomach before he reaches the waistband of my skirt.
“Quit teasing me, Tae,” I whine, my impatience growing.
The fire inside me is more than embers now, simmering in a way that has me feeling like a pot that will overboil if I don’t get relief soon.
“Give her what she wants, Tae,” Nash orders. “An omega in heat needs to be sated.”
Need catapults through me as Tae yanks my skirt down until I’m spread before him in only my panties, ravenously licking his lips before removing them, baring all of me.
“Fuck,” He adjusts the rigid bar tenting his pants. “You’re so… wet.” He pushes my legs farther apart. “I can’t wait to taste your sweet pussy on my tongue and lick up all that slick.”
I moan and push my hips up. “Eat my pussy, Tae. Now.”
“How hot does she sound when she talks dirty?” Tae asks Nash. “If you keep talking like that,” he tweaks my nipple, “you’re gonna make me come in my pants before I’ve even tasted you.”
Nonsensical sounds escape me, his long hair tickling my thighs as he delves between them.
His tongue coasts down my drenched, swollen lips before darting in between them.
I convulse, whining and pushing his head deeper as I gyrate against him.
He slips one finger inside me, then two, then three, rotating to find my G-spot in seconds.
His strokes send incredible vibrations coursing through me that curl my toes.
He applies more pressure while licking all over my clit, bringing me closer to the release I so desperately need.
A deep ache pulses in my pussy, like a cork about to explode from a shaken bottle of champagne.
He continues moving his fingers, playing me like an instrument while I cry out, not caring about my volume level or that Jagger will probably be able to hear me from upstairs.
My eyes flutter closed as he continues using the same rhythm until I feel the pressure build to a point where I’m quaking.
“Come for me, Delilah,” he orders. “Coat my hands in your slick.”
I willingly oblige, unable to restrain the rapture rocketing through me even if I had to.
His rich espresso and coconut scent transports me to another plane as fuzzy dots swim over my vision, and an almighty gush of liquid pours from me as I come hard.
The slick soaks the blankets underneath, coating my ass and presumably absolutely dousing Tae’s hands and face while he continues to finger-fuck the pleasure out of me, orgasm after orgasm.
Two then three… they all merge into one continuously blissful release.
I’m trembling, my sensitive clit throbbing, when he pulls his thick digits out of me.
I hum salaciously as he puts his fingers to his mouth to eagerly slurp my slick from each one, not wasting a drop, before taking my clit prisoner in his mouth.
I practically jolt off the couch when he laps it with the flat side of his tongue.
He pulls back. “Your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
As incredible as his fingers were, that only whet my appetite, my body still desperate for more.
“You haven’t tried my brownies yet,” I joke breathily.
“No way they’ll come close to the taste of your sweet pussy.”
“Ouch.” I scrunch my nose as a fresh wave of pain spears through my lower abdomen.
His eyes widen. “You’re hurting.”
“I need...”
I need to be stuffed more than an eclair, I think. Right now.
“She needs more than her pussy eaten and played with in order to satisfy her,” Nash’s raspy voice flows from the shadows. “She needs cock, Tae.”