Chapter 34 Delilah #2
Seeing my mark on his shoulder brings me a sense of comfort, but I can’t forget myself like that again. Not around Nash or Jagger. If I bit them, it could end in a rut… Or them claiming me forever.
A bond between an alpha and omega is irreversible.
If we ever decide to take that step, we’d need to talk about the consequences first. Like what we’d do during the bonding adjustment period—the time immediately following a bite, when it causes both parties physical pain to be apart.
Although it worked out fine for Faye when she bonded with the Silverwood Pack, bonding with a celebrity like Jagger would be more complex.
“I’ll be more careful next time,” I promise, talking directly to Jagger and Nash, who must be having the same thoughts as I am. “I promise.”
“Next time?” Nash quirks his eyebrow.
“Yes.” I curl my finger, beckoning Nash closer. “Are you just going to sit there and watch all night?”
“Oh, omega… I never just watch.” He crawls over, grabs my hips with his huge hands, then flips me over so I’m on my belly. Despite the dominating act, I feel safe in his company. “Present for me.”
The commanding tone of his voice reminds me of a quiet storm brewing. I arch my back, spread my knees, and point my ass up in the air to show him my dripping pussy.
“You present so well.” He playfully spanks my ass, right on the sweet spot, sending a tremble of desire through me.
I preen at his praise, my pussy contracting as his rough finger circles my tender entrance, spreading my pussy lips apart.
“Look at all your beta’s cum inside you.
He got you ready to take my knot, didn’t he? ”
“Yes, alpha,” I whimper longingly.
He thrusts into me in a quick whoosh, stealing all the breath from my lungs. He’s girthy, taking up every inch of space inside me, leaving me wondering how there’ll be room for a knot.
He fucks me hard, letting out guttural grunts and groans with every snap of his hips. The primal nature of his sounds make me purr.
“That purr…” Jagger murmurs somewhere on my side, stroking my back.
Nash must agree as his motions quicken, jackhammering into me.
“Harder,” I plead. “Harder!”
He ravages me, fucking me like we might breathe our last breath at any second. I see spots, squirting slick all over him in gush after gush. His firm grasp around my waist steadies my shaking legs as I let the intoxicating sensations ripple through me.
“Are you ready to take my knot, omega?” Nash’s breath warms my neck.
The top of his knot edges against my entrance, pulsing with a promise of what’s to come.
“Uh-huh,” I confirm then reach for Jagger’s swollen dick. “And I want you, too, Jagger.” I open my mouth by way of invitation.
His eyes widen. “Are you—”
“Now,” I demand.
“She’s made herself pretty clear, dude,” Tae chuckles from my side. “Good luck not coming in three seconds when you feel her amazing mouth around you.”
Jagger moves in front of me so I’m facing his throbbing member. The moment my tongue makes contact with his velvet steel, the salty taste of pre-cum merges with his caramel scent.
Nash’s knot pulsates impatiently at my entrance, like he’s willing Jagger to hurry up already.
“Mmm,” I moan as I flick my tongue over his tip.
“Fuck yes.” Jagger throws his head back as I take him deeper.
The last time I was with Tae and Nash, I couldn’t help but feel something was missing. It was Jagger. Having him joining us now makes me feel like we’re finally through to the other side. That we may have a real chance at making this work. As a pack.
I bob up and down his dick, slow at first then increasing my speed, tracing his pronounced veins with my tongue until his balls clench up against his body.
If I had a spare hand, I’d stroke them, but I’m already too afraid of losing my balance, so I keep my palms firmly flat against the bed as Nash’s hips begin to slow.
Nash maintains a languid pace, like he’s wanting to drag out every second to prolong our pleasure. I’ve felt on the edge of another orgasm for what seems like forever, and he seems to know this, keeping me right on the sweet spot, suspending me on the edge of pure bliss.
“It’s so hot watching you be shared, Delilah,” Tae says, gripping his cock that’s already hardening again.
As Nash settles into a rhythm, he rocks me onto Jagger’s length.
“Do you want my knot, omega?” Nash checks again.
I mumble a gargled response while enthusiastically nodding my head to make my intentions clear.
I whine at the decadent stretch I feel as Nash’s knot engorges, the walls of my pussy being forced to take him.
His knot feels even warmer than his shaft, adding an extra burst of heat between my legs as I produce more slick to make the transition easier.
Nash mewls, digging his fingers into my curves before he lets out a guttural roar and locks in place, fusing us together.
And then I’m free-falling. My body feels like it’s being transported away from the nest, soaring through the air as pleasure takes over.
While my pussy grips Nash’s knot, squeezing him as he spills his seed inside me, I take Jagger to the back of my throat, eager to be completely stuffed full of my alphas.
Jagger’s hips shudder as he gets close. “Del…”
Suddenly, he comes down my throat. I swallow it all, shaking and trembling. We’re a blur of slick, sweat, and pure pleasure. Once he’s finished, Jagger withdraws, his thigh muscles quaking.
Looking up and seeing his spaced-out expression makes me grin, yet that quickly morphs into a moan as I whimper from the ripples of pleasure ebbing through me.
“Wow,” Jagger gasps.
When my quivering finally subdues, Nash gently lays me down on my side, still locked inside of me.
I don’t think anyone has died from pure pleasure before, but after this experience, I certainly think it’s possible.
If sex with them is this good now, I can’t imagine how intense it’ll be during a heat.
“You did so well, omega.” Nash spoons me from behind.
Completely blissed-out, chest panting, Nash serves as my anchor. I can’t recall ever feeling so good. Jagger rolls over on my other side, his hair damp from sweat and exertion, stroking my face.
“Well, that’s not how I expected game night to end,” I mumble.
Nash’s laugh sends vibrations through his knot before a deep, yet happy, exhaustion settles in my bones. Tonight was a big step.
When we finally catch our breaths, we talk about anything and nothing, Tae curls up at my feet. It’s an unfamiliar, indescribable emotion, but what I can say for certain is that I feel safe.
I glide the pad of my finger over Jagger’s tattoos, trailing over the intricate outlines and following the swirling ink to the spot where my name is etched. I flatten my palm over it, relishing in the thump of his heart underneath his skin.
“Mmm,” I wriggle back against Nash. “This is nice.”
Nash hums in agreement as he kisses my hair while Jagger says, “Can we stay in this nest forever?”
I smile. “I think my friends would have something to say if they didn’t ever see me again.”
“Maybe I should message the Stellas to let them know that you’re staying the night,” Tae suggests. “I don’t want them to be worried about you.”
“And my balls are on the line here,” Jagger chuffs. “If Sabs thinks we’ve done something to hurt you, they’ll end up in a smoothie.”
“My phone’s still downstairs,” I mumble into Jagger’s warm chest.
“You’re not going anywhere.” Nash’s knot throbs, reminding me that we’re very much still one. It can take a while for an alpha’s knot to deflate—sometimes up to an hour. He burrows his head into the nook between my shoulders and neck, inhaling my scent.
“I’ll get it,” Tae volunteers, striding out like a man on a mission, his cock swinging like a pendulum as he goes. “I’ll be right back.”
“Bring her water before you go. She needs to rehydrate,” Nash calls out to him. “In the mini fridge.”
“My nest has a mini fridge?” I laugh.
“We hopefully thought of everything,” Jagger replies as Tae quickly returns to pass him a bottle with a straw before dashing away.
“Drink up.” Jagger holds it to my mouth.
“I can drink myself, you know.”
“I know, but that mouth of yours has been very busy.” He puts the straw to my lips so I can take a sip. “I think it deserves a little help drinking.”
Mmm, I don’t think I’ve ever felt so relaxed.
I’m not sure how much time passes, but eventually, Nash sighs heavily as his cock slips out of me.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, rainbow.” Jagger helps me sit up. “As much as I love to see you filled with our cum…” He slides off the bed then offers me his hand. “Shower?”
Nodding, I follow him into the bathroom that adjoins the nest. After Jagger insists on helping me wash and after sampling every one of the shower gels they bought me—the honey-vanilla one is my favorite—I return to the nest, wrapped up in a fluffy bathrobe.
“Where’s Tae?” I look around. It’s been a while since he left to message the girls, and Nash is the only one there while Jagger finishes up in the bathroom.
In my absence, he’s somehow managed to change the sheets and is adjusting pillows to exactly where they were before.
He frowns, quickly rotating one to get it in the right position.
“Hm, good question.” Nash strides over to the nest door and opens it to find Tae hovering awkwardly at the entrance. He’s holding a tray with my phone and an array of snacks.
“What’re you doing out there?” I ask him.
“I…” He shuffles his feet, eyes on the tray. “I was waiting to be asked inside.”
I stifle a giggle, my heart swelling at his thoughtfulness as I put my hand to my mouth. “You don’t have to be invited in every time.”
“Oh. Okay.” He tips his head, looking like a confused puppy. “I just thought after earlier—”
“You are welcome to come and go as you like from my nest, unless I say otherwise,” I state to make sure there’s no more ambiguity.
He wipes his forehead in relief. “Good, because it’s been killing me waiting out here.”
“How long have you been standing there?” Nash frowns.
“About twenty minutes. Apparently, your soundproofing really works as no one heard me knocking.” He guiltily glances down at the tray. “I might have eaten the last lemon tart.”
Nash scowls at him. “Tae!”
“It’s okay,” I assure him. “I couldn’t eat any more after earlier anyway.”
“Delilah…” Nash uses a serious ‘don’t argue with me’ tone. “You need to eat something.”
Tae brings the tray over to a little table next to the bed. “How about a bite of chocolate cake?”
I thought Faye had taken it all with her, but apparently not…
“Fine,” I relent. “But only because it’ll make you feel better.”
Nash grins victoriously. “And then you need to get some rest.”
“Shotgun sleeping next to you!” He leaps onto the bed.
“I probably need something else to sleep in…” This robe is definitely not cut out for snoozing between sizzling-hot men.
“Pajamas!” Jagger hits his forehead as he rejoins us, steam clouding behind him. “I knew there was something we forgot.”
“Don’t worry.” Tae quickly scoops his tee from the floor. “You can sleep in this, cookie.”
I bring it up to my face and breathe him in. “I don’t think I’ll ever need pajamas again.”