Chapter Twenty-SixWes
Chapter Twenty-Six
Wes
T he two people under me were mine. Their bodies, their souls. All mine. Mine to please. Mine to delight. Mine to protect.
Mine to fuck.
Any doubt I still had about Grace fitting with me and Evan, about not being able to do right by my omega by adding Grace, had disappeared the moment Evan took her as I knotted him.
Mine.
Contentedness hummed through the bond. I couldn’t quite feel Grace, other than a few happy sparks, but there was no doubt how she felt by the blissful expression on her face. It was the face of someone happy and well-fucked.
Sex, arousal, pheromones, and Evan’s perfume, which he gave off when aroused and ready to entice alphas into fucking him, filled the room, creating a heady cocktail that made me ache to have them again. Peach lemonade was becoming my favorite fragrance.
My knot softened enough to release myself from Evan, but we still laid there as I stroked them and purred for them, assuring them that they were loved .
Finally, I sat up and got the water bottle off the nightstand and handed it to Evan.
He sat up and took a couple of gulps, then brought Grace up to his chest. “Here.”
Without a second thought, she drank from the bottle and leaned into him, humming. I took the bottle back, took a few sips, set it back on the nightstand, grabbed a wipe, and cleaned off my semi-hard cock.
Evan reached for the canister; I shook my head.
“Up, Peaches. I want to taste Evan on you–and I want you to taste you on Evan.” I patted her cute little ass.
I positioned her on the bed on her knees, much like she had before with Evan. Only this time she was facing the foot of the bed, with her hands right near the end.
“Wider.” I opened her legs further and brought her ass up higher, so she was showing off her pretty pussy, the plug in her ass winking at me.
I ran a hand down her creamy ass, trying not to let my anger at the scars on her back–or how I could see her ribs–come to the surface.
“Beautiful. Look how lovely you are presenting for your alpha. Now taste your omega, Peaches,” I encouraged. “Arms on the bed. Guide her, Evan, but be gentle.”
“There you go,” he crooned, as he brought his cock up to her mouth and she lapped at it like it was a lollipop.
“Do you taste yourself on him?” I switched the plug in her ass on.
She gasped as it vibrated. “Yes, Alpha.”
“Good. Now, I’m going to taste you.” Moving her legs out even wider, I devoured her, tasting my Omega’s sweet and tangy cum mixed with her peachiness.
“That’s it,” Evan cooed to her, sheer pleasure shooting through our bond. “Put it in your mouth. That’s it. I’ve got you. Take what you can.”
“Fuck,” I snarled, burying my face in her wet pussy, needing more of this cocktail.
I continued to nibble on her as she squirmed against me, seeking more. Grace rode my face, thighs shaking, as my cock throbbed. She really tasted like peaches, earthy, musky peaches, and I fucked her with my tongue, rubbing her clit with my fingers.
Grace mumbled something, but her mouth was full of our omega’s dick. But in the mirror I could see her eyes dancing with delight, her face awash with pleasure. I might not feel her like I could Evan, but she was enjoying herself. The intense scents in the room attested to that.
So was Evan.
“She wants your cock, alpha,” Evan translated. “Oh, yes, right there.”
“Do you want your alpha’s knot, Grace?” I asked, ready to sink myself in her pussy.
Grace nodded, whimpering, as she squirmed and wriggled.
“Keep that ass up.” My knot pulsed, ready to please my Princess Peaches and make her scream. I thrust inside her, and she came immediately, her wet heat squeezing me, teasing me.
“Oh, fuck.” My knot fully inflated as I felt the plug vibrating through her thin walls. I thrust in and out of her in long, firm strokes, over and over, keeping an eye on her and Evan. I pulled back and thrust again. And again.
I teased her clit with my fingers as I continued to ride her sweet pussy, working her back up to her peak. My teeth nipped at her neck, her jaw. Mine.
She writhed and moaned, her muscles fluttering around my cock. The air was thick with pheromones–mine and his–the smell of all three of us, and sex. Every breath made me high, as I got ready to fill her completely.
“Alpha, I’m going to come,” Evan groaned. “Yes, that’s it, Peaches. Can I come in your mouth?”
She made a noise that sounded affirmative.
“Try to swallow as much of your omega’s cum as you can, but it’s fine if you can’t. There’s plenty of time for that,” I told her.
She swallowed it down.
“Show Evan how well you take my knot.” I pulled all the way out. As much as I loved taking her from behind, I wanted to look into her eyes as I knotted her.
Grace whimpered, and I rolled her over so that her back was to the bed and smothered her with a kiss. I thrust in, fast and hard, pushing my knot into her, seating itself inside her, my heart pounding as waves of pleasure washed over me.
Her pussy spasmed as my cock pulsed, filling her, as I rocked gently, making sure I was buried and locked deep inside her.
“I love the way it feels through the bond when you knot her,” Evan moaned.
“So good,” I praised, riding the high that came with knotting someone I loved, as I found my rhythm, one hand playing with her clit, the other with her nipple.
She grabbed my hand and moved it to that spot under her right breast.
I stroked it, and she came again. “That’s it.”
Holding her tight, I clamped my teeth down on the underside, right where I’d marked her years before, biting until I felt the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. By breaking the skin, my saliva introduced proteins to her system, which in turn produced a chemical that bonded us to each other.
Hopefully, it would reignite the bond between us—the bond that was either weak because of the concussion or because we’d bonded with each other in our dreams. I needed it to snap into place, to make her smell like me. Smell claimed. Make me smell claimed. Connect me with her more deeply.
Her body spasmed under me, hard, as more little sparks of her pleasure flitted through the bond. It wasn’t anywhere near what I got from Evan. But there she was. Finally. Right in my heart, my soul, where she belonged.
“It’s okay, Peaches, I’ve got you.” Evan laid down beside us and kissed her. “Delicious.”
My cum pumped into her sweet pussy, which continued to spasm around my knot. I lavished nibbles and attention on that bite, sending shivers through her with every lick.
Grace and Evan made out like horny teenagers, which made my cock twitch inside her. I wasn’t sure what she could feel, but I sent all my love, all my pleasure, to both of them.
“Oh, I feel that,” Evan moaned.
I turned up the speed on the little plug in her ass and continued nibbling the bite under her breast as I rubbed her clit. “Come for me.”
Her responsive little body trembled as I watched–and felt–the orgasm wash over her. My rocks and thrusts gentled as Evan moaned and wrapped his arms around her, holding her, and her entire body relaxed, flecks of contentment and satisfaction fluttering through the bond.
“There you are,” I breathed. Our bond wasn’t broken, it was just the concussion, and relief washed over me. She was there.
“Your turn,” she moaned.
“Your greedy pussy needs another orgasm? I can do that.” I toyed with the plug in her ass.
“Wes, I… I’m going to come,” she screamed.
I spasmed as her teeth broke my skin, making my knot pulse harder as I came again inside her. “Harder—you have to draw blood, Peaches.”
“You’re not going to hurt him, promise,” Evan told her. “Bite hard.”
“Peaches,” I cried, as Grace bit down harder and my nails dug into her hips.
She didn’t have to bite me back, but I wanted our bond to be as strong as we could make it.
Her body shattered. So did mine. Still locked inside her, I rolled so we were on our sides, and turned off the plug, both of us shaking. Evan threw a blanket over all three of us.
“You take our alpha’s knot so well. I love the eager way you sucked my cock.” He kissed her again.
She hummed and leaned in for a kiss.
“Mmmm, you taste like Evan, Boo-Bear. Both of you were so good.”
She was so eager, so responsive, so willing. I adored it. Boo-Bear? That old nickname sounded so right.
Evan smirked. Boo-Bear? he mouthed. So cute.
He claimed my mouth with greedy kisses, his body grinding against Grace as I grabbed his ass.
“Mine,” I growled. I nuzzled Grace’s neck, tracing the bond mark under her breast with my finger. “Mine.”
“No, you’re both mine. I claim you. You’re my husbands now. I’m keeping you.” Grace sighed and closed her eyes.
Yes, I liked this development.
“You’re ours now, Peaches, and we’re yours, now and for always.” Evan kissed her temple.
“That we are.” Keep me. Love me forever.
It would be awhile before my knot deflated enough so I could slip out without hurting her. Her breath slowed as I stroked her hair with one hand and rubbed Evan’s back with the other.
“That was amazing,” Evan said softly. “I feel little bits of her.”
“Thank you.” I kissed his forehead. It wasn’t strong, but she was there. Once Evan bit her, completing the circle, it would hopefully be stronger.
“For what?” He gazed up at me sleepily.
“Thank you for being able to love her, too.” I kissed him, curling my legs around both of them.
“How could I not? Boo-Bear.” Evan nuzzled me.
How could we not? Yeah, if she had to leave us, we’d be fucked.