Chapter Fifty
Brennan
Her pleas were sweet music to my ears. While I enjoyed exploring her body, I wanted to knot her, fill her, and make her mine, now that I’d finally realized that she really, truly belonged with all of us.
I continued to suck and bite down on her neck as I thrust inside her over and over.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you? My needy, greedy, little butterfly needs a knot, doesn’t she?” I murmured, as I sucked on her neck again.
Would she let me mark her here on her neck opposite Spencer’s? That’s exactly where I wanted to bite her–right where everyone could see.
“Alpha, please,” she begged.
Her pussy gushed around me, as that scent she made sometimes, the one that was almost like omega perfume, clouded the air. What did Evan call it? Oh. Eau d’fuck me alpha.
And fuck her I would.
My lips crashed into hers. “I’ll knot my good little butterfly.”
Arching my hips, I thrust, pushing my knot into her, filling her.
“Bren.” She gasped.
“That’s it, you take me so well,” I praised. “So good.”
“Good boy,” she whispered.
Fucking shit, I liked being called that while I was knot deep inside her. Even though I was locked inside her, I didn’t stop, needing to coax one more orgasm out of her. Yes, I wanted my little butterfly to scream my name and beg again.
I rocked against her in a way I knew would feel good. My fingers continued to rub her clit as I nipped at her neck.
“Yes, please, don’t stop, please,” she begged.
I kept nipping at her neck, so everyone would know she was mine. My teeth ached to bite her. It would be so easy… no one would mind…
“Bren,” she shrieked, coming in my arms, bringing me back to reality.
No, no bites today. My lips sealed over hers, as I let her know how much I loved that I could make her shatter like that.
I laid my head on her bare breasts. “You are perfect for us.”
“You’re all perfect for me.” She stroked my hair and planted a kiss on my temple.
“Are you okay? It wasn’t too rough?” That was a big fear of mine.
She shook her head. “No. It was just what I needed.”
Me too. I hadn’t thought I needed a little gentleness in bed, but I guess I did.
“Good.” My fingers trailed her throat. “I marked you up good. You might need to wear a high-necked blouse to work tomorrow. But don’t worry, I didn’t bite you.”
“I’d be fine if you did. You and Jett can bite me and mark me up. I’m all yours.” Those big blue-grey eyes gazed up at me, full of love and devotion as her sweet, peachy scent surrounded me.
Leaning over, I kissed her collarbone.
I looked around her room, which was immaculate, other than a water bottle and her e-book reader on the window seat with some blankets and pillows. Mr. Hippo sat on the dresser, watching us. It wasn’t on purpose; I was sure, but still a little creepy. At least he wasn’t in bed with us.
She peered at me. “What are you looking at?”
“Mr. Hippo is watching,” I replied.
Grace giggled. “Always watching.”
She snuggled into me and dozed off, my knot inside her.
Finally, it deflated enough for me to slip out of her. Rolling off her and out of bed, I went into the bathroom, hoping no one minded. I used the bathroom and filled up her water bottle. Why was there a sock on the doorknob? But I’d leave it there.
I noticed the full-ass kettle setup they had on a shelf in the bathroom, complete with a brass teacup holder and basket of tea and instant hot drinks.
Yes, I’d make her some tea. I filled the kettle and put it on.
Everything was probably from that omega home store they spent a small fortune at recently. Spoiled. She and Evan were so spoiled.
Both of them deserved it. I loved that Evan was letting us spoil him more, something he’d pulled back on after Caroline.
And Grace? Yeah, with everything Rosalind put her through, all the neglect she suffered, she should have all the attention, blankets, stuffies, and love that she needed and wanted. It absolutely was a good thing that Rosalind was dead or there’d be some serious reckoning.
There didn’t seem to be any massage oil in the bathroom, and I didn’t want to go into Evan’s room without his permission. Setting the water bottle on the nightstand, I went down to my room while the water boiled in the kettle.
While we had a variety of oils, I wasn’t sure there was anything that she’d like. I didn’t have peach or vanilla which was what Evan always got for her scent-wise. I grabbed the lavender since it was relaxing, and one that was fresh and crisp, and went back up the stairs.
“Bren, where did you go?” Panic flowed through her voice.
I burst through her door. “Grace, I’m right here. I went to get something. Hey, I’m right here.”
She looked so small and worried on the very pink bed.
Kissing her, I put the oils on the nightstand. “I used the kettle in the bathroom. Have some water, and I’ll get your drink, okay?”
“Okay.” Looking anxious, she grabbed the bottle.
“I’ll be right back. Promise.” I kissed her again and went back into the bathroom.
Which one? I looked at all the teas and packets. Hot chocolate? Tea latte? Oh. This one. Opening the packet of instant apple cider, I inhaled the scent that immediately brought back memories of skiing with my dad and Katie as a child.
After adding water and mixing it, I carefully brought the cup back into her room. I frowned at the nightstand. There wasn’t a coaster. Well, hopefully it wouldn’t ruin the finish.
“I made that for you, careful, it’s hot.” I got back on the bed with her.
“Oh, apple cider?” She took a sip. “It tastes like paper packets of happiness.”
Paper packets of happiness? I loved that.
I put an arm around her. “Precisely. I’m not the biggest fan of hot chocolate, so I always got apple cider. Sometimes it was real apple cider, but usually it was this.”
“It’s perfect.” She took another sip.
“Could I interest you in a foot massage?” I held out the oils for her to sniff.
“Lavender is my favorite.” Grace smiled over her cup.
I put the other back on the nightstand. “Noted.”
Scooting down to the end of the bed, I took one of her feet. I put some oil in my hands and started massaging her feet.
“Mmmm.” Sighing, she took another sip. “You learned foot massage at alpha camp?”
“I did. We learned about all the pressure points that feet have. Which made for tons of jokes as we practiced on each other, because we learned about pressure points in our martial arts classes, too. The instructors are mates.” I worked her little foot over, watching her expression and body language as I tried to get all the right spots.
She giggled. “Sounds fun. Did you ever go to other camps?”
“I went to music camp a time or two–and rugby camp. Did you ever go to summer camp? The fun sort?” I worked my way up her foot.
“Cheer camp was always a good time. Exhausting, but great. Sometimes I went to church camps, which were varying degrees of fun. I would have loved to go to music camp–or math camp. I got a scholarship once but wasn’t allowed to go.” She sighed.
I massaged her toes. “Maybe they make an adult math camp? They have adult summer camps, where you can bring your pack and canoe and do ropes courses and arts and crafts and roast marshmallows.”
“I love that.”
“Are you doing okay? Settling into everything?” I switched over to the other foot.
“Yeah. Work can be a lot sometimes because your science is more advanced and the terms are different. For example, have you ever given thought to how many things are named after people? While we have many of the same concepts, we often, but not always, have different people that they’re named after,” she said.
“Oh.” I pondered that for a moment as I lavished her other foot with attention. That was something I’d never considered. “We’re here. You’re not alone. We take care of each other.”
“I know.” She smiled at me.
That smile was everything.