Chapter Sixty-One #2
Her peachy scent suffocated me, and I rolled down all the windows, trying to concentrate on the road and not on the fact that her hand was down Brennan’s pants, his pine scent thick with arousal.
“Jett’s getting Wes, Evan, and Riley.” Brennan glanced at his phone.
“Good boy,” she whispered, eyes closing. “I wanna be the filling in a Brennan and Spencer sandwich.”
“Whatever you wish, Darling,” I said. “Brennan, if you need to have her in the car, please go ahead."
“How did you get your car here?” Brennan gasped. “Gentle, Little Butterfly.”
“Sorry.” Grace giggled.
“The valet from the restaurant brought it to the hospital. One of the police officers kindly brought it to the Bureau for me. I should send them gift baskets.”
“I don’t feel good,” Grace whined.
“We’ll be home soon,” I soothed. Given it was the wee hours, there weren’t many cars, so I challenged the speed limit.
“What do you need, do you need my cock?” Brennan unbuckled her and got her down on the floor so he could feed her his dick.
Even with the windows open, our scents and pheromones were suffocating.
We pulled into the garage. I noticed the groceries by the front door, and I texted the group chat to bring them inside.
“Oh, that’s so good, Little Butterfly,” Brennan praised. “Let’s get you inside.” He scooped her up and went inside. “Downstairs?”
“Yes.” The nest she and Evan had been fixing up would be the best place.
“I want dicks,” Grace sang. “Dick, dicks, dicks, dicks, dicks.”
We went downstairs into the nest in the basement, which I’d never been in before, though I knew Wes and Evan had done a bunch of work on it.
I turned on the lights. A giant bed, with pink and green brocade bedding, lots of pillows, and things clearly stolen from all of us, sat in the center.
The walls were mauve. Art hung on the walls, and the couch and chair covers matched the walls.
A pretty little chaise was there as well.
Oh, I could see fucking her on that.
Brennan tossed Grace onto the bed and began kissing her. I texted the group chat and took off my clothes, putting them on the chair.
I held out my hands as Brennan tossed me his and Grace's clothes, and I added them to the pile. My phone went onto the nightstand. Looking around, I adjusted the mood lighting. Yes, everything seemed like it would be nice and comfortable.
Another whine cut through the room. “Please, Daddy, I want my knots now. I’ve been so good.”
“Oh, yes, you have, Baby Girl.” I joined them on the bed and kissed her. She kissed me hungry, pawing at my body. “Tell me what you want.”
“Sandwich.” She gave both of us a challenging look, as if daring us to say no.
As if I could say no to her.
“Sandwich? We both have a hole with you in the middle?” I clarified, wanting to make sure I understood her.
“Yes, please.” She nodded.
“We can do that.” Whatever made her happy.
“Is there lube in here or do I need to run upstairs?” Brennan, bare-ass naked, rolled over and opened the nightstand. That was an impressive number of piercings he had there.
He pulled out a bottle of lube and a tub of wipes. “Look at that. She and Evan must have stocked it as part of their planning.”
Grace pushed me down on the bed and kissed me, straddling me. Her eyes gleamed hungry as she eyed my body as if it were a giant hot fudge sundae.
“Is this how you want me, Darling?” I accepted her greedy kisses as our three scents combined. Oh, how I yearned to bury myself inside her. Soon. For now, I’d let her set the pace.
Straddling me, she slid down onto my cock. Bliss coated her face. “Oh, yes.”
“That does feel wonderful, Darling,” I moaned, as she seated herself fully on me.
Grace moved up and down, undulating her hips. Eyes half-lidded, her sweet scent suffocated me, as she started singing about dicks again. Brennan had the lube and was working her ass.
“You good, Spence?” Brennan said softly.
“I’m okay.” My hands went to her hips to guide her up and down. “You?”
“I…” His eyes went glassy. “I don’t know if I can stay in control.”
“Why would you need to? All that matters is making sure she gets what she needs.” I kissed my baby girl mid-chorus. “What a lovely song, Darling.”
Ever since she’d asked me about joining in on her heat, I’d done my research. Weren’t you supposed to surrender? After all, our inner-alphas wouldn’t let us hurt her or leave her wanting.
“Okay. I love you, Little Butterfly, if I’m too much, I’m sorry.” Brennan worked his fingers in her ass.
“You won’t. You’re my good boy.” Tilting her head back, she batted her eyelashes at him as she continued to bounce on my cock. Grace felt so good riding me.
“Brennan, you know what she needs,” I reassured him. Grace’s want shot through me, and I quickened the pace.
She whined again. “Bren, I want you inside me.”
“Of course.” Brennan kissed her. Grabbing the wipes, he cleaned off his hands and lubed up his cock.
“You feel extraordinary,” Brennan gasped as he entered her.
My mouth tackled hers as we fucked our sweet girl. The two of us got into a rhythm, as he fucked her ass while she continued to ride me. Passion and desire consumed me as she orgasmed.
“Knot me, please?” she keened.
“Whatever your heart needs.” My mouth crashed against hers. Grabbing her hips tight, my hands pushed her down onto my knot. I gasped. While knotting her was always wonderful, this was sublime. My forehead tipped to hers as I flooded her, and my love for her, my need to satisfy her, consumed me.
Mine.
“Come for me so I can knot you, too. Does my little butterfly need two cocks in her at once,” Brennan growled, his hand reaching around to rub her clit.
“Alpha.” Her head tilted back as another orgasm took her. Her pussy spasmed, squeezing my cock in a way that made me gasp.
“Good girl,” Brennan praised as he slammed his pierced cock into her ass.
“Yes,” she moaned. Slumping forward, laying her head on my chest.
“You took him so well, Darling.” I kissed her. “Are you okay?”
“I liked that. I will want more,” she warned.
“Fine with me.” Brennan lay half on top of her.
“Whatever you wish.” I threw the blanket over the three of us, as I kissed her again. Brennan stroked her hair.
A phone rang in the background, but none of it mattered. All that was important was the woman on top of me.