Chapter 40
I wake up surrounded by my pack, covered in sweat and thighs coated in slick, letting out a groggy whimper as my stomach cramps. The soft, whisper-thin nightgown I put on before bed feels too stifling now, and I reach down to yank it off over my head.
“Shhh, angel, it’s okay, we’ve got you,” River murmurs, taking the fabric bunched in my fist and pulling it out of my grip, as Jackson grabs hold of my wrists to place them above my head.
My tattooed alpha drags the fabric up over my head, his fingertips brushing against my skin, making me break out in goosebumps.
I arch into the touch, eager for more, but Jackson pins my arms in place.
“Let us take care of you, gorgeous,” my beta murmurs, smiling down at me. He chuckles at my frown, using his free hand to smooth away the furrow on my brow. “We’ll have days for you to beg and squirm. For now, while you’re still fully present, close your eyes, relax, and feel us.”
As soon as my eyes shut, purrs fill the nest. I gasp at the sensation of Ambrose’s mouth delving between my thighs and River’s teeth scraping against my nipple.
“Look at you, Cami. I’ve never seen a more beautiful, perfect omega.
” Jackson reaches down to cup my breast as River’s mouth moves to the other one.
“I think when I bite you, it’ll be right here.
” His thumb brushes along the inner curve of my breast. “So every time you use them to fuck me, you’ll know how incredible they feel wrapped around my dick.
“You…” I gasp as Ambrose’s tongue delves inside me. My eyes open. “You want to bite me?” He may be a beta, but my omega doesn’t give a shit. Having his mark on me sounds incredible. Jackson already sees into my soul without a bond, but I’d welcome the connection, anyway.
There’s a flicker of worry on Jackson’s face, and a second later River’s head pops off of my breast and Ambrose raises up from between my thighs.
“Nooo, why are you stopping?” I pant, arching up from the mattress to chase their mouths.
Ambrose soothes me by slipping two fingers inside me and resting his thumb on my clit. “Sorry, sweetheart, we forgot to talk about bites.”
“Oh, right, yeah.” It’s hard to focus when he’s rubbing me right there. “Yes, oh god.”
“Focus, omega,” River chides, sliding his hand to stroke his bite mark on my shoulder, which has the opposite effect of what he’s asking me to do, because it makes me clench around Ambrose’s fingers and moan.
River narrows his eyes, the effect not quite as stern without his glasses, but still sending a thrill through my submissive side.
“Bites…yeah, yes, please bite me.”
Jackson chuckles. “Are you saying that because you’re horny or because you want to bond us?”
The question clears my head, and my eyes flick over to River, who goes to pull his hand away, but I manage to yank one of my hands free from Jackson’s grip and place it atop River’s so we’re cupping his bite together.
“You didn’t know that I didn’t know,” I whisper, holding his gaze.
“You gave me what I asked for, like a good alpha.”
River’s throat works, and Ambrose reaches up to touch his mate’s thigh in reassurance. Jackson follows suit, placing a hand on his best friend’s shoulder. “I always want to give you what you ask for,” he says thickly.
If I hadn’t already professed my love for this stubborn, wonderful alpha, now would be the time. Because as misguided as he was, it’s true. I asked for his bite, and he gave it. I asked him to leave me alone, and he did.
“I want you to bite me again,” I say, voice firm. “I want to exchange bites with all of you. I want to bond.”
The purring that fills the nest is so loud it makes me laugh. None of them asks me if I’m sure. They can tell how serious I am. How ready I am for this.
“And please, dear God, I want you to fuck me before my cramps get worse,” I groan, only half-teasing.
“Can do,” Ambrose says with a grin.
“Come here,” Jackson says, moving so his back is resting against the pillows piled by the headboard and drawing me up to arrange me so I’m sitting between his thighs.
“Now, where were we?” he murmurs against the shell of my ear, fingertips brushing against the side of my breast. “Oh right, you were being a good girl and letting us do what we want with you.”
River’s sharp grin at the beta’s words has my skin tingling.
All of these men enjoy my submission in different flavors, and I love it too, because when I’m with them I can trust their guidance.
I can believe it when they tell me I’m special and beautiful and perfect and good, and know that any filthy words are coming from a place of us playing with power and connection.
“I’ll be good,” I whine, arching into Jackson’s palms as he cups my breasts. My hands fist the sheets beside me, knowing that if I don’t keep them still, he’ll probably end up restraining them.
“We know you will, sweetheart,” Ambrose rumbles as he moves into place between my spread thighs again. He presses a kiss to my pussy, teasing and light, before groaning at the taste of my slick and eating me in earnest.
River watches his mate between my thighs, his breath quickening as he must feel echoes of my pleasure through the bond. He gives his cock a few slow pumps as he watches his packmates stroke and kiss and lick me, like he’s content to watch and enjoy the show.
My omega releases a frustrated sigh that he’s touching himself instead of me, and I lick my lips as I stare at his fingers wrapped around his thick length.
One of Jackson’s hands slides up from where he’s teasing and pinching my nipple to rest on my throat. I almost come at the controlling, possessive touch. “Patience, Cami,” he rasps. “You’ve got a lifetime to suck your alpha’s dick.”
I moan as I stare at River’s dick and Ambrose sucks my clit, hard. Resisting the urge to plead for more, knowing that will only make Jackson more eager to torture me, I force myself to relax against his chest, letting my head fall back onto his shoulder as I close my eyes.
“That’s it,” Jackson chuckles, his cock pressing insistently against my low back.
Another hand joins Jackson’s on my breasts, River releasing a pleased rumble when I gasp at his added touch.
“Do you know how many times I thought about torturing these perfect tits?” River rasps, pinching my nipple.
“Every day you’d come in to work in those tight tops and those fucking skirts…
” River growls, and his touch borders on the edge between pleasure and pain, making my head swim with desire.
“You were so fucking brilliant and beautiful and I could barely think half the time because this is all that was in my head.”
“River,” I gasp, tumbling over the edge at the blend of sensations all over my body and his filthy confession. My back bows as I come, pussy clenching almost painfully without a knot inside me, which stokes my pleasure even higher.
His lips capture mine, drinking down my sighs and whimpers, his tongue fucking into my mouth as Jackson holds me in place with his hand on my throat and Ambrose presses his fingers inside me.
“Good girl,” Jackson murmurs against my ear.
I keen at the overstimulated onslaught of sensation, another orgasm building so fast it makes me gasp for air when River’s mouth pops off of mine. My heart almost stops when he moves his face and claims Jackson’s lips over my shoulder.
The beta behind me grunts in surprise, gripping me tighter against him. River’s grin is wicked and sharp as he pulls away. “Keep her in place for me,” he says to Jackson, then stands up with one foot on either side of our thighs, steadying himself with a hand on Jackson’s shoulder.
“Fuck,” the beta murmurs as we both take in the alpha looming over us. The curse makes me wonder if he’s as eager as I am to taste River.
“You’ll get your turn,” River says to Jackson as he reaches down to tug my lower lip with his thumb. My mouth opens obediently, and I’m already salivating. If River tastes anything like he smells, I’m about to get addicted to sucking his cock.
I hold my mouth open, unable to do anything but be a receptive vessel as River bends his knees enough so he can notch the tip of his cock between my lips.
The positioning is awkward for him, but who the fuck cares when Ambrose is working me with three fingers and his tongue has dipped down to circle the pucker of my ass, and Jackson is trapping me against him, whispering filth in my ear?
The garbled moan I release as River thrusts shallowly into my mouth makes him curse.
“Mmm, that’s it,” Jackson says, his praise soaking into me, letting me sink into the moment as I relax my throat and let River deepen his slow pumps. “You love taking us like this, don’t you? Giving in and letting your body take and give pleasure.”
“Yes.”
“God, your mouth is even better than I imagined,” River rasps, sounding almost pained. Pre-cum paints my tongue, and I moan again at his dark chocolate taste, my omega eager for him to flood my mouth with it.
I hollow out my cheeks and swirl my tongue against his shaft, and River curses.
“Do you think you deserve your alpha’s cum?” Jackson asks, nipping at the shell of my ear.
Attempting to say yes only makes a garbled noise against River’s cock, but Jackson likes it because his cock leaks against my back.
“Of course she does,” River growls. “Our omega deserves everything.”
I come, stars dancing behind my eyes as the strange dichotomy of the adamance of his declaration and the way he’s fucking my face sends me over the edge.
He shudders and follows me over the edge, and fuck, the way his cum fills my mouth as he gives me what I deserve makes my brain short circuit, my omega so pleased I could cry and come again.
I whine as he pulls out of my mouth, holding my tongue out to catch his final spurt of cum, eyes holding River’s, telling him without words how much I want everything he gives me.
Jackson loosens his hold on me as River bends down to kiss me, uncaring about the fact that his cum is coating my tongue.
When he moves away, I turn over my shoulder, seeking Jackson’s lips, and he claims them eagerly.
I don’t miss the tiny groan he makes as he tastes River on me, and any relief I might’ve felt from the heat a moment ago dissipates.
I gasp as our lips part. “Need more.”
Ambrose nips my inner thigh, a tease of a bite that has my omega whining, before sitting up from between my thighs and reaching for me. His eyes are dark with lust, his beard and lips coated in my slick, making my clit throb with the need to have his face between my thighs again.
“Come here, baby girl,” Ambrose commands, guiding me to straddle him as he lies back. “Daddy will give you what you need.”