Chapter 25 #2
“Sold,” I say, because honestly, I don’t care what we watch. I just want this moment to stretch on as long as possible.
The movie starts, and we settle in. Sierra ends up half-draped across Dax’s chest, one of my arms around her waist, her legs tangled with Cole’s, Jalen’s hand playing idly with her hair.
About halfway through the movie, I feel Sierra start to tremble.
It’s subtle at first. Just a small shiver that could be from the temperature. But then another one follows, and another, and her scent shifts. Not quite distress, but something close. Something anxious.
Post-heat jitters.
“Sierra?” I murmur, keeping my voice low so the others can hear. “You okay?”
“Yeah…just…” She trembles again. “Jitters. This happens post-heat sometimes.”
Dax has noticed too. His arm tightens around her, and I see him exchange a look with Cole and Jalen over her head.
She trembles again, and a soft whimper leaves her lips. Her cheeks flame immediately. “Sorry, I—”
“Shhh, sweetheart. Let’s take care of you,” Dax rumbles from above her. “That’s what we’re here for.”
“You’ve been taking care of me all week,” she murmurs.
“And we’re not stopping now,” Cole adds, his hand moving to stroke her arm.
The trembling hasn’t stopped. If anything, it’s getting worse, her whole body starting to shake in a way that makes my alpha snarl with the need to fix it.
“This is worse than before,” Jalen murmurs, brows furrowing. I mirror his expression, worry tightening my chest.
I lean closer, taking in her scent before placing a finger under her chin and tilting her face toward me. “Everything alright, sweetheart?”
Sierra looks up at me, and the vulnerability in her expression makes my chest ache. Her bottom lip trembles and my heart damn near breaks.
She needs soothing.
“Let me soothe you.”
Her throat moves, lower lip still trembling. She gives the barest nod.
I move carefully, shifting Sierra so she’s lying back against the pillows. Dax moves with me, understanding without words what I’m offering. What we’re both offering.
“Just feel,” I murmur, pressing a kiss to her temple.
My hand trails down her body, while Dax mirrors the movement on her other side.
Sierra makes a small sound, something between a whimper and a sigh, and I feel her body start to relax under our hands.
We work together, Dax and I. My hands slide under her shirt, finding warm skin, while his mouth traces down her neck.
“Is this okay?” I ask, even though I can smell her arousal building. Even though her body is responding to our touch. “Tell us if it’s too much.”
“It’s not too much,” she breathes.
I help her out of her shirt slowly, giving her every opportunity to stop us. But she doesn’t. Just lifts her arms and lets us undress her, her trust in us absolute.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
“Gorgeous,” Dax murmurs, his hand spanning her ribcage. “So fucking gorgeous, omega.”
I lean down and press a kiss to her sternum, right over her heart. Feel it racing under my lips.
My mouth trails lower, following the curve of her breast, and when I take her nipple between my lips, she gasps. Her hand comes up to grasp my hair deliciously possessively.
Dax is working on her other breast, his teeth grazing sensitive skin in a way that makes her arch. I kiss my way down her stomach, pausing to nip at her hip bone. She squirms, a breathy laugh escaping her, and I smile against her skin.
Dax helps me remove the rest of her clothes, and then she’s bare before us. Flushed and wanting and absolutely perfect.
I settle between her thighs, and the scent of her arousal is intoxicating. Sweet and warm and undeniably Sierra.
“You smell incredible,” I tell her, pressing kisses to her inner thigh. “Like honeycomb and heat and home.”
“Malik,” she breathes, and the way she says my name makes my cock throb.
But this isn’t about me. This is about her.
I look up, catching her eyes. “Watch me,” I say. “I want you to see how much I love doing this for you.”
Then I lean in and taste her properly.
She cries out, her hips lifting off the pillows, and I have to hold her steady as I work her with my tongue. She’s already wet, slick coating my lips, and I groan at the taste of her.
Perfect. She tastes perfect.
I take my time, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, learning what makes her gasp and what makes her moan. My tongue circles her clit slowly, teasingly, and she makes this frustrated sound that makes me smile.
“Malik—”
Wordlessly, I look up at Dax, and he’s watching us with dark eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “Help me out?” I suggest.
He doesn’t need to be asked twice.
Dax shifts position, settling beside me between Sierra’s spread thighs. We exchange a look, and then we both lean in.
The moment both our mouths touch her, Sierra practically screams. The sensation of two alphas working her at once is clearly overwhelming in the best way, and I feel a surge of satisfaction at her response. Cole and Jalen move in, each on either side, lips on her nipples.
We find a rhythm quickly. I focus on her clit while Dax’s tongue explores lower, sliding inside her, tasting her deeply. Then we switch, and I’m the one pushing my tongue inside her while Dax circles her clit with deliberate pressure.
“Oh god,” Sierra gasps, her hands scrambling for purchase. One finds my shoulder, nails digging in. The other tangles in Dax’s hair. “Oh god, I can’t—I’m going to—”
“Mmm,” Dax growls against her. “Let us taste it, omega.”
I add my fingers, sliding two inside her while my mouth returns to her clit, and that’s all it takes. Sierra shatters, crying out as her orgasm crashes through her. Her inner walls clench around my fingers, and I work her through it, gentling my touches as the waves ease.
When she finally goes boneless, I press soft kisses to her inner thigh before looking up at her face.
She’s flushed and breathless and beautiful, her eyes glazed with satisfaction. The trembling has stopped. She looks peaceful in a way she hasn’t all evening.
“Better?” I ask softly.
She nods, reaching for me.
Dax settles on her other side, and Cole and Jalen move closer too.
“We should sleep,” I suggest, even though I don’t want this moment to end.
“Here?” Sierra whispers hopefully. “In the fort?”
“Absolutely here,” Jalen confirms. “No way I’m dismantling this masterpiece.”
So we adjust ourselves, rearranging pillows and blankets until we’re all comfortable. Sierra curls up between Dax and me, her head on my chest.
“This was a good day,” she murmurs, already half-asleep.
“The best day,” I agree.
“Tomorrow’s going to be good too,” she says, like she’s trying to convince herself.
“It will be,” I promise.