Chapter 20 Wells
Wells
Forrest and I have been playing basketball with the Marshall pack. Beating their asses to be more accurate. But I suppose it isn’t fair when Forrest has at least five inches on everyone here.
These guys are good men though, and I’m glad they seem to hit it off with Claire’s friend, Andie.
Honestly, Heat Haven should just pay me to be a matchmaker on this ship, because I’d have everyone packed up by the end of the cruise. But alas, I’m too busy courting an Omega and dealing with an Alpha who’s never really had to share in his life.
Speaking of said Omega, Claire and Andie come strolling up to the basketball court, both of them covered in a sheen of their own sweat.
The moment they’re within sniffing range, I swear all the Alphas lose their collective fucking minds. Terrence dragging Andie to one corner, and Forrest bear hugging the shit out of Claire and bringing her to the other side.
I’ve concluded that they’re all feral at this point and it’s my duty as the pack Beta to keep everyone in check.
I expect Claire to complain about him, pressing her against his sweaty, hairy chest, but she just laughs.
The sound is melodic and sweet. Both of us are so gone over her and I truly can’t believe she’s ours.
I want to give her the world. I know she could buy herself whatever she wants, but there are so many things that money can’t buy; like the way my Alpha and Omega are smiling at each other right now.
I rub my chest because it’s the cutest shit I’ve ever seen.
“And where have you been?” he asks, peppering her sweat-covered collarbone. I swear I see his tongue peek out and take a little lick of her, too.
Naughty, dirty Alpha. I love it.
“Andie and I signed up for the pickleball tournament. It’s in a couple of days. I expect you both to be there to cheer me on.”
“Wouldn’t think of missing it,” I say.
Claire doesn’t pull away from Forrest, and I swear her pupils are larger than usual.
“We should go take a shower,” Forrest suggests, and Claire looks over at me.
“Or we could get even dirtier first before taking a shower?”
“Your room or ours?” I ask quicker than Forrest can even respond.
Maybe I was feeling a certain type away about them sleeping together, Forrest knotting our Omega for the first time and I wasn’t there. I was also letting my fantasies get the best of me by picturing us all together and what exactly that would be like.
“Mine,” she says, wiggling against Forrest slightly.
Forrest puts a hand on her forehead and his brows furrow.
“I’ve been playing pickleball in the hot sun. I’m not in heat. I just need my pack,” she says, shimmying her way out of Forrest’s arms. “So…are you going to give me what I want?”
Like a siren, she walks away, looking over her shoulder.
She’s got these athletic shorts on that swish around her ass, and I want to peel them off. Forrest and I follow her like lost dogs, our Alpha crowding her as we walk so no one else can get a whiff of her scent with how strong it is.
We get in the elevator, Forrest and I on one side and Claire on the other.
We stare at each other; her gaze looking at both of our bare chests and I just stare at how fucking perfect she is.
I will not be a bad little Beta in the elevator again, but that’s only because I got a notice on our cabin door that sexual activity should be done in private.
It was just a little making out and grinding.
Can they blame me? I’m pretty sure that whoever was watching the footage was just jealous and wanted to keep a Beta down.
When I glance down at her smooth, sun-kissed legs, I’m thinking another infraction and note from security is worth it.
Luckily, their jealous little eyes are saved as the elevator bell dings and we’re on Claire’s floor. We all check in with security and head toward her room.
When the door shuts, I expect the same frantic energy as the last time I was here, but Claire surprises me, going to her mini fridge and getting us all a bottle of water.
It looks comically small in Forrest’s hand as we all sip on our drinks.
“So…” Claire drifts off looking between the two of us. She clears her throat and puts the water down. “We should probably discuss what this looks like between the three of us. How things typically work with you two.”
I look over at Forrest and he looks back at me.
“We’re both vers,” I tell her.
She arches an eyebrow, but her scent thickens. “What exactly does that typically look like between the two of you?”
Forrest is just staring at her, his cock hard in his basketball shorts, leaving me to explain. Which is hard to do, knowing that we’re both hard and our Omega’s panties are probably drenched in slick.
I shake those thoughts from my head and give Claire a small smile.
“Usually Forrest is the one fucking me during penetrative sex. Sometimes he’s not.
More often than not, we’re not having penetrative sex and it can change who might take control or be more submissive.
I would likely be the same with you, happy to have you do whatever you want to me, but I’d also love to do whatever I want to you.
I would imagine that between you and Forrest, things would be more standard Alpha/Omega dynamic. ”
“I really liked how things went the other night. I like it when a man can take control, but I’m also not afraid to ask for what I want, either.”
“What do you want, little Omega?” Forrest asks.
She walks over to the other side of the wall and sits on the edge of the bed. When she leans back, her hands rest on the bed, arching her back and pushing out her breasts as she tilts her head.
“I haven’t seen the two of you kiss,” she says with a tilt of her head.
Forrest slightly hesitates, and I wonder if it’s because he’s worried about how our Omega will act with her two potential pack mates being with one another. Obviously, she knew before even getting involved with us that we were a package deal, but knowing and seeing are two different things.
“I always wanted a pack where everyone loved everyone. I’m not too precious about being the center of attention…well, not all the time, anyway,” she says and with those words, Forrest grabs me by the back of the neck, his fingers digging into the nape of my neck as his lips descend on mine.
He doesn’t hold back, kissing me as reverently as he normally would. He has a way of consuming you, of making the rest of the world fall apart. Though, there’s no ignoring the fact that I can feel Claire’s eyes on us right now, and by the thickness of her scent, she likes what she sees.
Forrest groans into my mouth, his massive cock pressed between us. The size of him is the only reason I don’t let him fuck me more often. It’s a whole process of taking him. Giving head has become quite the love language between the two of us.
But now that we have an Omega who can take him and his knot, no fucking problem? I know we’re all in for a world of fun.
Forrest’s tongue slips into my mouth as I grab his waist, pulling him closer to me. Claire doesn’t make a noise until suddenly there’s a much smaller hand on my waist.
I pull back from the kiss as Forrest slides her between us and she’s cupping my jaw and bringing my mouth down to hers.
Forrest kisses the back of her neck while the other hand grips my ass, pushing us all together in this sweaty, sexed-up sandwich.
Claire kisses far more delicately than Forrest, her lips softer and gentler as she lets me slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes ever so slightly like cinnamon and I can’t help but to wonder how well she and Forrest probably taste together.
Her hand slides between us, grabbing my hardening cock through my shorts, and I moan into her mouth. When Forrest’s hand covers hers and squeezes even harder, my knees nearly buckle.
“I want to watch him knot you,” I rasp out between kisses and she smiles against my mouth.
Forrest’s scent is thick and the grip on my dick tells me he likes the idea, too.
Claire whimpers as I kiss her again, and I’m nearly growing impatient. I want everything. I want to watch her suck his dick, take his knot, I want to fuck her together; I want to fuck her one after another; I want Forrest to fuck me while I fuck her.
Fuck, that’s a lot of fucking.
I know we have plenty of time, that this isn’t a one-time thing, but all the possibilities of what we could do are nearly dizzying.
“And I want you to show me how good you can take Wells down your throat. It’s all he’s been able to talk about,” Forrest says.
“Both. We could do both,” Claire says, which is extremely pragmatic.
She slides her hand away from my length to grab the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. As quickly as she does, I’m grabbing her body-hugging top and peeling it off her skin, grateful that it has a built-in bra and she’s completely bared to me.
Those fucking tits. I’ve gotta say, I’ve always been a boob man, even Forrest’s pecs get me going.
It only gets better when Forrest grabs her breasts from behind, kneading the flesh with his large hands. The natural progression seems to be to take off her shorts and panties and as soon as I do, her scent is wafting all over the place.
The smell seems to have Forrest losing his patience.
“Get on the bed, Wells,” he tells me and I smile.
I love it when he gets bossy like this. Claire seems to bring the best out of him, and I plan on enjoying every single second.
I do as he says, getting on the bed, my back against a plethora of pillows and something else. I push my hand into the softness and come back with Forrest’s suit jacket from the other night.
If Forrest wasn’t hard already, he would be now, knowing that Claire has been nesting with his clothing.
“Fuck. Show me how good you are for Wells and I’ll give you exactly what you need,” Forrest tells her, which has Claire springing into action, crawling onto the bed toward me.
“Jesus Christ,” I swear as I watch her ass high in the air and tits swaying with every movement.
Forrest has his hands in his shorts as he pulls them off and strokes himself watching.
Claire smiles before grabbing the base of my cock and licking the head, before wrapping her lips around my shaft.
I’m not sure if I’m more turned on because she says she doesn’t do this often and she’s done it for me twice, or because it feels so damn good.
She hums around my length and pulls up, and I wonder why she’s stopped. Her dark brows furrow, and I cup her chin.
“What is it?”
I swear she takes a deep inhale of me and scrunches her nose. Dammit, I knew we should have showered before.
“I can take a shower,” I say, and Claire shakes her head frantically, her brows still pinched together.
“I just…I need you to smell more like me, like mine,” she says, moving her way up my thighs and straddling my lap. I look over at Forrest, and he seems totally happy with this change of plan. “As long as that’s okay with you,” Claire says, rubbing the side of her face against mine.
Forrest has a look of concern on his face, but he doesn’t stop jerking off and there’s no way I’m not giving Claire everything she wants.
“Are you kidding me? All I can think about is how good it will be to be inside you. Mark me up, baby,” I tell her.
She hums her approval as I hold my length, and she slowly slides down my dick. Her pussy is so warm and wet, and I know I’m not going to last long.
Claire grabs my hair and brings her mouth to mine as I grab her ass, moving her up and down my length. Her slick is dripping between us and I can only imagine what a sight it is.
The bed dips behind Claire as Forrest straddles my legs, his large body behind our Omega.
“He feels so good, doesn’t he, princess? You like marking him up? Having him smell like you?” he asks her.
She moans out her agreement as she peppers kisses against my neck and bounces on my cock.
“You two look so fucking good together,” he says, adjusting her, so she turns to the side and he’s kissing her. When she parts from the kiss, he leans even more forward and kisses me. “I think I want to knot her while she rubs her wet little clit all over your dick.”
“Yes,” Claire agrees immediately for both of us.
She lifts up, my cock bouncing out of her as she pushes on my chest, and I shove some pillows to make some room so I can lie flat. Forrest’s jacket threatens to fall off the bed and Claire grabs it, resting it by my face. She’s scenting both of us at the same time.
“Kiss our Beta,” Forrest tells her, massaging my thigh and pressing between Claire’s shoulders to push her against me.
Her breasts flatten on my chest as she pushes my hair back, and kisses me wildly, rocking her hips as her wet clit glides along my shaft.
Claire leans forward, and her teeth graze my pec before she lightly bites down.
That’s it. I’ve died and gone to pack sex heaven.