Chapter 15
Chapter
Fifteen
BELLAMY
Winter and I are in the living room watching a movie when Shiloh trails in and sits in a winged chair away from us. He doesn’t seem to be paying attention to what we’re watching, and is instead staring off into space.
We don’t have a television in our nest. Honestly, we didn’t even want one. It’s a reason to come downstairs and not seem anti-social.
Glancing at Winter, I see that she’s gazing at him underneath her lashes.
“Shiloh?” Winter asks, waiting for him to blink and look over at her.
Cassidy’s words about how he gets nervous come back to me, and I chew on my bottom lip in thought.
“Would you like to sit with us?” I ask finally.
“I don’t want to interrupt,” Shiloh says with a small smile.
“You’re not,” Winter says quickly. She and I scoot away from each other to give him room to sit between us, erasing any arguments he may be having with himself.
Sometimes, you have to poke the alpha.
It hasn’t escaped my notice how often one of them glances at our lips as if they want to kiss us, but are holding themselves back. I appreciate how careful they’re being, but it makes me feel funny.
Winter and I aren’t shattered, merely slightly broken. Their care makes me feel as if there’s something wrong with us. Especially me.
I refuse to keep score, but they seem to reach for Winter more than me. The pack does the sweetest things for us both, yet I still feel as if we’re in limbo.
“Me?” Shiloh asks, standing lithely.
The man has so much grace in his body as he prowls slowly over to us. His knee hits the couch easily, and then he’s crawling in a way that has my mouth watering.
It should be illegal to be this gorgeous.
We got back from our date an hour ago, and have too much energy to go to bed. The movie is one with a lot of heated scenes, doing nothing to help settle either one of us.
“I’m here,” he says with a smirk, sitting between us. “What are you watching?”
“I don’t remember,” I rasp. It’s true, the plot isn’t important anymore, and the title of this movie has completely flown out of my head.
“Hmm,” Shiloh murmurs. “Why are you both looking at me like I’m a snack?”
“Because you are?” Winter asks teasingly.
“Are you playing with fire again, Kitten?” he asks her.
That’s new. Winter told me everything that happened at the rug store, and I ate her out to help ease the edge of her frustration. It’s not a hardship for me. I love the way she screams as she gushes all over my tongue.
“You got her all worked up for me,” I reply, deciding to see what’ll happen next.
“Did I?” Shiloh asks, chuckling. It’s deep, dark, with light edges. It really works for him, and makes my cock really fucking excited.
“Bell,” Winter laughs. “I doubt he wants to hear about it.”
“Oh, I definitely do,” he murmurs, adjusting his cock in his jeans.
Fuck. I can see the thick imprint of his dick, and I whimper slightly at the sight.
“What did you do, Bellamy?” Shiloh purrs. “I think you should talk me through it.”
“That suggests that you’re doing something while I talk,” I sass, glancing at Winter to see if she’s willing to follow me into trouble.
She winks because my girl is always down, and I see the sparkle in her again. We’ve been here for almost two weeks, and we're still finding our way. I want to slam the door on the last year and move on, but the gap of time we’ve been away from the normal world is really telling.
My lack of a portfolio is just one reminder, but there are half a million of them available. They seem to creep out of the woodwork, and some of those reminders wear ugly scars while others are still open wounds.
Our nest is far enough away to allow us to scream, cry, and have nightmares without having to explain ourselves. I know every alpha in this house wants to slay our demons, but the only way to do that is to make new memories to remind us we’re normal eighteen year olds.
We have dreams, libidos, and really enjoy testing our own limits. Today was a really great way to do that.
I don’t want to give up the freedom to just be, but I also know we don’t want to explain the scars left on our bodies either. They make it difficult to feel normal.
Winter and I forget to be on guard around these alphas.
“I have really dirty ideas about what you’re saying, but I don’t know if we’re on the same page,” Shiloh says slowly.
We’re the only ones in the house right now. The others went for a night run. I'm not sure why Shiloh didn’t go with them, but I’m grateful he’s here with us.
“I think you should tell us so we can trade notes,” Winter suggests.
My lips twitch as she shifts her weight, and Shiloh inhales deeply as she perfumes. My ass clenches so hard, my sphincter threatens to cramp. I can sometimes force myself not to perfume, but Winter doesn’t have that ability. If she’s turned on, you’ll know it.
Lifting Winter as he widens his legs, he places her between them so she’ll face him.
“I want to rip your shorts off so I can eat you out while Bellamy directs me,” he croons. “I want to show him how good I can be at listening.”
Fuck.
“Ummm. Tell him to finish what he started at the rug shop, Bell. I think I just swallowed my tongue,” she whispers through the bond.
I explain what Winter wants, enjoying the way the blue of his eyes slowly bleeds from them as his pupils dilate.
“Far be it for me to deny either of you,” Shiloh purrs, his hands on the waistband of her shorts with his brow raised.
Winter nods, yelping as he tugs on them so she topples back. Grinning, he pulls her shorts and panties down, swiping the latter to tuck into his pants. I can’t help my chuckle as he moves onto his knees so he can see her better, pushing her legs open.
“God, you’re beautiful, Kitten.”
“See how wet she is?” I rasp. “She likes it when you lick up her pussy and tease her.”
“I do not,” Winter pouts, gasping as Shiloh shows me what a good student he can be. “Ohhh. Maybe I do.”
“Mmm. So fucking sweet,” Shiloh groans. “I’m going to live here for a while.”
“Push your fingers into her pussy,” I rasp, swallowing hard as he does.
I give him command after command, whimpering as he follows them. Winter’s fingers twist in the blankets we have on the couch, moaning as her pussy gushes around Shiloh’s fingers. I make him edge her, kiss her clit, and suck on it like the world’s best hard candy.
Slick covers the bottom of Shiloh’s face, his facial hair almost nonexistent outside of a thin layer on his cheeks and over his upper lip. It’s as if it simply chose to stop growing, giving him a freshly fucked look. That’s what his hair always reminds me of.
Winter’s arousal hits me in the face, and I groan as she telegraphs that she wants my fingers deep in her ass. She’s this feral ball of sexual energy and she needs to feel completely full before she can come.
The only thing is that if I flip her onto her stomach, Shiloh could freak out about the brand that says Property of Clara. Return if found. The second part is written in tiny letters on the brand, which thankfully makes it harder to see.
Clara truly sees us as dolls for her to collect when we get lost. As far as I know, Winter and I are the only ones that she branded. Everyone in the auction looked on with disgust and awe as it happened. I don’t know where any of them ended up, but a part of me never wants to see them again.
There’s a deep shame in knowing they saw that happen to us.
Forcing the bad feelings away before they ruin the mood, I move closer to Shiloh so I can press my lips to his ear.
“What’s up?” he growls softly, sensing the need to be quiet. His fingers continue to move and rub Winter’s clit so she’s none the wiser as she gets lost in her pleasure.
“Winter needs me to flip her onto her stomach, but in order to do that, you can’t freak out,” I say softly.
His fingers stop for a full beat before he nods.
“Okay.”
I don’t ask for more, because I can tell he means that.
Knowing there’s something on her buttcheek and seeing it are two different things.
He removes his hands while I squeeze Winter’s hips, warning her silently she’s about to take a ride.
Lifting and flipping her is easy, not because I’m muscle bound, but because she’s light.
Shiloh’s eyes widen slightly at the sight of the burned brand in all of its tattooed glory on Winter’s skin, and I can feel the fire in his anger before he palms her ass. He goes back to his job of eating Winter’s pussy with renewed fervor, making her claw at the blankets.
Well then. I’m impressed by his level of compartmentalization.
“Bell,” Winter moans.
“I got you, Beloved,” I promise her, rubbing my thumb over her asshole to test the amount of slick she has. Sure enough, it’s just enough to enjoy the hint of pain as I fuck her with my fingers.
When there’s no one to shame you for your kinks, it means you’re able to make your own decisions on what you can handle. With our pasts, that’s necessary.
Pushing my thumb into her puckered hole, I smile as she whimpers.
“Such a good girl,” I praise, pumping my thumb in and out of her ass. “More?”
“Yes,” she gasps. “Shiloh, I need more.”
He already has three fingers in her cunt and he raises his brow in question. I’m enjoying being in a position of authority. I don’t think anyone but Winter has ever looked at me like this.
“Fist her,” I grunt, removing my thumb to push three of my fingers into her ass, enjoying the way she squeals.
I’m a little less careful than he’s being, but that’s only because I have a direct line to her mind. I can feel what she does, and know if it’s too much or not.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” Shiloh growls, his tone low and rumbly, making Winter shudder as it travels up her body.
I incline my head, licking up Winter’s back as her tank top rides up her body. The heady scent of her arousal makes me groan as I continue to push her shirt out of the way. Winter pulls it off and tosses it away, her cheek on the couch as she clenches around Shiloh and my fingers.