12. Maisie
maisie
There’s a sense of insecurity as I stand before these two men in nothing but my underwear. The bra is near ancient, a skin-toned color that isn’t sexy at all, and my panties are simple pink cotton, built for comfort not to seduce.
I didn’t plan on tonight leading here. I thought we’d go to dinner and then I’d come back to my room and sleep alone for the rest of the night.
But when Lain put that offer on the table, I just couldn’t walk away from it. Everything Greer said earlier sounded so lovely and it’s something I’ve denied myself for too long. We all agreed that this will be a friends with benefits situation, and I can handle that.
At least I think I can.
With both of their hungry gazes on me, it’s hard to say if I’ll survive or not.
“Bonnie, isn’t she, Lain?” Greer says.
He’s sitting casually in his chair, relaxed like a king as he directs us and watches. I’ve never been with two men while lucid before and it has me wrapping a nervous hand over my stomach.
Lain quickly grabs my wrist, not allowing me to cover myself.
“Gorgeous,” Lain replies, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my navel.
There’s a light scent of vanilla, but it drifts away so quickly I must have imagined the warm smell. I should have a few more days on the scent blockers. That heady scent was all in my head.
“Is she wet?” Greer asks in a deep tone that sends shivers up my spine.
Lain’s blue eyes look up at me, a wordless conversation of consent as his fingers trace down to where the cotton is drenched in slick.
He toys with me, his fingers sliding back and forth against the material, soaking it even further.
“Drenched. You need relief, don’t you, pet?”
The term of endearment isn’t lost on me and I should probably tell him to stop using it, but I’m selfish and like it far too much.
“Yes,” I rasp out, because that’s exactly what I need. I want to feel like I did by the loch with Greer.
“Lie her on the couch, Lain,” Greer directs, and Lain stands to his full height, towering over me. His warm hand touching my waist has my skin prickling with goosebumps as he leads me to the couch.
I lie on my back, feeling nervous.
“I’ve got you, Maisie,” Lain says, as his handsome face hovers over mine. He’s still fully clothed as he holds his weight over me and pressing kisses on my throat and jaw.
I didn’t realize just how much I enjoyed kissing until today.
“Remember what I told you earlier?” he asks.
“Hmm?”
“That I’d go down on you so you could forget all your troubles?”
I clear my throat. “Right.”
Lain goes back to kissing me softly, tenderly, and I feel my body becoming more pliant. Some of the nerves are starting to drift away. He wouldn’t do this if he didn’t want to. I’m also eager to give him pleasure and it should certainly go both ways.
“So bonnie. So soft. What I wouldn’t give to scent you right now,” he says, his words nearly mimicking Greer’s from earlier.
Could I do that? Could I stop taking deodorizers for the rest of the trip? I’m not sure. All that matters is this moment.
Lain’s hair was softer than Greer’s, less thick as I run my fingers through the short strands.
“Do you want me to help you forget your troubles, Maisie? Please say yes,” he asks.
“Yes,” I rasp out and Lain starts kissing down my body.
He takes his time, kissing my clavicle, the skin above my breast, before moving down to my stomach. He skips the place where I want him the most, placing nipping kisses against my thigh.
My gaze is torn by watching him and the way Greer looks at me from behind Lain’s back. I lick my lips.
Is he just going to watch? Or is he going to join too?
“Focus on the Alpha between your thighs,” Greer says, making me snap my full attention to Lain, who’s hooking his finger under the elastic of my panties and slowly slipping them down my thighs.
There’s not even a moment to be insecure, not by the way Lain stares down at me like I’m truly the most exquisite thing he’s ever seen.
It’s not as bad as I thought, being the center of attention…In fact, I like it.
Lain uses two fingers, swiping through my slick, just staring down at my pussy.
“All this for me, pet?” he says affectionately, before pushing his two fingers into my entrance.
His other hand is gripping my thigh with confidence, and God. How could I have forgotten how good this was? Though that wasn’t right, was it? Because it had never been this good for me. I’d never truly let myself be intimate with people, never sought out touch or sexual gratification.
But at this moment I was starving for it.
Lain is so large that he’s basically moving to kneel on to the floor as his mouth descends on my clit. My back arches with the touch of his lips and I couldn’t be quiet if I tried.
I’m gripping on to the leather couch with little purchase, watching as this handsome Alpha goes down on me as if he’s reaching for his own pleasure.
The curl of his fingers inside me, along with the luscious torture of his tongue, has me almost ready to burst.
“That’s it, sweet Omega. Are you going to come for us?” Greer asks.
I’m not even sure when he moved, but now he’s sitting on the coffee table and sliding down the cup of my ugly bra and exposing my breast to the room.
Lain glances at him from under his lashes, but doesn’t move his mouth or fingers away from me. I have one hand in his hair, and as Greer leans forward and sucks my nipple in his mouth, I run my other hand through his too.
It’s overload feeling this good, being this cherished, having two Alphas treat me like I’m something special.
They both suck hard at the same time and it shatters me.
My head falls back, and my muscles clench. I even hold my breath, making my head feel light and airy. The sensation is nothing I could ever recreate myself, as these two men don’t stop touching me.
Lain’s fingers are still deep inside me, his tongue lapping at my clit as I moan out my pleasure. Both of them are watching me fall apart and I find myself thinking that I wish I could scent them too. I want to be able to tell how aroused they are.
I’ve never wanted to scent an Alpha in my life, but for these two I’d make an exception, and isn’t that just fucking terrifying?
I’m panting as Lain shows mercy on my over sensitive clit, kissing down my thigh. There’s a slight sheen of slick on his chin and he uses his forearm to wipe it off his face before giving me a pleased grin.
“That was…” I try to find the words.
“Oh, we aren’t done with you. Not even a wee bit,” Greer says, gripping my chin and bringing my mouth to his.
“What?” I say in a hazy voice and Greer smirks at me.
“You think I wouldn’t want my own taste?” he asks, and before I know it, Greer and Lain are trading places.
It doesn’t seem truly fair for both Alphas to go down on me and for me to not do anything in return. It’s not even an issue of feeling reciprocal.
I want to touch them. I want to please them.
“I’m going to stroke my cock while I eat your pussy and I don’t want you to come until I say so,” Greer says.
I nearly choke at his words and watch in fascination as he frees himself from his pants. He’s long and thick, with dark auburn hair at the base.
His veiny forearms bulge as he strokes himself and I watch in fascination as he pulls the skin back, showing the weeping tip of his length.
“You like what you see, sweet girl?” Greer asks, his tone confident and bold.
I return the favor by being bold myself.
“I want you inside me.”
Shock is evident on his face and he shares a look with Lain.
“You’re certain?” Greer confirms.
“Yes. I’ve never been knotted outside of my heat. I think I’d like that. I’m also on birth control and get tested at the facilities.”
“It’s been a while for me, too. I was tested a few months ago. Only if you’re sure?” he confirms and I smile.
“Me too,” Lain says, his fingers pulling down the shoulder straps of my bra.
I’m completely exposed to the both of them and about to have my first lucid threesome.
“Maisie, you’re sure?” Greer asks again.
“I’m sure. I want both of you,” I say, grabbing Lain’s belt.
He doesn’t need any more assurance as he grabs his shirt from the nape of his neck, giving me a glorious view of his body. You wouldn’t guess that he was a tour guide, not one bit.
But when he pulls down his pants, and I get a look at his legs, I sigh happily. The man has beautiful, thick, muscular thighs and calves. That wasn’t even something I thought I’d be into, but apparently I’m a sucker for strong legs.
When he pulls down his briefs, he’s a little longer than Greer, but not as girthy. His knot is already partially swollen and somehow that has me getting wetter.
Greer notices immediately.
“Do you like seeing how hard your Alphas are for you?” he asks.
Your Alphas.
The verbiage is concerning, but also so damn hot at the same time.
“So much,” is all I say, because it does.
Greer has fully taken off his pants, but he takes my breath away when he removes his shirt. Freckles are speckled across his chest along with a masculine helping of chest hair.
I expect him to line himself up at my entrance and slide right in. Instead, he slides his hands under my ass and leans forward, taking me against his mouth.
I gasp at the pleasure and unconsciously grab Lain’s thigh for support. He grunts and strokes himself as he watches his pack mate eat me out.
There’s no way I’m surviving these two, and I don’t think I want to.
Greer hums against my pussy and pulls back.
“Told you I wanted a taste,” he says, and he looks at the position of all of us. “Couch isn’t going to work. At least not like this.”
He grabs my calf, sliding me down the couch, before grabbing me by the waist and picking me up.
“You really have a thing for picking me up,” I tell him with a huff as he carries me bridal style. There’s a moment of complete mortification as I see the slick puddle I left behind, but I swallow it down.
“Aye. Guess I do. Lain’s room is downstairs,” he says simply, carrying me into his pack mate’s bedroom.
His room is softer than I imagined it would be.
The walls are a beige color, but the decoration within is just so Lain.
Maps and landscape portraits cover his walls.
His dresser is covered in photographs, trophies, and knickknacks.
His bed is large as he gently places me down on top of the downy comforter.
I take the time to unfasten my bra that’s nearly half hanging off anyway.
Here I am in the tour guide’s room who fixed my flat tire on the side of the road, and the tavern owner who saw me at my worst.
At this moment they’re my Alphas which is surreal, but somehow perfect.
I’m not thinking about tomorrow or the day after that. I’m just thinking about how unbelievably good these men are about to make me feel.