54. Rafe
Chapter fifty-four
"Hey," I whisper, sliding next to Slime, where he's fallen asleep in the nest. "Has she woken up?"
"Once," he mutters, curling into my side. Since we crossed the line in our relationship the other day, he's been more open and affectionate with me. It's strange, knowing how hard he pushed against this, but I guess there is something to be said about the Alpha who protests too much.
I stroke my hand down his back. "Get some rest. This is just the first few hours. Once she bites us both, I have no doubt it'll ramp up."
"You think?" he nearly slurs with sleep. "She's gonna give my dick a workout."
"I can too, you know," I joke, cupping him over his pants. "Icarus did say Alpha on Alpha pheromones can help satisfy a heat faster."
He moans softly, thrusting his crotch into my hand. I feel it flex and harden, and I groan, holding on tight. "Don't tease me, Simon."
"Done hiding behind the specter of maybe, isn't that what you said?" He peeks open one hazel eye and stares me down. My breath catches in my throat as I nod. "No teases, Rafe. I know what we have doesn't make sense, but we have time to figure it out. We don't have to have it spelled out on one of your spreadsheets. Jordan is our priority, and we'll evolve as we go."
The other Alpha rolls to his back and stretches out, his tattered black t-shirt rising to show the glinting silver of his belly button ring. "We can follow our bodies and our hearts. We don't need to know where they'll end up to enjoy the journey."
Dropping my arms on either side of his head, I loom over him. In the low light of the nest, he's so beautiful, and I press my lips to him in a gentle kiss. His lips part, and it's like they release all the tension in his body with them as every part of him loosens and welcomes me to press against him.
Simon wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me closer. His hips are slimmer than mine, so when I lower mine to connect with his, his socket within mine perfectly.
I can feel his cock, hard and pressing against his plaid lounge plaids, against my own, and my kisses grow more desperate. I pull away with a snarl, ripping off my shirt and reaching for his. He beats me, stripping out of it and his bottoms quickly before laying in front of me gloriously naked.
When we were together years ago, he had no tattoos and certainly didn't have that piercing I tasted. But every inch of flesh covered in art is familiar to me. I have touched, kissed, licked, and fucked my way across the canvas that is Simon Stargazer before, and I can't wait to do it again.
Stripping out of my pants, I hover over him again, my cock swollen and cum pooling at the tip as I watch the excited rise and fall of his chest. With one smooth movement, he pulls my face to his, our lips clashing in a furious kiss, and my hips drop, our cocks sliding against one another.
Slime groans, thrusting his hips up and dragging his cock against mine. I bite his bottom lip before diving my tongue deeper into his mouth. He's panting against me, his pelvis twisting and moving, desperately seeking friction. Every pass of his cock on mine has me groaning, needing more. We grind against each other, and Simon pulls away from me with a loud moan.
"Shh," I hiss, looking around the nest. Cyrus is passed out where Jordan left him, and she's curled into Icarus' chest. "We don't want to wake them."
I spit in my hand, reaching down to coat both our cocks in moisture before wrapping my hand around them. When I squeeze, I can feel his ring toy with my slit, and I thrust into my fist furiously.
With our lips suctioned to each other, we fuck my hand, and it's getting harder and harder to hold back our sounds of pleasure. He wraps a hand softly around my neck, tracing his fingers up to my chin and pulling me away from his lips.
"Fuck, Rafe," he pants, looking down to where our cocks meet. "I'm going to come if we keep this up."
I kiss the corner of his mouth before licking the shell of his ear. "That's the point, Slime."
He groans, throwing his head back, and pushes his hips up three times before his cock starts to pulse in my hand. I tighten my grip as he yelps, hot cum squirting from his tip and coating my hand.
"Alpha?" A small voice moans from behind me. Slime's eyes widen and I look over my shoulder to see Jordan has rolled off of Icarus and is slowly waking up.
I lick Slime's release off my hand before pressing a kiss to his mouth and rolling over, gathering Jordan in my arms and positioning her between the two of us. Remembering the conversation we had after her first heat spike, I gently lift one of her legs and slide my cock into her half-asleep body.
She moans, and I immediately shush her, running my hands down her hair. "Shh, Jordy, you're okay. You're okay, sweetie. You need a little more sleep. Let me take care of you."
My movements are slow, as much to lull her back to sleep as they are to keep me from shooting off in her too soon. I'm still so keyed up from messing around with Slime.
After a few moments, her breathing deepens, and she falls back to sleep as I gently rock my cock into her. Her skin is flushed, for sure, but she's still at a manageable level.
Icarus jolts up, naked from taking care of Jordan after Cyrus was done with her. "She's awake?"
I hold a finger to my lips. "No, she's asleep."
"Are you fucking her while she sleeps?" he hisses. If he notices Simon stretched out and covered in cum, he doesn't mention it.
"We talked about it before. She's consented."
He sucks his teeth and nods, taking me at my word.
That's one of the great things about Icarus. He cares fiercely for Jordan and will do anything to protect her, but he also trusts her. He doesn't think she's too fragile or naive to make her own decisions.
That care extends to us as his packmates, too. He could be massively overprotective of Jordan with us, and none of us could fault him for it, but even from the beginning, he's encouraged her to hear us out.
Icarus slips out of the nest, mumbling about making tea, and Simon curls up on Jordan's front. He stares at her in rapture, so much love and devotion in his eyes I may as well be looking at cartoon hearts.
Eventually, we both drift off to sleep, Jordan keeping my cock warm as she sleeps peacefully.
But the peace doesn't last because I am jolted awake when I am slammed on my back, and Jordan impales herself on my cock. Somehow, she managed to slip off of me and get me pinned while I was asleep.
Her face is flushed, and her eyes are wild as she grinds her hips, hands pressing against my pecs. I stare at where our bodies connect, loving how her pale flesh looks against mine.
"Jordy, whatever are you doing?" I bite my lip, holding back a chuckle at the feral look on her face. "Are you taking advantage of me?"
She snarls, curling her fingers to dig her nails into my chest. "Mine."
I cup her cheek, and she leans happily into the touch. Her skin is fevered but not as hot as I know it will get over the next few days. "Yes, love, I'm yours."
"Bite. Bite, bite, bite!" she chants, exposing her throat beautifully.
With a hand around her hips, I manage to sit up, thrusting slowly into her from below and holding her to my chest. "You sure you want my bite, Jordy?"
I want this more than anything, but she has to want it, too—and not just because she's in heat. I can't think of anything better than always feeling her with me, but it will sour if this is a split-second decision.
"She's sure," Cyrus says, groaning as he rolls over onto his side. "I can feel it."
Jordan chomps her teeth at me again before stretching her neck out exaggeratedly. Wrapping an arm under her knee, I push forward, causing her to fall backward as I throw her leg over my shoulder. She moans loudly as I grind my hips into her core, and I catch the sounds with my mouth.
"Your sounds of pleasure taste so delicious," I hum, dragging my nose up her throat. "Almost as good as you tasted on Simon's cock."
She whines and grabs at my back, raking her fingernails down the bare skin, and I hiss with the sensation. It doesn't hurt, but it's not my favorite feeling.
Simon notices my wince and appears behind Jordan's head, grabbing her hands and pulling them over her head. "Your Alpha didn't like that, peaches," he coos. Jordan looks devastated, eyes wide and glassy as she stares at me.
"You can make it up to me, Jordy," I purr, rubbing my nose on hers. "All you have to do is say you're mine, forever."
She blinks several times, the haze clearing from her eyes. She stares at me, and I fall into her pale green eyes, spending what feels like an eternity waiting for her answer.
"Rafe," she says with a sigh. "Alpha. Yours."
The hand that clenched my heart releases, and I snarl, primal instincts taking over as I thrust into her quickly, taking her by surprise. She screams as I bottom out, her leg over my shoulder giving me more leverage to rub the pad of my thumb into her clit. Hypersensitive because of her heat, it doesn't take long for me to get her on the edge.
Just before she falls over, I flatten my body against hers and bite the side of her neck right under the ear.
She explodes around me, her pussy pulsing around my cock as she moans and thrashes beneath me. I rub her clit as she comes down from the sensation, but before I can pull away, she grabs my wrist and pulls my hand to her mouth, wrapping her mouth between my index finger and thumb to sink her teeth into the back of my hand and palm.
A moment of pain turns into the most exquisite pleasure, and when she timidly licks my palm, I lose control and pound into her once more before I find my release.
Wild energy thrums through me like a thunderstorm, so distinctly Jordan that it takes my breath away. All I can feel is her contentment and love thrumming inside me. There is no doubt. There is no resentment.
There is just the woman I have loved for nearly my entire life.
My knot expands rapidly, locking us together, and I struggle to shuffle us into a comfortable position. She sighs happily as I settle her against my chest, whispering "mine" under her breath.
Icarus returns with a coffee for me and tea for Jordan, but she never gets around to drinking it before she falls asleep in my arms.