Seventeen #2
He melts against me when I press my lips to him, his frame shaking with constraint. I wish he had access to his hands, but I also kind of like that I get to be in full control. Connecting with him like this is almost more intimate than the way I connected with the sleeping alphas in the other room.
As worked up as he is, he doesn’t take it out on my mouth.
Instead, he goes slow, as if kissing me is something to savor, something he doesn’t want to rush.
His tongue presses against my lips, tentatively trying to connect with me, so I reciprocate.
Tasting him like this only enhances the other senses working overtime, making his rich scent even more addictive, deepening it and shooting straight to my bloodstream like fire and kerosene.
Before I know it, I’m wanting, feeling hollow, and climbing over him to make the ache go away. I think back to the day he saved me, because he’s the reason I’m even here now.
I pull back from him, staring at him in wonder.
“What?”
“I never thanked you for finding me, for getting to me. I was ready to die in front of that window; I’d made my peace with it. I would have gone without really knowing what any of it was for. Thank you, Anderson, for making me realize I have so much left to experience.”
A pained sound falls from his throat, but this time I think it’s because I’ve reminded him how far gone I was, how close we were to never being together.
In the face of what could have happened, and those early days when he ever left my side and made me feel safe and made me feel seen, one jerky outburst isn’t enough to override my opinion of him.
Maybe that’s irrational of me, but I know his heart and I know my sister fucked him up bad, just like she did all the guys.
“Also, I know I had nothing to do with it, but I’m so incredibly sorry that my sister effectively ruined your life.
That she embittered you and made you put up the defenses that made you lash out at me in the first place.
I’m sorry she turned you into something you weren’t prepared for, something you never asked for, and I’m sorry you’ve been thrust into a completely new lifestyle you know nothing about.
If you’ll let me, I’m going to fall in love with you and take such good care of you, Anderson.
I want to salvage her neglect and turn it into something beautiful. I think we really could.”
“No, Fable,” he rasps. “I should have known the risks of getting involved with her, so you don’t get to carry any of that guilt.
I’m a grown man and all the warning signs were there.
I’d really like though, if we could stop talking about your evil sister while my dick is out and you’re naked on top of me. It’s making me very confused.
“But I want all those things you said. I’ve never…
I’ve never really had a serious relationship before.
Never met anybody that felt important enough to try with.
I’m going to work on processing my feelings in a healthier way, so I don’t explode again.
If I do, just know it’s because I’m adjusting to new things and I’m overwhelmed about 80 percent of the time.
“You’re the only bright spot for me in this whole mess.
Well, I guess I can begrudgingly admit the guys are okay, too.
They take good care of you, I think, so I like that.
I’ve never had to share my partners with other people before, but after the scene you, Caloway, and Edric put on?
” he lets out a low whistle, shaking his head.
“I’m fucking on board. Let’s go. Let’s do it.
No more holding back, I don’t want to cling to a life that was never that great anyway.
I’m excited about our future, excited to see what we can become.
“Fable Lovall, I know this is probably the least romantic scenario to do this in, but I don’t want to waste another minute not knowing how it feels to be bonded to you.”
“You sure you’re not just—”
“I know my mind, and I’m ready. I want this. I want you.”
Warmth rushes out of my chest, my omega eager to claim the strong, beautiful-souled alpha in front of me.
Wanting him to have the full experience, I get myself into position, and take my time kissing his jaw and his neck, scent marking him and breathing him in.
My body is more than ready to tie myself to somebody else the goddess wanted me to have.
I need to arch my neck at a slightly awkward angle to reach his left pec, the glistening skin begging for a little decoration. I know he’s the alpha, but I’m biting him first.
I reach between my legs and hold his pulsing cock still, then start working myself onto him. I don’t sink my teeth in until he’s about halfway inside of me, then I let my weight go and force him inside the rest of the way, the tightness of my body trying to make me work to take him.
My fangs pierce into him and claim him as mine, and he leans forward to bite into the ball of my shoulder at the same time. It’s expected, but that bond snapping into place is an instant orgasm, making me lock around him as all my veins light up in pleasure.
Completely unaware of our surroundings in our current state, neither of us notice that Calloway has entered the room until he’s unlocking the cuffs around Anderson’s wrists, then his ankles, giving him his full faculties back.
He takes advantage of that immediately.
Anderson’s eyes blaze into me as he flips me onto my back, faster than a whip, then gets to pounding into me until his knot has no option but to be forced inside of me, hooking inside of me and ensuring we’re stuck like this for the foreseeable future.
I’m bent in half, feet on Anderson’s shoulders as he drives into me, his golden eyes mesmerizing me into staring into them.
“My omega.”
“Yours,” I agree, feeling his satisfaction and relief through the bond at having fixed things with me.
“I can feel you. You’re…you’re like this warm, glowing light. Gods but you feel good, Fable. Such a good omega, letting me knot you, teaching me how to be your alpha.”
“Reckon she’s going to teach us more than that,” Calloway speaks softly, threadbare sweatpants brushing against me as he maneuvers me and Anderson back into our earlier position, with Anderson on his back and me on top of him.
Then he straddles Anderson’s legs and wraps his arms around me from behind.
Anderson’s eyes flash and a snarl rips out of him as Calloway becomes a part of our moment, but Calloway has it handled.
“Easy, Alpha. Just here to ground and soothe our omega. You might be new to sharing, but omegas are hardwired to need more than one of us to keep them settled. Close your eyes and tune into the bond; can you feel how she got more content when I started touching her? Doesn’t even have to be sexual, I’m not here to push you out of your comfort zone or make you do more than you’re ready for.
I’m just here to guide you through this because knotting somebody for the first time is intense.
Your alpha is going to be needing an outlet, and I want to be here to make sure it’s processed in a healthy way. ”
Now that Calloway mentions it, I am more settled.
Being with Anderson is…incredible, mind-blowing, after weeks of teasing touches and growing intimacy, it doesn’t compare to this feeling now though, of being fully satisfied by Anderson’s abnormally large knot that’s splitting me in half while simultaneously being held in a sweet, connecting way by another of my alphas.
The orgasm washing over me is less sharp with Calloway kissing my shoulder and rubbing circles into my lower belly. It’s warm as the sun, flowing rapidly out to my fingertips and toes, making a strange purr erupt from my chest as I tremble.
“That’s it, omega, milk your alpha and show him how good you are for us.
He needs you, needs this bond, if we want him to adjust to this new life.
There you go, little bounces, gods, that’s perfect.
I remember how good that felt. Good job, Fable.
Keep going, make him weak for you. Wring him out until he’s got nothing left to sass you with. ”
Something in my core erupts at the dirty words, squeezing the fuck out of Anderson’s knot as I pull at it, using small, precise movements to get us both off in the most efficient, but mind-altering way.
Anderson is a mess beneath me, all those sharp tendons I noticed a minute ago flexing once more, sweat practically pouring off of him as his knot gets abused.
Eventually I can’t help but collapse on top of him, clinging to Anderson’s chest as Calloway presses one more soft kiss to my shoulder before quietly leaving the room.
In the almost silence, when it’s just me and Anderson experiencing small gasps and aftershocks, I cling to him, burying my face that’s suddenly wet with tears against his neck, chasing the scent gland and the comforting softness of the skin there.
“I’ve got you, baby. We’re going to be unstoppable.”
Overwhelmed by three new bonds in less than twelve hours, the emotions and hormones racing through me are seeking ways to even out, but Anderson doesn’t berate me as I silently sob them out onto his chest. His rough hands hold me, pressing into my skin in various areas to make it feel almost like everyone else is here, too, keeping my omega content.
With his soothing scent thick in my lungs and the absolute bliss of such an intense knotting and bonding session, I give into the overwhelming need to drift off, knowing that when I wake up, I’ll be that much closer to taking the pack back from somebody that was supposed to protect me.