Chapter 32
chapter
thirty-two
Leave it to Jesse to be romantic as fuck when I’m too hard to remember my middle name.
Something with an H? Hector? Hugo?
It’s not my fault, okay? There’s only so much blood circulating in my body.
Jesse’s question starts to snap me out of my haze, but it has the opposite effect on Bridget. Instead of quelling the desire dousing her pussy, it makes her quiver all over again. Fresh slick drips from her core as a whine pierces the air.
“I—” she stammers, then whines again. Louder. “I’m s-sorry. I can’t think .”
Neither can I. The way she smells is breaking my brain . And knowing exactly how perfect her curves feel molded around my body? My scent is already strong from the hours I spent playing, but it surges higher. A sticky, sweet aroma to buffer the sharp edge of her citrus acidity.
Colt growls quietly, his own salty essence answering ours. “It’s the top of the sixth. The team will be back down here in an hour, and our scents are everywhere …”
Our scents are everywhere .
The words echo through my blank brain. Every receptor there blinks off, then blazes bright red.
Yes , my Alpha says. Perfect .
I’m going to claim this omega right fucking here. Let anyone call her my fake fiancée after they walk into the locker room and catch wind of how thoroughly I’m about to meld our scents together.
We’ll coat the fucking floor if we have to.
Before anyone can move, I snatch Bridget from Jesse. Another high-pitched sound slips up her throat, but I duck my head, nuzzling her face to reassure her Omega it’s still me.
That she has me.
The same way she did last weekend in the kitchen. One I’ve spent the whole week trying to understand.
I think I get it now.
She whimpers so softly, I doubt anyone else heard it. The noise hits my heart like a thunderbolt, electrifying my veins. “Come on, querida ,” I murmur, purring again. “I know what you need.”
She nuzzles her cheek against the sweaty V-neck of my jersey. Clinging to me with her fingers digging into my shoulders. “W-what?” she asks.
I rub my face over her crown, turning toward the locker room. “Remember what we talked about? Wherever, whenever? Well, I need you right fucking now. You good with that?”
Her desperate whine has my mouth watering. “That’s my naughty, sweet girl. Giving me this pussy whenever I want it.”
I pause just long enough to look over my shoulder at the guys. “You two gonna stand out here with your dicks in your hands, or would you rather help me show our omega how ‘real’ this shit can get?”
I could take Bridget in the showers. Or one of the curtained changing stalls. Or, hell, the PT room.
But I have a point to make.
I sling one leg over the padded bench angled between three walls of closet-like “lockers.” Yellow leather slides against my grass-stained uniform pants, but that won’t matter for long. I already have Bridget’s dress unzipped.
The thought of someone accidentally walking in and seeing all her glorious softness edges me closer to a rut than I’ve been in years. Instead, I let the sunny eyelet material pool around her waist, ensuring her round, perfect ass is fully covered.
Jesse and Colt stagger in, both looking every bit as savage as I feel. My fingers rip at my jersey, tossing it aside and moving on to Bridget’s bra. Her pupils expand, roaming over my exposed skin and the flaming flower tattoo branded across my chest.
I don’t think she noticed the curves of black ink last time. It was dark, and she was in a spike. Now, her Omega is definitely close to the surface, but I’m pretty sure my cupcake is still in control.
I pluck her hand up and place it over my pec, encouraging her to touch me while I shimmy out of my bottoms. It’s only fair since, a second later, I tug the cups covering her tits out of my way.
“ Dante !”
God, yes. Fuck. More .
“Mm, querida .” I ghost my hands down her sides and catch her bright blue gaze with mine. “Is this okay? Can I take you here?”
She knows this is what I’m into, but she never actually agreed to let me have her any time and way I wanted. Plus, she was upset a few minutes ago. And I guess we could try—fuck, I don’t know— talking ?
People do that.
I’ve heard about it.
Not Bridget, apparently. She practically tackles me off the bench. I barely manage to catch her before we fall, stabilizing us with my core.
To hell with baseball. Throwing this omega around and keeping her balanced on my cock is officially my new fitspo.
Her lips are addictive. Soft, pillowy perfection. So sweet, my lungs burn, and my knot inflates.
My tongue glides along hers, sucking it into my mouth. I don’t even bother looking up when Jesse’s caramel-corn scent drifts closer; I just scoot us back, straddling the bench and giving him a place to sit behind Bridget.
He hesitates—and some distant, fogged piece of my brain realizes they probably haven’t even kissed yet.
I can fix that.
Biting Bridget’s lip hard enough to earn a squeak, I brush one last scent-mark on her face and flip her to face him.
There. Simple.
Like a gentleman, Jesse offers his hand to help her re-situate. When she takes it and slants a shy look up at him, his features soften.
All his concerns melt away the second he sees how self-conscious they make her. His chest rattles as he slowly moves to sit in front of her, sliding closer.
Bridget’s eyes flash to our third packmate’s. Colt’s jaw works, grinding and clenching when he swallows hard. His hands drop to his belt. Something personal passes between them.
“I’ll watch,” he rasps. A compromise I don’t understand, but Bridget does. Her scent brightens.
Jesse and I both groan. He slowly frames her face and bends to seal his lips over hers. They start out with a gentle brush, but soon they’re eating at each other in a way that has my cock straining higher.
I hear Colt’s belt tinkle. My mouth falls to Bridget’s shoulder, licking and sucking the skin beside her lacy orange bra strap. I wonder if her panties match and reach under her skirt to tear them off. She shrieks indignantly when they rip.
“Stop ruining my panties!” she scolds, whirling from Jesse to me.
I bite her shoulder again. “No.”
Because, honestly . What a ridiculous demand.
“Dante—” Her complaint shatters into a moan when my hand cups her core.
I pinch there, remembering how much she liked having her clit rubbed with her own pussy lips. Slick has soaked her whole slit, which must make it more intense because she bucks into my fingers immediately.
I slough out a growl. “Fuck, baby. All this for us?”
Bridget’s moan is muffled by Jesse’s mouth. When she starts to tug at his jersey, he whips it off and shoves closer, inhibitions forgotten.
“ Bridget ,” he breathes, chest heaving under her hands. His eyes drop to her gorgeous breasts. His throat bobs.
This nerd, I swear .
I kick his shin and he jolts back into action, stroking his fingers over her arms before he moves to fill his palms with her peach-tipped tits. Bridget angles her body to encourage him.
And Jesse snarls .
Part of me wants to fight the fucker off. On the other hand… get it, I guess?
We’ve never done this before, sharing a woman. But hell, I can learn.
“Take your pants off,” I suggest, nodding at Jesse’s legs. His green eyes glint, understanding lighting them before they slide to Bridget’s face. Reading her reaction.
She bobs her head, tugging at his uniform again. Jesse obeys, standing just long enough to shuck his bottoms and put his jersey between his bare ass and the bench.
Right. Probably should have thought of that.
Bridget’s perfume floods the room in a fresh wave. I lean around her shoulder and follow her gaze to my packmate’s hard dick.
I suppose it’s a nice one. Our omega definitely approves, if the way she licks her lips says anything.
Fuck . I’m jealous, but it’s more compelling than upsetting. The spark of competition just makes me want to fuck her better than anyone else ever has. Give her more than they could.
Or make sure we give her more than any other pack ever could.
I slip my free hand under Bridget’s ass, cop a quick feel, then lift her up and forward. Her legs part to straddle Jesse. He buries his face in her neck, sucking the pristine skin.
“Fuck, Bee,” he groans. “You have no idea how long I’ve—” He growls and purrs at the same time. Our omega turns her face into his, waiting for him to finish. Their eyes meet, and he whispers, “I’ve needed this. Thought about it a thousand times.”
Bridget’s pouty lower lip wobbles. The sight shreds my lungs, but the small smile that blooms on her mouth a second later heals the wound. And it isn’t even directed at me.
“Next time you think about it,” she murmurs to Jesse, “will you tell me?”
His eyes burn , shining. “Yeah,” he rasps. “I promise, bumblebee.”
Colt interrupts, his snarl muted but vicious. When we look over, we see him leaning against the closed door with his hand in his open jeans, peering out the window to the hallway through narrowed eyes.
“We’re fine,” he determines. “But we shouldn’t stay here long.”
Bridget nods. Her fiery hair cascades down her back when she rears up over Jesse’s lap. Her red locks swing against her pale, flawless skin, the curled ends grazing the soft spot where her curves fold into each other.
And my patience crumbles .
Let’s be real, there wasn’t much of it to begin with.
Standing, I round the bench just in time to watch Bridget’s face as she sinks onto Jesse’s dick. She looks so hot —wild eyes, pink cheeks, parted lips…
Like she’s reading my mind, her focus darts to my cock, bobbing inches away from her face. Jesse thrusts into her, and she cries out, reaching up to claw at my hip. She scratches my side, trying to drag me closer. When I take another step, she moans and dives for my cock.
Holy. Fuck.
My hand falls onto her head, fingers sifting through brilliant strands. I grip the strands at her nape, growling as the velvet heat of her mouth glides down my shaft.
Jesse leaves a trail of bites along her collarbone, whispering to her while he rocks his hips under hers. She’s so slick, I hear every thrust.
Her tongue curls around me, licking the sensitive patch under my head. When I tug at her hair, she hums and works me in deeper.
Carajo , she’s perfect. The plush cushion of her lips, the seal of her warm, wet suction. Her little moans and gasps as I start bucking my hips in time with theirs. Making sure her mouth and pussy are always full at the same time.
Lemon perfume swells while I picture putting her on all fours and spit-roasting her from both sides.
Or putting her on her back, letting her head and all this gorgeous hair hang off the side of her bed while I fuck her face and Jesse takes that sweet pussy.
Watching her big tits bounce every time ? —
“I’m gonna come,” I realize. “Fuck, Bridget. Your mouth is too good.”
She whines, plunging her lips down my shaft until they hit my aching knot. My abs harden while fire licks up my spine. Tingles echo in my balls, and the swell pumps fuller. Ready to expand and fill her up.
Bridget cries out, the sound muffled by my cock. She takes it as deep as she can, gagging on it but not caring.
My mouth falls open as I start to burst down her throat. She blinks up at me, tears streaming from her big, blue eyes. Vulnerable. Letting me use her the way I like. But also proud, with her head high.
An equal. A queen .
Daring me to push her further. Trusting me to know when to stop.
The look guts me. And heals me. And ruins me.
My heart cracks open. Tenderness bleeds behind my sternum.
And fuck— fuck .
Leave it to me to fall in love with a woman while she’s choking on my cock.