Chapter 33
chapter
thirty-three
Dante’s dark eyes smolder as he finishes.
Warm, juicy sweetness blasts across my tongue. The taste lights every neuron in my brain. They pulse with pleasure, glowing as bright as the fervor in this alpha’s gaze.
His release sliding down my throat is every bit as drugging as the caramelized scent of Jesse’s skin and the low, gentle hum pressed to my breasts. His purr hitches as he watches me swallow his packmate, a growl edging his exhales.
Dante’s fingers loosen at my nape, massaging the roots of my hair and recapturing my attention. I blink tears out of my eyes and pull back. He smiles, but it’s not his usual cocky grin. This expression is soft. Sincere.
“You’re perfect, querida .”
He sounds huskier than usual, but I don’t have time to wonder why. Because Jesse’s hands cover my hips, yanking me down his cock.
AGH!
He’s huge .
Longer than Dante, if maybe not quite as thick. Close, though. And more than girthy enough to rub at all the nerves tingling for a knot. When he hits so deep it steals my breath, my body cinches tighter around him.
Jesse .
Jesse Locke is inside me . Biting my shoulder, sucking my neck, telling me how…
Telling me how beautiful I am .
He says it over and over, leaving the word all over my skin.
Beautiful.
Beautiful.
Beautiful .
Our position makes it hard for me to do much of the work, but that doesn’t matter. He’s so strong, using his bulging arms to lift and lower me into fluid rolls of his hips. The view is amazing—his broad, golden chest, his flexing abs, the flash of his teeth when he bottoms out inside me.
I whine, gushing all over his lap. Jesse hears the sound and tugs me forward, adjusting the way we’re arranged until— oh .
Oh!
His hot, swollen knot grazes the bottom of my clit. The muscles in my core clench and flutter. “Yes,” Jesse urges, bucking harder. Pressing himself into the buzzing nub begging for more attention.
A sharp sound vibrates out of me. A low, dangerous growl answers from the door.
Colt .
He’s still at his post, but guard duty seems long forgotten. His closed fist flies up and down, jacking his impressive cock. I can barely see it, with how fast he’s pumping his hand. But I swear I catch a glimmer studded just under the wide, ruddy head.
The wild look on his face only adds to his intensity. Veins bulge up his forearms and shaft. Pre-cum shines on his skin. He grits his teeth in a savage snarl, burning his gray gaze into mine.
“ Come on him ,” he grits. “Squirt your slick all over that bench.”
Oh God .
The tension in my core tweaks tighter. Jesse slows his pulses, letting me grind into the top of his knot with every thrust.
“Jesse! Alpha !”
“I’m here, beautiful,” he pants. “I’m right here. Does that feel good?”
I try to moan, but it comes out as a whimper. I try to nod, but there’s suddenly a lump in my throat.
They’re all being so… raw . And wonderful. And them .
Will it end as soon as this does? Or will everything be different?
I’m not sure what would be worse .
Jesse locks eyes with me. Something gentle warms the green and gold. “I’m here,” he says again, staring right into me. “I’m here with you.”
I gasp to keep from sobbing. Jesse’s scent spikes, his chest hitching on a growl as his cock strains. His knot expands, firm and slick against my clit.
The weight crushing my lungs pushes out another whine. All the tension inside me—physical and emotional—pops. Like a bottle of warm champagne, fizzing and bubbling bliss.
Jesse groans loudly, catching me close and burying his face in my neck as he follows me over the edge. Holding his cock deep and spraying out his release while I clamp around him on each spurt.
“ Fuck ,” Colt barks. His salty scent winds into Jesse’s sweetness. Both somehow complementing the overwhelming lemon perfume smothering the room.
Shit , I think, trying to clear the spots from my vision. My scent. It’s everywhere. And it’s strong , probably not even masked at this point…
How long until they all wrinkle their noses? Or find towels to put over their faces?
Jesse’s purr melts some of the panic lining my thoughts. When I catch my breath and gather the courage to search his face, I don’t find even one crease. Just his shy smile and a teasing glint in his eye.
“Still here,” he murmurs, leaning his forehead into mine. “Still with you.”