Chapter 63
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sixty-three
Before Bridget, I never would have thought watching my girl ride my best friend could be so fucking hot .
She practically tackled Jesse the second we got in the limo. Dante and I didn’t even have to guide the poor bastard out of the venue—Bridget cupped his face in her hands, whispered something, and he followed. Eyes glowing like a zealot who’d been touched by his goddess.
Fuck. Can I blame him?
She looks like a powerful, ethereal creature as she rucks her silk skirt up to her waist, baring the patch of fiery curls between her thick, deliciously dimpled thighs.
With vacant eyes fixed on her core, Jesse literally tears his pants down, rending the tuxedo’s fly as Adrian finishes issuing terse instructions to our driver.
The partition glides into place. A few of the windows crack open.
Dante balks, outraged. Echoing my own dismay. “You’re going to let her perfume out!”
Adrian nods brusquely, unfastening his cufflinks. “We’re her alphas, and she’s vulnerable. We need to keep a clear head until we get her safely into her nest. Especially once Jesse knots her.”
Bridget’s breathy whine at the mention of her nest has my cock fully erect. I grit my teeth, adjusting myself. Knowing Adrian is right , damn it.
Watching him navigate apps on his phone, launching into prep mode for what’s to come, I’m once again struck with begrudging gratitude for the older alpha. Back in the ballroom, when Jesse snapped into a rut and Dante spun out, he was the one who looked at me and saw what I was thinking.
Part of me hopes he can’t read my mind now, though. Given the sickening swoop that sails through me when Dante groans, “Fuck, corazón , I can’t wait to bite you.”
I ignore the seething sensation, forcing my focus to where Dante’s gathered her skirt in his fist, exposing her glorious ass. Just in time for her to sink her soaked pussy onto Jesse’s raging purple cock.
Holy—
Her thighs are shiny with slick. A wet sound squelches from her body as she keens, crying loudly enough to pull a purr to the surface of my chest.
Everything about Bridget is so delicious, I swear I could come from watching her hips and ass jiggle as she pounds herself onto Jesse’s cock. I let my mouth fall ajar, staring from my prime position across from their bench seat.
His knot and balls are already impossibly full and tight. I don’t have a single clue how the hell she’ll fit the swell into her body when it’s already so thick, but our girl is determined .
She’s so single-minded when she’s turned on. That makes me hotter. I’m going to let her use me and my knot for the rest of my life. And I’ll love every fucking minute of it.
Jesse snarls and grunts. His hands are bloodless from the way he grips her hips, but he buries his face in the cleavage bouncing out of her corset with distinct tenderness. Adoring her, even when he can’t think long enough to remember who either of them is.
The purity of his need touches Bridget. She whimpers, hugging her arms around his head and scent-marking his crown while she rides him faster. Pumping her spread, pink lips halfway over the thick, swollen skin at the base of his shaft.
“ Jesus , you’re so hot,” I grit, gripping my hard length through my suit pants. When Bridget’s blue beams flash across the limo to me, I smirk. “You gonna work that fat knot into your sweet little pussy, baby? Let me watch you take it.”
Bridget’s moan hits my balls and my heart at the same damn time. Drawing them up. Drawing me closer.
I find myself on my knees by her side, forfeiting my view so I can stroke her spine. “So beautiful,” I whisper, nuzzling her shoulder.
Adrian appears behind Dante, sliding his phone into his pocket. He reaches around our packmate, gently ruffling our omega’s hair. “Everything is ready for us, little blue. So whenever you feel your heat haze coming on, just let go and give in to it. We’ve got you.”
Bridget’s body stutters, her hips losing their fluid rhythm. Fear crosses her face, dulling her scent enough to rip a roar from Jesse’s heaving chest. She blinks, eyes shimmering with tears.
“Y-you won’t leave?” she sniffles.
We all snarl, but Dante is the loudest. His hand snaps up to her jaw, whipping her face in his direction. A fanatical twinkle lights his gaze as he grinds out, “We are never leaving you.”
Adrian purrs his agreement as Jesse scrapes his teeth over the creamy tits spilling out of Bridget’s gown. But even with all of them reassuring her, I’m the one she turns to.
Because she expects me to say no.
It’s her Omega, I realize. I pushed her away so many times, in the beginning. Now, the fragile voice inside her doesn’t know if I want them.
I huddle closer to her side. “ Never ,” I vow, then tack on a rueful smile that reflects the pang in my chest. “You’re stuck with me, Bubbles.”
And I hate that for her.
How can I keep her when I have no idea what kind of future I can give her? I might not have a career come Monday. And without baseball, I don’t know who the hell I am or what I’ll be able to provide.
The deluge of sweet lemon silkiness that pours off her can’t be denied, though.
She wants me. This . All of us.
Adrian pushes limp red curls off her sweat-misted forehead, gazing at her with undeniable adoration. “Do you still want our bonds, baby girl? Because we want yours .”
My gut tweaks again. But Bridget whines loud enough to shatter my thoughts, trying to shimmy her hips and fit Jesse all the way in. Imagining how full she must be distracts me just long enough for an idea to spring up.
“Need some help?” I murmur, darting a glance to our pack leader. I don’t really mean to look to Adrian for permission … but I’m pretty sure I am . His solid nod loosens my airway; a louder purr rumbles up my throat.
Most alphas would try to decapitate another person who touched them during a rut. But, as I suspected, if Jesse is so far gone, he hasn’t noticed Dante and me putting our hands on Bridget, he won’t care about this either.
I only get a slight snarl when my hand closes around the widest part of his knot.
Bridget soothes him with a filthy, licking kiss, swallowing his growl.
Below my wrist, I feel his balls tweak tighter while I knead the hard swell of his knot between my fingers.
Narrowing it just enough to pop into Bridget.
Her pussy lips and the quivering cunt stretch over his heated bulk. The wet sound of her tugging his knot all the way inside is enough to have me biting her upper arm, needing pressure to quell the ache in my canines when her bright, sugary cream gushes over my hand.
Fucking hell . I’m going to come.
Bridget screams, bucking her hips even though they’re locked against Jesse’s. His eyes roll back, body jerking as he sprays out inside her. I feel his balls emptying and slip my fingers around to Bridget’s clit. Two brushes of the throbbing bud send her into a screeching orgasm to match his.
My teeth dig further into her flesh. And I want to do it. Bite her. Mark her. Make her mine. Drag a thread from her bright, brilliant soul into my tattered, overcast mess .
My purr stammers as my salty scent deepens into something briny and unpleasant. Bridget’s hazy gaze searches for mine, but she’s barely able to focus once she finds me.
“A-alpha?” she mumbles, the words mushy, “What’s wrong?”
I expect judgment from the others. Heavy glares, disapproving scowls. After all, here I am, putting doubt back in her mind.
But I can’t ignore my conscience, telling me she deserves the whole truth. And when I chance a glance at my packmates, I only find concern and confusion on their faces.
“Bubbles,” I whisper, sighing quietly as I cup a hand around her nape and press my forehead to hers. “I might not ever play again. If you don’t want to bond me because— mmpfh .”
Bridget’s plump lips slant over my mine, sucking my fears off my tongue. Her slick heat invades, sliding over mine with an insistence that has my knot pounding as hard as my pulse.
The tart taste of lemon juice invades my senses, and I can’t hold back—my hands clasp her tighter as I delve into her mouth, kissing her with all the pain and need and love blistering a hole in my abdomen.
“I fucking love you ,” I snap when she draws in a gasp.
“And I need you to be happy and safe and?—”
She releases an impressive omega growl, silencing me before she plunders my mouth again. When she’s done, she pulls back with a fierce expression. “Then you better bite me , alpha.”
She turns to glare at rest of the guys. “You all better bite me.”
Dante grins so wide, I swear his face will crack. “Try and stop me, cupcake.”
Adrian’s smile is warm and fond. “Anything you want, sweetheart. Forever.”
Which, considering Jesse is currently floating in outer space, just leaves me, I guess. Bridget tosses her hair over her shoulder as she regards my expression, waiting impatiently.
Goddamn this woman.
I couldn’t love anyone more.
“Alright,” I agree, then throw in a wicked smile. “I’ll bite you, Bubbles. Hard .”
Jesse starts to come to. His growls roll into a steady purr. The way he rubs his face between her tits turns undeniably gentle.
“Bee?” he murmurs. “Is it—is it really you?”
Bridget whines again. The sound upsets my Alpha, but I’m grateful she’s finally letting those noises out. Allowing her Omega room to communicate when she’s distressed.
She nods wordlessly, hugging him closer. Jesse sloughs out a labored, broken breath, kissing his way up to her neck. “Bumblebee, thank God . I scented our mate, and I was so scared— Fuck . I love you. I love you so damn much, and I’m an idiot for every second I didn’t tell you.”
Bridget’s creamy, citrus-covered essence brightens into something almost painfully perfect. Dante jostles closer. “Me too, querida . I’ve been in love with you from the moment you told me to man up because you don’t speak ‘boy.’”
We all chuckle at that, snorting at our packmate. He doesn’t give a shit, though. He’s too busy kissing Bridget, weaving his fingers through her hair.
When they break apart, Adrian strokes his knuckle down her cheek, his eyes burning. “We all love you, omega. And we’re going to get into your nest and make you ours.”
Bridget keens, launching herself off Jesse’s lap and into Adrian’s arms. He catches her, but we all blink in shock.
They should have been tied together for at least another hour. Why did Jesse’s knot go down so fast?
The urgency on Adrian’s face when he kisses her forehead says it all. “Hot,” he rasps. “Too hot.”
Oh fuck.
Our girl is officially in heat.