Chapter 18
M organ and Ryder returned just before sunset, both of them smelling like they’d rolled around in a vat of maple syrup. I met them in the garage as they were stripping out of their gear, and Morgan came right up to me and dropped down, sending my heart into my throat to have her head at cock height, but she simply slithered right up inside my shirt with me.
She peeked up at me through the distended neck, her purr already rumbling against my skin.
Godsdamn, she was cute.
“Hello there, little fox.” I cupped the back of her head through the fabric. Every nerve in my body was at attention, having her bundled so close. She locked her arms around my back and breathed in deeply, rooting against my chest.
“Pretty sure she’ll be in heat in the next day or so,” said Ryder.
“Sure seems that way. Did you get some good shots?”
“Photo shots and back shots,” Morgan piped up before burying her face hard against me. “Ignore me.”
Ryder laughed at her outburst and we shared a look. I wasn’t surprised that had been the case, given how much he smelled like her, but apparently the rise in hormones made her a lot more vocal about it.
“As long as you had fun, that’s the important part.” I moved a hand over the Morgan-lump under my shirt. “Did he treat you well or should I lock him outside for a bit?”
A shiver rolled through her and she dug her little nails into my back. “He treated me very well.”
“Good. We should get you in front of the fire. Did you want to walk there yourself or should I carry you like this?”
Morgan let out a small sound of distress. “I want to be carried but I don’t want everyone to see me being this pathetic.”
Ryder trailed his knuckles from her head all the way down her back. “The last thing anyone here is going to think is that you’re pathetic. It’s cute as hell that you want to be close to us.”
She gave another whine but only clung to me tighter.
“Come on, firecracker.” Ryder cupped his hands beneath her thighs and lifted, letting her wrap her legs around me and bringing her high enough I could carry her weight. “There we go. You need some food and nest time.”
The spread of her thighs only made her scent stronger, all of that maple slick filling every breath.
“I’ll be right there,” said Ryder. “We made a mess in her snowsuit so I’m going to get that cleaned before I join you.”
I nodded and then set off inside, bringing Morgan into the living room, where Maverick and Bear were working on dinner and Pumpkin was passed out on a cushion in front of the fire.
“Omega delivery,” I announced, everyone turning to us.
Morgan wriggled like a little worm in my arms. Bear nudged Pumpkin off the cushion so I could sit with Morgan still in my lap. Indignant over her nap being interrupted, Pumpkin took herself to her bed in the kitchen, flopping back down with a huff.
“Feeling needy, sweetheart?” Maverick asked Morgan.
“A bit.” Her purring resumed instantly and she squirmed around until every inch of her was plastered against me. My cock didn’t know this was just a cuddle, and I wasn’t so certain Morgan did either with the way she kept wiggling against it.
This shirt probably wouldn’t survive the experience of Morgan completely wedged inside of it with me, but I didn’t mind. She was so sweet and warm, and I was getting half-drunk on her scent.
Bear set a palm on her exposed thigh while he flipped flatbreads in the cast-iron pan. Morgan bucked against me, her thighs dropping open like she was inviting Bear to go further.
“Do you want Bear to touch you, little fox?”
She nodded, her nails digging in harder.
Bear handed the metal spatula to Maverick and shifted to get closer. He walked his fingertips up her thigh, Morgan’s whole body shuddering and her scent rising even thicker. The first plunge of his fingers had her letting out a strangled cry that sent goosebumps cascading over my skin.
The sound of her slick as Bear finger-fucked her was almost obscenely loud. My mind raced with all manner of filthy thoughts. It would be so easy right now to lean back and expose her glistening pussy so Bear could fuck her properly. I already knew what she felt like when she fell apart in my arms, but now I craved holding her while someone else made that happen.
Her delicious whimpers walked through my brain, flicking off the switches of my rationality and control one by one. Nothing was stopping me from doing exactly what my thoughts suggested. Morgan had only experienced one-on-one with us, and soon enough she would be descending into her heat. She needed all of us to get through it, so why not get some practice in?
The rush of slick when Bear got her off soaked into my pants, making all the air around us smell like a syrup factory.
“Back up from the fire if you’re all gonna get rowdy,” Maverick ordered. “We don’t need another injury added to the list.”
It was hard to take his admonishment seriously when his cock was clearly tented and his pupils were blown wide.
“Do you want Bear to fuck you, omega?” I asked.
“Yes,” she squeaked out.
“Okay. Let me rearrange you a bit.” I made quick work of dragging down another couch cushion behind me and untangling her limbs so I could lie back. Morgan still pressed herself against me, but when she raised her hips for Bear, the shirt rolled up her back. What a sight we must be from the outside.
Bear wasted no time getting comfortable behind her and shoving down his pants. His growl set me on edge and Morgan let out a plaintive whine in response.
“Please, Bear,” she gasped out.
“Do you need to stay in the shirt, little fox?”
She hesitated a moment. “No?”
“You can stay there if you want. I was just checking.”
“I want to be contained.” She nuzzled my chest. “It feels safe.”
“Whatever you need is fine,” I promised. “If you want out of the shirt at any point, I can hold you instead.”
Morgan hummed softly. “Yes. Hold me.”
I wrestled us both free from the fabric and locked my arms around her, her purr renewing. She clung to me, wedging her face at my throat and lifting her hips in the air again with an impatient growl.
The sound prompted Bear into action, gripping her hips and sliding his cock into her dripping cunt. He groaned long and low, staring up at the ceiling with panting breaths. I knew exactly what he was feeling. Nothing felt quite as amazing as getting inside our omega.
I felt every quake of her body as she adjusted to Bear. Tugging on her curls brought her face up to mine, letting me drown in the ferocity of her kiss as I stole her whimpers for myself.
I’d never seen Bear fuck anyone before, but I had to say the wild look in his eyes made me believe he’d have earned his name if he wasn’t already in possession of it. Morgan cried out with every thrust, the tension in her body ratcheting up with each second that passed.
Ryder rejoined us, leaning over the couch to watch. “I always thought people who said watching was as hot as participating were dumbasses, but I could definitely get on board.”
Morgan broke away from my mouth and sank her teeth into my skin as she came. Her bite to muffle herself made me crave a real one that would tangle our souls up so tightly I had no hope of extricating them. Bear’s movements stuttered, his breath coming short. I knew what that squeeze felt like.
“I feel like a saint over here,” said Maverick. “You’d all better appreciate dinner not being burned.”
I couldn’t quite work up a laugh.
Bear didn’t last too much longer before yanking her hips back against him, the two of them detonating as his knot filled her up.
I drifted in a daze, the scent of Morgan’s pleasure making me dizzy. I thought we were finished for the moment, but she wriggled down my body, nudging Bear to back up until she could snatch the waistband of my pants.
“Motherfu—” My surprised cursing broke off when she wrapped her lips around me. I dropped my head with a groan and threaded my fingers into her curls.
Morgan didn’t have an ounce of finesse or practiced skill to her movement, and I didn’t give a flying fuck. My omega’s mouth was on me, and I was going to hit euphoria either way.
Thoughts crashed around in my head. Had she done this to anyone before? If I was the first to get this honor, there was a good chance I would come down her throat immediately from knowing that.
She shoved herself down too far and pulled back with a cough, shaking her head before closing her fingers around my length, sucking the tip like a goddamn lollipop and fighting with her hair to keep it out of the way.
“You ever done that before, firecracker?” Ryder asked.
She popped off briefly to shake her head.
Bliss rippled through me. She’d picked me to be her first for something again. I gathered her hair up to keep it out of the way and let her carry me away. I was already keyed up to hell and back from having her come in my arms, but having every eager, inexperienced touch was too much.
“Little—fuck. Little fox, I’m going to?—”
I’d expected her to pull away but her fingers held tighter, continuing to stroke while she closed her lips over the tip. Her eyes widened, catching my gaze as I spilled over her tongue. I bucked up helplessly, but her two-handed grip saved her. Our omega drank down every drop before settling back in Bear’s lap to look at me, her mouth glistening.
Bear wrapped both arms around her, pressing her to his chest. I forced myself upright, my muscles twitching from the last dregs of pleasure. Her mouth was soft and sweet against mine, the adrenaline and fervent energy melting away now that all three of us had been satisfied.
“Was that okay?” she asked as I pulled away.
“You were perfect.”
She hummed and turned to Bear, letting out an impatient squeak until he kissed her too.
Morgan looked too fucking beautiful with the firelight dancing over her skin, the slight glisten of sweat almost making her sparkle.
“Stay with Bear. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
“Couldn’t go anywhere even if I wanted to.” She settled more against him, closing her eyes and purring, Bear’s own purr rumbling in response.
We kept an enormous pot near the fire so some water would be warm and always accessible for drinking or washing up as needed. I scooped some out into a separate container and soaked a cloth, returning to give Morgan a solid wipe-down. She shivered with each brush of the cloth.
“If you guys are done railing our girl, the food is ready.”
Morgan squeaked, staring at Maverick. “ Our girl?”
“Did you think you could possibly be anything else while you’re here?” I asked, searching her gaze for any worries or regrets.
“I—I’ve never been anyone’s before. I don’t know how to do that.”
“And we’ve never had anyone together before. I think we’ll figure it out.”
Bear held her tighter, letting his chin rest on her shoulder.
“Don’t worry, little fox. This is new for everyone. All you have to do is follow your instincts and know we’ll take care of you.”
Her lips parted and I couldn’t resist stealing one more kiss. Whatever happened, we had right now, and we had to hope that would be enough to keep her.