Chapter 40
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forty
Every morning,I wake up between two hard walls of muscle.
Two bickering walls of muscle.
“Your toes are touching me,” Cassian grumbles, tightening the forearm around my waist to bring my back flush with his chest.
“Yeah, and your arm is under my pillow,” Damon smirks. “Did you have a point? Other than being a pain in the ass?”
“Shh. You’re going to wake her up.”
“No, you’re going to?—”
I blink, finding Damon’s stunning blue eyes inches away from mine. In the soft morning light, his black hair is glossy and disheveled. He winces. “Sorry, sweetness. I tried to tell Cass to pipe down.”
My bear reaches around me to punch his packmate in the bicep. “Dick.”
I giggle, and Damon grins, leaning close to kiss me and murmur against my lips, “Best sound in the world, pretty girl.”
Cassian’s face nuzzles at the back of my neck, scent-marking me. “Huh,” he grunts, grumpy as ever. “You finally got me and D to agree on something.”
I laugh again, snuggling back into Cassian’s thick, solid embrace. His lips graze my shoulder lightly, followed by his teeth, eliciting a burst of perfume that has me hiding my face in my hands.
Damon isn’t having that, though. He plucks my fingers to the side so he can see my eyes. Still grinning crookedly, he adds his hands to the mix, sliding one down to trace my nightgown-covered curves.
“Mmm…” He glances over my head at his packmate. “I think we owe our omega for waking her up.”
Theiromega. My stomach flutters with excited tingles.
Cass grinds his hardening cock across my backside, teasing me, and concurs, “It’s only fair.”
Heat flashes through Damon’s aqua irises. “I have an idea.”
I squeal as he grips my hips and rolls, yanking me on top of his big, beautiful body. Sunlight slants through the arched windows over us, pooling between his abs, highlighting the grooves carved into his pelvis.
By the time I realize he has no boxers on, he’s spreading my slick core over his perfectly-waxed pubic bone, softly gliding the hard ridge over my slit. I moan, and he answers with a strangled sound.
Beside us, Cassian huffs. “Is this for her or you?”
Damon casts him an annoyed look, sighing. “The man has a point, sweetness. Putting my cock in your pretty pussy isn’t exactly penance.” A spark ignites in his eyes. “Besides, I told you: I have an idea.”
In one fluid ripple of movement, he lies back and pulls my body up to his face. He almost has me over his shoulders when I freeze up, protesting.
“What?!” I burst, my face heating. “No. I can’t—I can’t?—”
“Sit on my face? Gush slick all over my chin? Drown me in your sweetness?” Damon blinks up at me, all false innocence. “Why not, baby?”
I cringe, shifting on my knees to hide the effect of his words. It’s useless, though, when twin trails of slick roll down my parted thighs.
Cassian’s big hand lands on my back in a soothing caress. “If you don’t want to, you don’t have to, Rems. But, trust me, D would love it.” He raises one thick brow. “Hell, I would love it.”
He glances at Damon. “I bet I can get her off faster than you can.”
Damon laughs, the huff of air hitting a sensitive patch just above my knee. “Like this? Good luck, Beastly.”
I gape at them both, shocked and turned on by the steady, no-nonsense eagerness on both of their faces. “You… you both want to—do that? But what if I—I don’t know—crush you?”
They look at each other and stifle laughter, but Cassian’s eyes are kind when he gazes up at me. “You’re light, butterfly. I think both of us are capable of holding you up.”
Silly. Of course they are. But I still bite my lip, looking from Cass’s face to Damon’s, which is just inches away from my center.
“What if I suffocate you?” I blurt.
His grin spreads slowly. “Then, on my tombstone, I want it to say, ‘Here lies the luckiest fucker on Earth.’”
A nervous titter escapes me. “Okay, okay. We can try it, I guess. But what about Cass?”
My bear’s green eyes glow. “Don’t worry about me.”
He and Damon share a look that can only spell trouble, but I don’t have much time to contemplate it. Because ten seconds later, Damon shifts under me, scooting down to put his face right between my legs.
I shake as I gaze down at him while he stares up at the juncture of my thighs in absolute rapture. “Goddamn,” he mutters to himself. “Prettiest pussy on the planet. And you smell like heaven, sweetness. Can I have it? Please?”
Panties in bed have been outlawed. It was, in Damon’s words, his “one and only alpha power trip.” I suppose that’s paying off now, as he guides my hips down and finds my bare skin with his lips.
Cassian’s chest vibrates with a suppressed growl. “Tell me how her cunt tastes.”
When I tense up, Damon chuckles. I feel his smile against my inner thighs while he mumbles, “She hates that word.”
Cass looks to me for confirmation. Seeing my pout, flashes his rare grin. “Sorry, butterfly.”
His eyes are light and teasing, but the squeeze he gives my thigh is sweet. I expect him to maybe get on his knees and touch me while Damon licks me; but, instead, Cass reclines with his arm folded behind his head, entranced.
I’m about to balk when D’s fingers tighten on my naked hips, fisting my nightgown out of his way and tugging me straight down in one powerful motion. I gasp, his full lips and the prickle of morning stubble vibrating against my mound.
“Fucking perfect,” he mutters, low and pained. “Gotta have it, pretty girl.”
His tongue sweeps out at that same moment, lapping a smooth semi-circle over the top of my clit. I whimper, swaying forward automatically. He hums his approval, pulling me down harder.
The slick heat of his tongue tracing up and down, his thick lower lip teasing my slit while the upper lip rubs at my clit. It feels incredible, but I can’t shake the feeling that it must be uncomfortable to him.
When he feels my thighs shake, he groans and pushes my hips down harder. The next lash of his tongue slips into my pussy, and I whine. The sensation is so much better than I ever imagined—and being able to ride it instead of lying back makes it feel even dirtier.
Cass purrs, though it sounds ragged. “That’s my girl,” he praises, reaching down and pulling his thick cock from his boxer briefs. “Ride his tongue. I bet you taste like heaven.”
Lapping up a fresh burst of slick, Damon growls his agreement. The sound sends a vibration over my sensitized skin. My body clenches, trying to tighten around the tease of his tongue.
And then?—
I’m in the air.
There’s no time for me to panic before Cassian grabs my waist in his left hand and rips Damon’s right hand away with his own. With a tug and a lift, I go from straddling Damon’s face to mounting Cassian’s.
“What—” I start to gasp, but there’s no time. Cassian latches his lips to my clit and sucking hard.
Every nerve in my body sparkles, while the tension in my core coils tighter. A wail rips out of me, the sound fading into a high-pitched shriek when he begins circling his tongue around the bud he’s still pulling into his mouth.
Beside me, Damon pants quietly, grabbing his knot with both hands. In some distant part of my mind, it occurs to me that he isn’t angry, or even annoyed. Which means they must have coordinated this, somehow.
I can’t find the brain space to care how, or why, or what that means—as long they don’t stop.
Cass purrs louder while his hands grip my bare buttocks, the thick fingers long enough to curl over each cheek. Damon watches with burning blue eyes and licks his shining lips. “Tease that tight little asshole, Cass.”
Oh my?—
Ah!
Cassian’s smallest finger strokes along the puckered entrance, making me buck forward. Damon casts me a wicked grin that tightens my nipples, watching while his packmate collects my wetness and rubs over my back hole lightly, pushing just the tip of his finger in.
Everything inside of me cinches as I whine in pleasured dismay. Cassian groans deeply, releasing my clit to pull each of my pussy lips into his mouth, teeth grazing gently.
With that teasing bit of fullness in my backside, everything he does feels incredible. Especially when he pushes in just a bit deeper and rubs at the wall between my ass and my pussy.
I perfume so hard, I feel dizzy. It has to be too much. What if he can’t breathe?—
He hums, the sound reassuring. Then, he issues the only bark he’s ever given me.
“Drown me, omega.”
My body obeys, pouring more slick over his lips. Beside us, Damon twists two fists over his cock faster and harder. His eyes are wild as he bites back a snarl.
“Give her to me.”
Cassian huffs out deep breaths as he passes me back to his packmate. This time, Damon rotates me so I can watch them both stroke their cocks and fondle their knots.
Damon uses two hands, one always gripping his knot or his balls while he strokes with the other. Cassian prefers one hand, but he grips harder.
I wish I could pay closer attention and learn what they each like up close. But D’s teasing licks and deep plunges into my pussy put me right on the edge.
Before long, I truly am riding both of their faces. And each time I think I’m about to tip over the edge for one of them? They pass me back to the other.
When I’m covered in slick and sweat, begging Cassian to finish me off, he finally has mercy and crams two thick fingers into my pussy while the other plays with my ass.
A few firm circles on my clit have me seeing stars, screaming both of their names, while the tight bundle of need in my middle releases in a hot burst of liquid pleasure. They both roar, their scents thickening while they each get themselves off.
I collapse between them, panting and shaking. Right back where I started, with two muscled chests surrounding me, each immediately breaking into a purr.
“Where are we going?”
Cassian keeps his big, rough palms over my eyes, leading me from behind. “Just a little bit further.”
I giggle, trying not to trip while I reach back to smooth a hand down his thigh. “Can’t I have a hint?”
His voice is grumbly and very bear-like. “No hints.”
We turn to the right, going from the hallway to his bedroom, I think. I’m still not sure, exactly, since he carried me up the stairs after dinner and spun me around before turning me toward our destination.
“Okay,” he husks, pressing his whole body into my back and sliding his hands from my face. “You can look.”
It is his room. Only… It isn’t, really, anymore. There are no more piles. And the corner where he used to have his double bed is now just as full of bookshelves as every other wall.
A new oriental rug covers the tired wood floor. A lacquered wooden ladder is propped up against the shelves. And a cozy egg chair takes up the space where his mattress used to be.
My lips fall open in shock. “It’s…”
“Our library,” he finishes matter-of-factly. “I ordered all the books we used to read and trade, plus a few dozen other ones and the stuff you had on your Amazon Wishlist. My leather chair can stay over there, but I this, uh, egg one is for you. I figured, since it has a lot of pads and pillows and mmphf?—”
My mouth crashes onto his, smashing the rest of his explanation. Cassian catches me around the waist and lifts me up, deepening our kiss with a low groan.
When I pull back, grinning, his green eyes bounce between mine. “You like it?”
“I love it,” I whisper. “But won’t you miss having your own room to sleep in? When you get sick of me and Damon and?—”
This time, he cuts me off, brushing our lips together much more tenderly than I did. “I will never get sick of you,” he murmurs. “I wanted to give you the library we always wanted. But I also wanted to show you; I don’t need a backup plan. Your bed is my bed, now. I never want to sleep anywhere else. Because I love you, Rems. Always have, always will.”
He’s always been a man of action, not words. But he knows me—he knows how many times I’ve been turned away. So, he did the grand gesture and made sure to say the words out loud, too.
Cassian waits, our gazes locked, even when mine clouds with happy tears. “I love you, too, Bear.”
His lips quirk up, the smile soft. “I want you right here,” he tells me. “In our house. In our bed. My girl. Okay?”
I nod, springing up to hug his neck again. “Okay.”