Chapter 23 Theo
Theo
I’ve been hard for six hours.
Six hours of watching Cara fall apart. Six hours of touching her, tasting her, helping Nate and Lucas fuck her through wave after wave while my cock aches and my knot throbs and every instinct screams at me to bury myself inside her.
But it wasn’t my turn. And I’m good at waiting.
I’ve been waiting for ten years. What’s a few more hours?
Except it wasn’t nothing. Watching Lucas bond her just hours ago—watching her arch into his bite, hearing her cry out as the bond snapped into place—that was its own kind of beautiful torture.
The way she looked at him after, soft and overwhelmed and so full of love.
I was happy for him. Happy for pack. And aching so badly I thought I’d split in two.
Cara surfaces from the haze with a whimper, and all three of us go still. She’s been cycling like this—lost to sensation, then breaking through for a few lucid minutes before the next wave drags her back under.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I stroke her hair back from her damp forehead. “You with us?”
Her eyes flutter open. Unfocused at first, then finding mine. “Theo.”
“Right here.” I press a kiss to her temple. She’s burning up, her skin flushed and slick with sweat, her scent so thick with heat it makes my mouth water. “How are you feeling?”
“Empty.” The word comes out broken. “Need... need to be filled.”
Lucas is already there with water, lifting her head. “Drink first. Small sips.”
She whines but drinks. I watch her throat work as she swallows, watch a drop of water escape and trail down her chin. I lean in and lick it off without thinking. She moans at the contact.
“Good girl.” Lucas sets the water aside.
Nate is behind her, her back pressed to his chest, his purr vibrating through them both. He hasn’t stopped purring since he bonded her. His hand slides down to cup her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, and she arches into the touch.
“More,” Cara gasps, reaching for me. Her hand finds my thigh, slides higher, wraps around my cock through my jeans. “Theo, please—”
Fuck. The feel of her hand on me, even through fabric, makes my hips jerk.
“I’ve got you.” I shove my jeans down, kick them off. Her eyes go wide when she sees how hard I am—my cock straining, the base already starting to swell. “See what you do to me? Been like this for hours. Watching them knot you. Watching you come on their cocks. Killing me.”
“Then do something about it.” She tugs at me, trying to pull me closer. “Need you inside me, Theo. Need your cock filling me up.”
I slide my hand between her thighs and groan. “Jesus, Cara. You’re soaked.”
She is. Slick coating my fingers the moment I touch her, dripping down her thighs, pooling on the blankets beneath her. She’s swollen and hot, her pussy clenching around nothing, aching to be filled.
“Been like this all day.” She rocks against my hand, trying to get more friction. “Every time they pull out, I feel so empty. Need more. Always need more.”
I slide two fingers inside her and she clenches around me immediately, a moan tearing from her throat. She’s tight despite hours of being fucked—her body still gripping me like she never wants to let go.
“That’s it.” I curl my fingers, searching for that spot. “Feel how slick you are? Your pussy’s dripping all over my hand.”
“More.” She’s rocking her hips now, fucking herself on my fingers. “Need more. Need—”
I add a third finger and she sobs, her head falling back against Nate’s shoulder. The stretch makes her inner walls flutter, and I feel more slick gush around my hand.
“So greedy.” I fuck her with my fingers, slow and deep. “Look at you, taking three fingers so easily. This needy little pussy’s been trained today, hasn’t it? Stretched out on alpha cock.”
“Yes.” Her voice breaks. “But I need your cock. Need to feel you inside me.” Her hand finds my face, cupping my jaw.
Her eyes are clearer than they’ve been in hours—the haze lifting just enough for her to really see me.
“I need your knot. I need your bite. I can feel them both through the bonds—Nate and Lucas—but you’re not there.
There’s a hole where you should be and it hurts. ”
I look at Nate, then Lucas.
“Her temperature’s still elevated,” Lucas says. “She needs another knot. The heat won’t fully break until all three bonds are complete.”
Nate nods, pressing a kiss to Cara’s temple. “It’s your turn. Complete the pack.”
My turn.
Finally, finally, it’s my turn.
I ease my fingers out of her—she whines at the loss, her cunt clenching around nothing—and shift between her thighs. She spreads for me immediately, her legs falling open, slick glistening on her swollen folds.
“Look at this pretty pussy.” I run the head of my cock through her slick, and we both groan. She’s so slick I’m coated in seconds. “All puffy and pink from being fucked. But still hungry, isn’t it? Still needs more.”
“Yes.” She’s trying to angle her hips, trying to get me inside her. “Please, Theo. Stop teasing.”
“Not teasing.” I notch myself at her entrance, let her feel how thick I am. “Just savoring. Want to remember every second of this.”
“You can remember it while you’re inside me.”
I laugh—can’t help it. “You’re so impatient.”
“I’ve been patient for ten years. I’m done being patient.” She digs her heels into my ass, trying to pull me in. “Fuck me, Theo. Please.”
“Let me taste you first.” I slide down her body before she can protest. “Let me make you come on my tongue before I knot you.”
“Theo—”
“Please.” I look up at her from between her thighs. “Let me worship this pussy the way I’ve been wanting to for a decade.”
Her breath catches. Whatever she sees in my face makes her nod, her fingers sliding into my hair.
I don’t tease. I bury my face in her cunt and eat her like I’ve been starving for it.
Because I have. Ten years of wondering what she tastes like, what sounds she makes, how she looks when she comes on my tongue. And now I know—she tastes like honey and heat, she sounds like music, and she looks like everything I’ve ever wanted.
“Oh fuck.” She’s grinding against my face, her fingers tight in my hair. “Oh fuck, Theo, that’s—”
I seal my lips around her clit and suck. She screams.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” I grin against her flesh, then get back to work.
I tongue-fuck her until she’s sobbing. Lick her from entrance to clit and back again. Push my tongue inside her and drink down her slick while she writhes above me.
“Theo—” She’s pulling at my hair, her thighs trembling. “I’m close. I’m so close—”
“Give it to me.” I slide three fingers inside her, curling them against that spot while my tongue works her clit. “Come on my face. Want to taste it.”
She shatters.
Her whole body convulses, her inner walls clenching around my fingers, slick flooding my mouth. I work her through it, lapping at her gently as she comes down, and when she goes limp I press one last kiss to her swollen flesh.
“Delicious.” I crawl back up her body, and she’s still trembling. “You’re so fucking beautiful when you come.”
“Theo.” She grabs my face, pulls me down for a kiss. I know she can taste herself on my tongue—the way she moans into my mouth tells me she likes it. “That was—”
“Just the beginning.” I rock my hips, letting her feel my cock against her entrance. “You ready for my cock now? Ready to feel me stretch this pretty pussy open?”
“Yes.” She wraps her legs around my hips. “Yes, please, I need—”
“Tell me.” I hold myself back, even though everything in me is demanding I thrust home. “Tell me exactly what you need.”
“Your cock.” Her cheeks flush darker—not embarrassment, just heat. “I need your cock inside me. Need you to fill me up. Need—” Her voice cracks. “Need you to knot me and bond me and make me yours.”
She pulls me down and buries her face in my neck, breathing deep. “You smell so good,” she mumbles against my skin. “Pine and cedar and you. Want to drown in it.”
I push inside her.
We both cry out.
Fuck. Fuck. She’s tight. So tight and hot and wet, her pussy gripping my cock like a vice. I sink into her inch by inch, watching her face, watching her eyes roll back and her lips part and her whole body arch to take more of me.
“Theo—” She gasps my name like it’s the only word she knows. “Oh god, Theo—”
“I know.” I’m shaking. My whole body is shaking with the effort of not just pounding into her. “You feel—Cara, you feel incredible. So tight. So hot. Can feel you squeezing me.”
I bottom out and hold still. Buried to the hilt. Feeling her pulse around my cock.
“So full.” Her voice is awed. “You’re so deep. Can feel you everywhere.”
“Yeah?” I pull back slowly, then thrust in hard. She cries out, loud and broken. “Feel that? Feel how deep I can get?”
“Yes. More. Please.”
“Move.” Her heels dig into my ass. “Please. I need you to move.”
I pull back and thrust home, hard and deep.
Her moan turns into a wail.
“That’s it.” I set a brutal pace, fucking her the way she’s begging for. “Take my cock. Feel how deep I am? Feel me filling up this needy little pussy?”
“Yes.” She’s meeting my thrusts now, her hips rocking up to meet mine. “Yes, so deep, so full—”
The nest shakes with every thrust. The headboard slams against the wall. Slick drips down where we’re joined, soaking into the blankets, the wet sounds of fucking filling the room. Somewhere behind me, I hear Nate growl in approval, feel Lucas’s arousal spike through the bond.
“Been dreaming about this.” I pound into her harder. “Dreaming about being inside you. About feeling this tight cunt grip my cock.”
“Theo—” She’s clawing at my back.
I shift the angle, hit that spot inside her that makes her wail. “There. Right there, isn’t it? That spot that makes you see stars.”
“Yes, yes, right there, don’t stop—”
I don’t stop. I fuck her through one orgasm, then start building her toward another. She’s so sensitive now, every thrust making her cry out, her body clenching around me in rhythmic waves.