Chapter 17 #2
Elliot doesn’t wait for a reply. He scoops Piper up in a bridal carry. She squeals, arms around his neck, and kicks her legs as he heads for the grand staircase. Kellen and I follow, our strides in sync.
Upstairs, Piper’s room has been transformed. She must have been working on this all week but I’m only noticing it now in connection with her richer omega scent.
She’s finally made a proper nest. One with plush pillows and soft blankets piled deep. Fairy lights in all colors are strung from the ceiling and walls, and a bowl of chocolate truffles sits on the nightstand. It smells so much of her that my blood runs hot.
Elliot lays her down on the nest and kisses her, slow and deep, while Kellen and I linger at the threshold, suddenly feeling awkward and enormous in the small, intimate space.
Piper breaks the kiss and pats the spot next to her. “Don’t be shy.”
Kellen’s first in. His knees sink into the luxurious nest as he lowers himself beside her.
His thumb traces the curve of her jaw before he claims her mouth.
His kiss parts her lips with the same measured confidence he uses to command a room.
Piper’s fingers curl into his shirt, her body arching toward him like a flower seeking sunlight.
The mattress dips under Elliot’s wait as he settles on her other side.
His fingers work each button of her suit jacket, the soft pop-pop-pop punctuating their breathing.
The blazer slides away, revealing black lace that barely contains the flush spreading across her chest. His breath catches audibly. “You wore this for us.”
Piper bites her lip and smirks. “Maybe.”
Kellen’s fingers trace the edge of black lace before his palm covers her breast, the weight of it filling his hand.
Piper’s chest rises and falls in shallow bursts.
Her lips parting as her fingers find the soft hair at his nape.
She tugs, just enough to make him wince, and draws him down until his breath warms her skin.
I stay back, letting myself watch. There’s something hypnotic about seeing them worship her, each in their own way. Elliot’s touch is precise, almost surgical. Kellen is rougher, hungrier, desperate to make her gasp.
Piper glances up at me, eyes heavy-lidded. “Nolan. Get over here.”
I obey.
My knees sink deep into the blankets when I crawl into the nest and claim her mouth. She tastes like desire so raw I groan greedily. Her tongue traces the seam of my lips, teasing until I part for her. My head spins, caught in the gravitational pull of her mouth against mine as we kiss.
Piper reaches for my shirt and fumbles with the buttons.
I help her and then toss the fabric aside.
Her hands leave trails of fire across my skin, fingertips dipping into the ridges between each muscle.
She lingers at the thin line of hair below my navel.
The metal button of my jeans surrenders with a soft pop to her cool fingers.
She dips beneath the denim. I inhale sharply as her fingers brush against me.
I’m already straining against the fabric, and a damp circle betrays my need.
Kellen and Elliot don’t stop, they simply move to accommodate.
All three of us crowd around Piper, hands and mouths everywhere.
Elliot’s mouth travels down the column of her throat, teeth grazing skin until she gasps.
His lips hover at the hollow of her collarbone where her pulse hammers visibly.
Kellen’s fingers hook beneath the hem of her skirt and inch the fabric upward until black lace appears.
When his fingertips meet the soft skin of her inner thigh, his eyes close briefly, his touch so light it’s barely there, as though he’s handling something infinitely precious.
Piper’s legs tremble as Kellen kisses her thigh.
He presses a kiss to her clit through the damp fabric.
Piper releases a needy moan from the back of her throat, one that doubles the ache in my cock.
Elliot’s fingers hook under her lace bra and drag it down.
The rosy peaks of her breasts tighten in the cool air before his mouth closes over one, his tongue circling with deliberate pressure.
A gasp escapes her lips as his thumb brushes over the neglected peak, rolling it between calloused fingers.
The taste of champagne lingers on Piper’s tongue as I claim her mouth again.
Her teeth catch my bottom lip, the sharp sting melting into pleasure as she tugs.
My scalp tingles where her fingers twist into my hair.
Below us, Kellen’s golden head moves in hypnotic rhythm between her thighs.
Her spine arches off the nest and a whimper vibrates against my lips.
Her fingers tangle in Kellen’s curls, nails scraping his scalp as she rocks against the flat of his tongue.
Elliot’s moved while he strips off his own clothes with military efficiency.
He reaches around, hand slipping between Piper’s legs, two thick fingers working in tandem with Kellen’s tongue.
Piper’s thighs begin to quiver. Her fingers dig crescents into my forearm.
Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, each one punctuated by a whimper that grows higher in pitch.
“Don’t stop,” she manages between ragged breaths, her voice fracturing on the second word. “Oh fuck, don’t—“
The last word dissolves into a moan as her hips buck involuntarily against Kellen’s mouth.
Kellen doubles down, and in seconds Piper is cumming, her whole body locking up, toes curling, hands grasping my hair and Kellen’s all at once. She cries out, a wild, beautiful sound, and doesn’t let up, riding the waves as Kellen and Elliot work her through it.
My cock throbs against my zipper, each pulse a sweet agony. I curl my fingers into fists at my sides, watching them through half-lidded eyes, savoring the way anticipation builds like pressure behind a dam.
Piper’s eyes flutter open. She wastes no time.
She plants her hands firmly on Kellen’s shoulders and shoves him onto his back.
She crawls over him, her hair draping around them like a curtain, and presses soft, wet kisses down his chest, lingering on the hard planes of his muscles.
Her fingers work swiftly at his belt. She tugs his cock free, and traces her tongue in a slow line from base to tip.
Kellen’s breath escapes in a sharp hiss, his hands trembling slightly as he buries them in her hair.
Elliot jerks his chin towards Piper, a silent question. “Front or back?” he rasps.
I open my mouth to respond, but Piper beats me to it. “I want all of you,” she pants, her voice husky with desire. “Right now.”
Piper rises above Kellen, her thighs shaking as she guides him to her entrance.
A gasp escapes her parted lips as she sinks down inch by agonizing inch, her fingers splayed across his chest for balance, her head falling back to expose the vulnerable column of her throat.
She begins to move, her hips undulating in a rhythm that makes Kellen’s eyes roll back in pleasure.
Elliot retrieves a small bottle from the nightstand and coats his fingers before positioning himself behind Piper.
The pressure builds at her entrance, then gives way as Elliot’s thickness breaches her.
Piper’s breath catches, her spine arching like a drawn bow as he sinks deeper.
Her fingers claw into Kellen’s shoulders, lips parted in a silent gasp that finally breaks into a low, guttural moan when Elliot’s hips finally meet the curve of her ass.
I quickly step out of my bottoms and boxers and then kneel in front of Piper.
Each heartbeat sends a throb through my length, the head flushed dark and glistening with anticipation.
She looks up at me, her lips parted in a silent plea.
I stroke myself once. Piper leans forward, her tongue out, eager.
The second I touch her lips, she licks the tip, eager, and the feel of her tongue is enough to send a spike of sensation straight down my spine.
She takes me in slowly, savoring, working her mouth over me with deliberate, joyful intent.
I barely have time to brace myself before she sets a rhythm, bobbing her head, her cheeks hollowing with each pull.
The vibrations from her moans reverberate through me.
I grip her hair, desperate for an anchor.
Behind her, Elliot’s pace is methodical.
He doesn’t slam into her, but every movement is measured, designed to maximize Piper’s pleasure even if it kills him.
He sets his hands on her waist and helps lift and lower her, timing his own thrusts to match the bounce of her body as she rides Kellen.
The three of them are perfectly synchronized, like a living metronome.
Every time Elliot presses into her, Kellen bucks upward, and Piper’s mouth tightens around me.
The feedback loop is nearly enough to make me lose it right then and there.
Kellen’s fingertips leave marks against the curve of Piper’s hips as his body bucks upward with such force the muscles in his neck cord tight against his skin.
Beside them, Elliot’s jaw flexes with each precisely timed thrust. With nostrils flared and a bead of sweat tracing his temple, he draws a shaky breath, his eyes never leaving the place where their bodies join.
I let go, just a little. I let myself savor the sensation of her lips sliding up and down my length, the alternating heat and wetness as she tongues the tip, the greedy little noises she makes when she swallows me deep.
My hands cradle her face, thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks.
Her eyes flutter open every few moments, locking onto mine with a look that says, Yes, I want you, I want all of you, I want this forever.
“Fuck, you’re amazing,” I manage to grit out.
Piper’s moans are muffled by my cock, but her ecstasy is clear in her wide, glazed eyes.
I thrust into her mouth. My vision blurs at the edges and my thighs quake as her throat works around me.
I grip her hair tighter, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps that I can’t control.
Every muscle in my body tenses, coiling tight like a spring about to snap.
Kellen’s body goes taut. He throws his head back, mouth open in a soundless cry as he comes undone. Piper follows suit, her body convulsing with another orgasm, her inner muscles clamping down on Kellen and Elliot.
Elliot’s control finally snaps. He presses his hips flush against Piper’s ass as he spills into her. The world goes white at the edges as pressure builds at the base of my spine. I grip her hair tighter, my hips stuttering.
“Piper—”
The warning catches in my throat as I pull back. My release pulses across her flushed skin in pearlescent ribbons. Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide, as her pink tongue darts out to catch a glistening drop at the corner of her mouth.
We crumple onto the nest of blankets, Piper at the center, her body limp and glowing with sweat. Kellen brushes her hair back and whispers soft endearments. Elliot’s arm rests possessively over her stomach, his touch gentle despite his earlier ferocity.
The room is filled with the sound of our ragged breaths, and the scent of our mingled desires hanging heavy in the air.
I gather them all in, holding tight, and try not to think of any danger that might tear this pack apart because this… this is perfect.