Don’t pout.
don’t pout.
jac
Anderson picks up his pace, matching Monty as we all finish at once.
I’ve never had sex that has felt this satisfying with an Alpha.
I can’t decide if it’s the scent match, or because we had a very hot scene to watch while he had me riding him.
Either way, as I come for the final time, I’m seeing stars.
I slouch back onto Anderson, a slick and cum covered mess.
All I hear is panting, all I smell is us, and the Omega instincts in me have never been more relaxed.
I’m dead weight but to Anderson that’s absolutely nothing apparently as he pulls me up off him, slick dripping down my thighs and his cock as he does.
“So…” Taylor looks around at all of us, “when we are doing something like this again?” He waggles his eyebrows, winking at me with that cheeky grin of his.
“I mean maybe we should go finish that bowling game we left open downstairs when someone got a little too excited from his strike?” Anderson teases.
“Dude, I think you won out of that deal honestly. I can’t wait to see you stretching around two of us Wildfire, the same way you did that toy.
” Taylor growls as he moves to me, tucking his cock back in his pants before pulling me up and kneeling before me.
He licks up my thighs as he pulls my leggings back up, cleaning the running mix of slick and cum.
Taylor looks up at me as he hikes my leggings up over my butt and hips, pouting like a little puppy at the loss of my exposed pussy.
“Don’t pout T, maybe you’ll get to see that sooner than you think.” I say with a quick kiss to the tip of his nose. That has all their growls rumbling, scents heightening again. I chuckle, straightening the lopsided bun on my head, and look around at all men in various states of disarray.
My men. My pack.
My instincts shout at me to mark them all, but there is so much still unknown, I want to resist. I need to. Right? Fuck we can’t even get through a damn game without someone taking clothes off.
“Who’s turn was it to bowl again? Luke’s?” I ask, trying to distract from the seriousness of my thoughts. I move towards the door, grabbing Luke on my way out leaving the Alpha’s to finish cleaning up, needing just a minute away from them to settle my nerves.
The door clicks shut behind us as I pull Luke down the stairs after me. Knowing the guys will be a few minutes, I decide that all this adventurous play has me eager to take what I want.
I halt halfway down the stairs, Luke slamming into my back sending me off balance momentarily before his arms slip around my waist, spinning me around towards the wall.
My back hits the brick behind me, I expect my head to hit it as well, but Luke’s hand is there, softening the movement.
I look up at him, desire races through my veins as I stand here pinned against the wall by the Beta.
His hips are pressed to mine, legs straddling the stair where I stand.
The hand not wrapped in my dark locks, rubs small circles along the skin at my hip where my shirt slid up.
Luke uses his grip in my hair to tilt my head towards him.
My breath stops as I see into his sky blue eyes so closely.
He’s got swirls of grey like storm clouds near his pupils.
I whimper, the tension so thick between us that all I want to do is drown in his being.
That small noise does it, Luke closes the space between us, biting onto my lip briefly before slipping into a deep kiss.
My hands drift up over his arms, wrapping around his broad shoulders.
I tangle my hands up into his curly hair, causing a soft growl to escape him.
“Angel,” he whispers as he pulls away just slightly, searching my eyes for something.
“You’re mine too Luke.” I say leaning forward for one more brief kiss that sends shivers down my spine, all my hesitation that this wouldn’t work leaves my body as I say the words.
“I’m not running from this.”