Chapter 39
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
RYDER
T he tears were always going to come.
Simona’s strength is her pure heart and beautiful soul. Those emotions of hers, always swinging side from side, are what makes her so goddamn fucking spectacular.
“Sin, you can see me right here.” I talk, probably louder than necessary, but I’d do anything so she doesn’t have to suffer.
I hold her attention by grabbing her hand. “I’m right here.”
She’s still got a little of Hen’s blood on her lips, making her look more dark than light. And it’s the complete opposite of her scent which is somehow getting even sweeter as her heat progresses.
Hen’s arms around her tighten, as he also goes to reassure her everything is okay. Dominic does similar, but instead of touching her, he clouds her in his scent.
It’s not a hard jump to know she’s struggling under a surge of guilt because I am not part of the pack bond. But I will be.
“Touch me, Sin. Or you bite me, whatever you want. I was waiting for Hen’s fat knot to go down, before I”—I stand up, tapping my dick on her chin—“pick you up and take you to that corner, so you can ride me fast or slow. However you want. As long as you lock me with your pussy and bite me hard enough to scar.”
Blinking her eyes, I see a little more of her return as she fights through her swaying emotions.
“I’m going to write lyrics across your skin with my come, Sin. Songs about how I can’t think straight,” I say softly, pressing the tip of my cock through her bloody lips. “Because you’ve got every part of me spinning in all directions. I think of undiscovered galaxies when I look into your eyes before I think really fucking naughty shit about your mouth.”
A tear rolls down her cheek, and I catch it with my dick before smearing it on her lips. Coaxing that wicked tongue of hers to come out to play.
“I remember our first time like it was yesterday, and it was incredible, listening to your breathing hitch. But being with you, there’s nearly no words to describe what you do to me.”
Her skin keeps flushing as her heat gets stronger. I know she’s not in any discomfort because Hen keeps fucking her nice and slow, and Dominic is busy leaving his marks on her body. I want mine to be like my come, coating her everywhere.
“Open that mouth, Sin. Ruin me, own me, never fucking leave me.”
Simona’s eyes shimmer and sparkle in a vibrant tapestry of rich blue and green. I like them bright like this. When they’re pale, it’s a sure sign she’s being haunted again.
“Gonna make it my purpose in life to keep you safe and happy, Sin. Are you going to let me spoil you?”
“And me,” Dominic says. His lips are wrapped around her nipple, but it doesn’t stop us from understanding his words.
Hendrix doesn’t talk, but he includes himself in our pledge by circling those magical hips of his. I know from experience how good it feels when he’s in that deep, and the hidden meaning of each small possessive thrust. Speaking of...
“Hen, let her go. It’s time for Sin to see how good you and Dominic fuck.”
Dirty chuckles come from both her other Alphas when she sighs in happiness.
I walk backwards, realising if I stay in front of her, Hen’s knot is never going to deflate. Thankfully, Dominic gets the same idea and after whispering into her ear, he moves away.
I spread out in one corner of her nest, her eyes staying on me. Honestly, even if her nest was pitch black, I’d be able to feel her attention. It makes me question how strong it’s going to get, this crazy connection we’ve always shared, once we’ve actually bonded.
Dominic appears next to her, a small bottle of sweetened water ready for her to sip. Once she’s let go of the straw from between her lips, he starts chastising Hendrix’s knot as he walks off, making her giggle.
He reappears with a wet, pale golden washcloth and starts to wipe her face. And it’s a beautiful sight. He’s such an amazing Alpha, a provider and a deep well of love, but not many people in the world see him like this which makes this more poignant and special.
Simona gets a soft kiss on her forehead and Dominic gathers a couple of drinks for us along with a tube of lube.
Her eyes latch on to it. Her pretty eyes shut, as a shudder rocks her .
Not in disgust. At all. If anything, seeing the lube is a reminder of what I suggested. Twisting around, she goes to say something but stops before she starts. Even from here I can see how unnecessary words are between these two. The adoration she has when she looks at Hen is obnoxiously loud. But he returns it tenfold as he trails his thumb lovingly over her bites.
They unlock.
Free from his knot, she turns properly and all but wraps herself around him, arms and legs holding him tight. She alternates between kissing him and staring into his eyes.
“She loves deep and true, Rye. Our Omega is an ocean.”
“I knew she would be ours, Dom, because she loves how you and Hen do.”
I stop talking. I think I stop breathing as she climbs off his lap and turns my way. Small steps bring deep peace to my soul, and a heavy beat to my heart.
Letting her drive everything, because she’ll always hold the power between us, I wait to see what she does. She walks without stopping until she’s standing above me.
“Rye,” she whispers, and her voice is hoarse but easy to hear. Before I can answer she squats down to sit on my lap. “I didn’t know who you were. How silly is that?”
She’s not looking for a conversation, she’s got things she needs to say. She picks up both my hands and presses them to her heart. “But in here I knew you were mine. I was so scared you’d be disapp…”
Simona stops talking and shakes her head. Effectively cutting off the direction her thoughts were going. Before she restarts, I get the coyest smile from her, because she knows I know what she was trying to say. “See, that’s just it. I knew after a few seconds that if I had a last wish in this world, it would be to be yours.”
“Strange, I had that same thought.” I run my hands over her, watching her eyes darken. “You were always going to be mine, Sin. We found each other in a whole world of people. Then we did it a second time.”
Her chin dips as she tries to hide another wave of discomfort from her heat, but I tip her face up to mine. “How about we make it so we never lose each other?”
Looking through her eyelashes, I get all the confirmation needed—she’s doing exactly what she wants. In case I was stupid though, she rises up, reaches down between us and wraps her fingers around my cock.
Leaning down she kisses me with a hunger that makes my own need for her multiply. Her hand works me slowly. I want to tell her there’s no need, I’m so fucking hard I think I’m going to blow, but at the same time, her touch is incredible.
She goes on to ruin me forever, sinking her sweet pussy down. Not stopping until we’re as close as can be without us knotting.
“Sin, I wish I could…” I try to speak but she kisses me, all tongue.
And then she stops playing around and gets almost violent in her shimmying.
“Rye,” she growls when she can’t get us to work.
My hands grab onto her hips, and I thrust up while I pull her down. We come together and it’s so fucking sweet how perfectly she fits on my knot.
This time when she cries out, it’s not because she’s about to burst into tears.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she pants into my mouth. “God, I can feel you.”
I clamp my hands on her waist, pumping harder and faster, before I sit up and she sinks further down.
She takes it all. With her eyes wide open, she doesn’t hold back, letting me see everything as she feels it. I watch her come, and like her, it’s breathtaking .
“Sin, you’re so tight and full of Hendrix’s come. Baby, it’s incredible.” I grunt when she presses her mouth to my ear, her whimpering, groaning and heaving breaths like a ballad written for me.
“Come. Come with me,” she pleads.
My arms band around her, her feet wrap around my waist. There’s no space between us, nowhere to hide, it’s just two people fated to find each other finally doing just that.
Her pussy is twisting itself around my knot, milking me. I’ve never felt anything like it. And I’m pretty sure I’ve never come as hard before either.
The pleasure she pulls from me is both indescribable and powerful. Exactly like she is.
We move as one, mirroring each other exactly, and together we bite to claim.
Rolling her, we chase our pleasure together, as one. Our bond flickers into existence, pulling the others in, and instantly it’s hard to fathom she was never there.
My mouth is on hers, her tongue dancing with mine and we fuck hard and fast. Our bodies are slapping together, but Simona stops. Like comes to a dead halt when she hears Dominic moaning.
She grips my face. “More, Rye. Please, I want more of you.” She speaks in that soft voice of hers. And I swear now that we’re bonded, I hear her words, but I can also feel them.
As she wraps her body around mine, I move us next to Hendrix and Dominic. Like us, they’re intertwined and moving as one. Splayed over the blanket like a tasty dish, Dominic is under Hendrix, the both of them giving and taking head.
There’s an urgency to their loving, and I know it’s her. It’s her magical touch. Somehow, she makes everything more intense. I suspect it’s the desire to make sure our Omega is happy .
Simona’s eyes are as big as saucers as she shamelessly watches. But there’s nothing sinister or evil, just two men expressing their love for each other after their Omega wound them up so tight they need a release.
When they move, she does. I don’t think she realises it, but then I don’t think she realises she’s moving into the next stage of her heat either.
Sin is deep in her heat now. Wavering between slices of awareness and complete oblivion—focussed only on being knotted, being fucked, or giving head. Experiencing our first heat with her as our Omega has been eye-opening, to say the least.
We’ve knotted her from one side of her nest to the other. On each other, against the walls, on a pile of pillows, on nothing but the floor. It literally doesn’t matter what she wants and how she wants it, she gets it.
Right this second, she’s mostly lucid as she goes down on Dominic with a ferociousness that’s hard to tie to her timid nature. Her eyes frantically search for Hendrix and me even though we’re right in front of her, our hands on her body.
Her cheeks hollow out, her nose is pushed against his stomach, and she goes from sucking voraciously to slowly but surely coming to a complete stop. A little snore as her head slumps to rest against his thigh.
As quietly as possible we help him get comfortable, not moving her too much. Definitely not removing his cock out from between her lips. We tried that hours ago. It did not work.
While Hen grabs something for Dominic to eat and drink, I get everyone’s devices so we can all check in for a few minutes. It’s doesn’t last long, the three of us are beyond exhausted.
Covering her in a silky ocean green sheet and then setting the aircon to a cooler setting, I flick the main lights off, turning the strand of fairy lights on, plunging her nest into near darkness.
Hendrix sleeps wrapped around her, and I pretty much mirror his position around Dominic. Dom’s anxiety is getting worse the longer her heat goes on.
“It’s her first one,” I whisper, massaging my fingers through his hair.
A huge sigh shudders out of him, and he turns to talk but stops midway. Sitting up so I can see and hear better, I get distracted by his puffy lips. Until I see him trying to stay awake.
“Sleep, Dom. We’re all safe,” I promise, lying back behind him. I don’t stop running my fingers through his hair until his breathing slows and drops into the same cycle as hers.
And then I crash out, lulled to the deepest sleep I’ve had in a long time with the heaviness of our pack bond like a warming blanket wrapped around my heart.