Chapter 53
Korbin
Bayleigh moves in Lincoln’s arms, and my entire body locks up. I sit straighter without meaning to and stare at the stunning omega that’s chosen us. Her wavy ginger-red hair is in a messy bun, and her eyes are the softest blue that I could get lost in.
She blinks slowly, like she’s fighting her way out of a dream. Her eyes look glassy from heat, pupils blown wide. She turns her head, looking from Milton… to me.
And that’s when everything inside me stops.
Her whole expression changes. The confusion of just waking up leaves, and what’s left is a very horny omega who’s staring at me with hunger.
“Bayleigh,” I breathe. She can’t hear it, but she feels me watching her. Her lips part in a little shaky exhale that hits like a punch.
She scrambles right out of Lincoln’s lap.
He tries to steady her shoulders, mouths something I don’t catch, but she barely glances at him. She’s already moving toward me, hands sinking into the blankets, scent getting stronger with every inch she closes between us.
My chest squeezes painfully. I can’t move, not even when she reaches me.
I almost fought this. I almost pushed her away. And now she’s crawling into my lap like she belongs there.
She straddles me, her knees bracketing my hips. Her bare pussy presses against the length of my cock, hot and slick and perfect.
My breath jerks.
She grinds once, and I nearly lose it right there. My hands hover at her hips, shaking because I don’t trust myself to touch her without ruining this moment.
But then she looks up at me.
Her eyebrows pull together in this desperate little expression, lips parted, cheeks flushed. She looks like she needs something only I can give her.
I can’t hold back anymore.
I grip her hips.
“Come here,” I whisper, even though she can’t hear the words. She understands the pull of my hands, the tension in my body.
She lifts her hips, trying to take me inside her, but her legs are trembling so badly she can’t line herself up. She looks frustrated—brows pinched, mouth pulled tight.
I don’t even think. I reach down, guide myself to her entrance, and help her lower onto me.
Her lips part on a gasp, her eyes flutter, and her body shivers hard as I sink into her with one slow, steady thrust.
She grabs my shoulders like she’s falling apart. Her face—fuck, her face—she’s looking at me like I’m the only thing that makes sense right now. Her breath leaves her in little broken pants.
I almost ruined this. I almost ruined everything.
She rolls her hips down on me again, needier, shameless, and I have to clamp my jaw shut to keep from groaning too loud.
I thrust up into her, harder this time.
Her eyes squeeze shut. Her lips fall open around a sound that’s half gasp, half cry. She doesn’t pull back. She pushes down onto my cock, taking more.
Milton leans in and latches onto her breast. She arches instantly, moaning, her hand flying to his hair. Lincoln kneels beside her so she can see him. He must mouth something because she nods, fast, before reaching for his cock.
The second her mouth wraps around him, I nearly come.
Her eyes roll slightly, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him into her mouth. Lincoln’s hand cups her jaw gently, guiding her. Milton is sucking her tits like she’s the only meal he’s had in days.
And I’m underneath her, losing my mind.
I thrust into her again, faster, harder. Her entire body jolts with the motion, her moans vibrating around Lincoln’s cock. She looks well-fucked, hair stuck to her forehead, spit on her chin, cheeks flushed so bright it looks like she’s fevered.
Her hands shake, her thighs tremble, her nails dig into my shoulders each time I thrust deep, and I can’t stop—I won’t stop—not when she’s choosing me, not when she’s giving me this.
She pulls off Lincoln with a wet pop, a thin strand of drool stretching from her swollen lips to the head of his cock
She’s breathless, eyes blown wide, her hand comes up, fingers shaking as she signs. She curls her fingers into a tight fist low near her abdomen, twisting it once in a sharp, deliberate motion—the sign for knot.
Then she drags her fingers upward, flattening her hand and tapping it twice over her chest—me.
Her hand trembles before she lifts it again, curling her fingers into the hooked shape she uses every time she signs alpha, dragging it toward me with a desperate, jerking pull.
She bounces down onto my cock with more force, trying to give herself my knot, but that’s not how this is gonna go.
“Omega,” I say, voice rough as I curve my finger into a downward ‘U’ shape and tap it against my chest. It’s the sign for omega she taught us to use for her. “When you beg for my knot… I’ll give it to you.”
She’s too lost to her heat to be able to focus on my lips to read them, so she turns to Lincoln and he signs for her.
He pulls both hands in toward his chest, palms up, then he forms a K with his fingers and taps it against his lower abdomen, our sign for knot.
Finally, he flattens his hand on his chest and pushes it outward toward Bayleigh.
She pouts, that sexy bottom lip coming out as she slams her palm to her chest, circling fast, eyes wild as she signs please over and over.
That one, and a few other easy signs, were in those videos I’ve watched a kazillion times with that lady on the beach singing as she signs. Annoying, but easy to remember. My fingers tap near my ear and slide toward her. “To hear you.”
I grab her chin, turning her face toward me.
“Say it,” I mouth and lift my hand and flick my index finger from my mouth toward her. Then I curl my hands in toward my chest. “I want.” My fingers tap near my ear and slide toward her. “To hear.” I brush my fingertips down my throat and give her that look. “Your sexy voice.”
She swallows. Her lower lip trembles. Her eyes lock on mine like she’s clinging to me.
“Knot me…” she cries.
I shake my head.
“Knot me, Alpha,” she growls.
I lose what restraint I had left. I slam her down onto my cock and let my knot swell. She screams, a sharp, breathless sound, eyes flying open before rolling back. Her body clamps down around me in fast, tight pulses.
She breaks apart completely.
Her orgasm hits so hard her whole body jerks, her thighs shaking violently. Her hands slip off my shoulders. She gasps once, and then she’s gone. Her eyes roll back, and her body goes limp.
Lincoln groans, stroking himself hard as he finishes across her tits. Milton follows right after, gasping as he spills warm stripes over her chest, her stomach, her skin flushed and shaking.
Bayleigh blinks her eyes open, heat-heavy and dazed, and lowers her mouth again. Her tongue glides through the mess on their cocks, licking it up in slow, hungry strokes. She moves on instinct alone, breath uneven, eyes fluttering half shut.
I’m the last to go.
I bury myself as deep as I can, knot locked, my release hitting in long, shaking pulses. My arms wrap around her without me thinking, holding her tight to my chest.
Pleasure and exhaustion pull her under.
Mine.
Ours.
Safe in my arms.
Her lips brush my shoulder, slack and warm, and something in my chest loosens. I press my forehead to hers, breathing her in. I know she can’t hear me; she wouldn’t catch a whisper from this close—but the words still push their way out.
“I almost pushed you away,” I murmur against her skin. “Almost fucked this up.”
I tighten my arms around her, holding her like I’m afraid she’ll disappear.
“Not anymore.”
Lincoln reaches over and settles a hand on her thigh. When I glance up, he’s already watching me with this soft, knowing smile, then he winks, like he’s telling me it’s okay to feel this, to say it, even if she can’t hear a damn word.
Milton strokes her back in slow, steady circles.
But she stays in my arms.
And for the first time, I let myself fully believe she really wants me here.