Chapter Thirty-Four – Colter #2
Wow. That was… amazing in every single way—and it was over way too soon.
My first time being inside Raeka, being inside anyone, so I really shouldn’t have expected anything less.
We might have done other things prior to this, but nothing, I repeat nothing, could have prepared me for what it would feel like to be buried inside her core.
And then I realize what happened: I came inside of her.
I prop myself up over her, a worried look on my face, and I glance down at my cock, at my length that’s still inside of her.
Raeka sets a hand on my chest and pushes me aside. She rolls us until I’m the one on my back and she’s the one on top. My cock leaves her pussy for only a few seconds before she sits atop me and it slides right back in.
“Don’t worry about it,” she says. “I have an implant, if that’s what you’re worried about. No babies for us.”
That should have been something she discussed with all of us before this, but seeing as how she was totally avoidant when it came to admitting she needs other people—the alphas in particular—I understand why she kept it to herself.
Still, I’m sure the others would love to know that bit of information.
She throws her head back as she rides me. Her chest heaves with heavy breaths, and I let my gaze fall to her breasts, where her nipples sit, two hard points on an otherwise smooth and curvy area of her body.
Once again, I’m struck by how gorgeous she is.
How beautiful. How in the heck did my uncle ever stumble upon her?
How did he get her to agree to come home with him?
I knew the details, of course—now, anyway—but what are the odds that Gideon would find the one girl in the world that could make me feel so alive?
The one omega that could breathe into me and remind me that there are still things worth fighting for, things worth living for.
My uncle tried for years to make me see that, but it never really clicked into place until Raeka came into our lives.
Until she came home to us. To me.
She rides me like a master, picking up her pace.
Her chest hums. “You feel so good inside me. Why did we wait so long? We could’ve been fucking this whole time.
” That’s a question for herself—and, I suppose, for me.
I don’t know that we were both ready to do this in the beginning. We both had to take our time.
And now? Now everything meant that much more.
Raeka runs her hands along her body, catching her chest, one breast in each, and she toys with her nipples as she continues to bounce on me.
I watch her as she brings pleasure to herself, feeling another orgasm building up inside of me.
Watching her touch herself is definitely the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
She comes first, riding out the orgasm on my cock and coating my length with a fresh wave of slick. She moans as she pinches her own nipples hard, her inner core spasming around my cock, as if it thinks it’s a knot, as if it’s trying to pull my length inside her even deeper.
Knowing how eager she is while watching her touch herself pushes me to my own orgasm. My hips buckle beneath her, and I bite my bottom lip as I come a second time, shooting whatever cum is left in me straight into her pussy.
By the time Raeka pulls her pussy off my length, I’m riding cloud nine.
I’m so high I can barely think straight.
She crawls over to the bed, where the silicone knot rests, waiting, and she grabs it.
She does something to it, and the knot begins to vibrate.
She sets the massive thing down, pointing it straight up, and I have to prop myself up a bit to watch as she sinks herself down on the knot.
She’s so wet her body takes it in without issue.
Even though it’s not attached to anybody, it’s still a sexy as hell sight.
“I want you in my mouth,” she whines, and I scramble to get to my feet.
I’m exhausted already. No wonder it’s easier on an omega to have more than one mate.
I stand before her, my cock level with her face. She parts her lips, and I guide myself into her mouth, where her tongue is waiting to lick around my tip. She doesn’t seem to care that I was just inside of her, that she’s tasting both my cum and her own slick.
Being inside her mouth isn’t new to me, but given the heights I’m at right now, it feels better than ever.
I throw my head back and close my eyes as she does whatever she wants to me while she rides that knot.
Even though my cock is in her mouth, she moans every few moments; that vibration must really be getting to her.
She comes again, and when she does, she has to pull her mouth off my cock and cry out—and the sound is music to my ears, a sound I will never, ever forget.
That vibrating cock beneath her makes the orgasm last and last and last, and while she’s so lost in it, I hurry to find my tablet amongst the nest.
I know she wants me to do ASL before I type things out, so eventually we don’t have to rely on the tablet as much, but I don’t think she’s of the mind to use her brain more than she has to. I type something out she might not like: The others would have real knots for you.
Raeka whines, “Yeah, but… what if they—”
They care about you. They want to make you happy. Let them. Never thought I’d have to convince the girl I love she should let my uncle and another alpha come fuck her, but then again, I never imagined being in a pack, either.
A real pack. A pack where you share everything.
I don’t enjoy the thought of seeing my uncle naked, but if he can help her, I can learn to get over it.
When she doesn’t say a thing, when she only continues to ride that silicone knot, I type out, Three of us can tire you out a lot faster than one of us. I’m sure they’re dying downstairs. It’s okay to be scared, but they won’t hurt you. I know they won’t.
Right then, she doesn’t look like the bold, defiant Raeka I know. She doesn’t have that typical attitude that’s always ready to tell someone off. Here and now, if you ignore the fact that she’s naked and riding a fake knot, she’s anxious and uneasy.
“I don’t want them to bite me,” she pants out. “Don’t let them bite me, Colter.” The way she says it makes me wonder if that’s what she’s truly afraid of: being bitten, being bonded, and somehow losing her sense of self.
I don’t think that’s what happens, but to someone who hates being an omega, I can understand why the prospect is so terrifying.
I won’t let them bite you , I tell her. I wait a moment before I add, So can I go get them? Can I bring them up here?
She doesn’t appear very comforted by the thought, and a part of me wonders if she’s going to shut down and tell me she doesn’t want the others up here—and that she doesn’t want me in here anymore, either—but in the end, she relents and softly says, “Yes.”
I set my tablet down and kneel before her, lightly touching her cheek before I lean my forehead against hers and give her a kiss that I hope comforts her. As she continues to ride that knot, I throw my sweats on, not bothering to try to hide the hardness of my cock.
The four of us are about to get very intimate.