Chapter Twenty-Six – Jess
A part of me wants to smack Rourke for his comment, but the bigger part of me knows he’s completely right: I am still hungry, and I don’t mean for food.
That’ll come later, I assume. Right now, there’s only one thing I want to fill my belly with—and unfortunately it involves me waiting for Asher to pull his knot out of me so Mason can come to me.
I am… strangely content in the moment. It’s not something I anticipated. I never thought I would welcome anyone in the room when I’m in the middle of my heat, and I definitely never thought I’d need them.
Because I do. I need them. I need them so badly.
Asher said he loves me, and with the way Rourke is looking at me, I don’t doubt he’s there, too. Mason’s more of a closed-book, but I bet he’s getting there, too.
That leaves me. The thing is, I’ve known I was falling for them for a while now, but just because I’ve known doesn’t mean I’m ready to say it. I hope they understand I need a bit of time when it comes to saying those words out loud.
An indeterminate amount of time later, Asher is finally able to withdraw himself from my core without hurting me, and he rolls himself aside, vacating the position near me and thus leaving me wide open for the third alpha in the room.
Mason is ready. He crawls to claim Asher’s spot, but I don’t let him lay down.
I prop myself up and let my eyes graze over the alpha’s body.
He’s still an über, even though he’s not quite as tall or as muscular as Rourke.
Every inch of him is sculpted from the gods; I can only imagine what he’d look like if he actually worked out and tried.
It doesn’t matter. I need him either way.
Mason scoots closer to me, taking my jaw in his hand and angling my head back as his hazel eyes bore into me.
“Well, Jess?” His voice comes out husky and ragged, and his cock is rock hard between his legs, oozing precum.
“Are you ready for me, now? Did the opening act not tire you out enough? Still need more cock?”
My entire body hums as he speaks, an involuntary reaction that forces me to murmur, “I need more, alpha.” I lick my lips in anticipation, and Mason’s gaze drops to my mouth.
We must be on the same wavelength, because the smirk that spreads on his face after that is telltale. He lifts himself so he’s on his knees beside me, his cock nearly level with my face. The tip of it calls my name, as does the cum dripping from it.
“I’ve never…”
Those two words are all I can get out before Mason takes me by the back of the head and brings me closer to that cock in waiting.
“It’s all right. We can learn together. Just follow your instincts, omega, and show me how badly you want me with that pretty mouth of yours—and keep those goddamned teeth out of it. ”
I nod, though I can’t rightly nod all the way with how hard he holds onto my head. It’s not an uncomfortable grip; his fingers don’t pull at my hair or anything. It’s more firm than hurtful, and it shows me he wants me to do this just as badly as I do.
Here goes nothing.
I open my mouth, and Mason responds by pushing his cock inside. He moves slowly, so as to not overwhelm me. With just the tip of it in my mouth, I run my tongue along the tip, catching the precum and tasting him for the first time.
It’s both nothing at all like I thought it’d be, but also everything all at once. Sweet, almost like candy, so much sweeter than I thought it would be. Omegas are hardwired to love alpha cum, but I always thought that was something we were taught just to make matching with alphas more appealing.
Nope. Turns out, it’s one hundred percent true. Alpha cum really does light your nerves on fire.
Mason moans when I swirl my tongue around his tip, and he takes it upon himself to push his cock deeper into my mouth.
With his hand firmly on the back of my head, all I can do is open my jaw to its fullest and wait for him to fill me up.
Clearly, my mouth cannot take an entire alpha cock just yet; I imagine something like that will come with practice.
Lots and lots and lots of practice. We’ll get there, someday, but today is not that day.
Thankfully he’s aware of this, so he doesn’t try to push his entire length past my lips. It’s more than I’m used to, but it’s not unbearable. With that sweet, sugary taste of cum, it’s more pleasurable than anything else.
The hand holding onto my head pushes me along his cock.
He sets a slow pace at first, giving me ample time to get used to it.
Every time I bob my head along him, I pay extra attention to his tip.
I suck and lick it like it’s candy, craving more of that cum.
It seems to draw the most sounds from his chest, the most moans of pleasure.
Turns out, it’s not that difficult to suck an alpha’s cock, not when you’re eager and wanting. And Mason has been waiting this entire time to have me to himself, so every little thing sounds as though it might push him off the edge.
I need some of that alpha cum. I need it. Through the haze of my heat and my desperate, dirty thoughts, I might not know a lot, but I know I need to taste his cum again.
I don’t have to wait too long. Mason’s hips start to rock, almost like he’s fucking my mouth. I relax and let him take control of the position, the anticipation thrumming in my veins with each thrust of that hard cock.
His voice comes out low, so very low, when he says, “When I’m done fucking this mouth, I’m going to fuck that pussy of yours. Right now, you’re all mine.”
With my mouth full of cock as it is, I cannot say a word in agreement, but I do not object to anything he just said. In fact, it all sounds rather… perfect. Yes, it sounds like my kind of thing.
Mere moments after his statement of what’ll happen next, his cock twitches in my mouth and my throat is greeted with the first shot of his cum.
A full load of cum is nothing at all like the precum that dotted his tip before; it’s an overload, the sheer amount nearly making me choke, but I manage to swallow it down just in time for another shot to erupt from his cock.
His cum fills my belly and coats my mouth, and I have never been happier than I am in that particular moment.
Only when he’s finished unloading into my mouth does Mason finally take his hand off the back of my head and pull his cock out of me.
He takes me by the chin and bends over, kissing me hard even though I was just seconds before full of his cock.
He doesn’t seem to care at all that he might be tasting himself on me.
The kiss is fire. It’s hard and unyielding, like he is. It’s just how I imagined he would kiss, and I immediately lose myself in it, in him. It’s easy. It’s perfect.
When he’s satisfied with the kiss, he lays me down on my back and crawls on top of me. The way he gazes down at me as he holds himself above me reminds me of the look he gave me that night out back, when we almost kissed the first time.
Such a switch from his usual demeanor. Almost tender.
Half-lidded, full of desire, like nothing else in the world exists.
Like there’s no one else in the room. The way he stares down at me tells me that, even if he doesn’t profess his love for me just yet, he’s there.
He’s right there next to Asher in his love for me.
And that? That is more than enough.
“Ready for another knot, omega?” I don’t think I’ve ever heard Mason sound so… so deliciously desperate before. It’s such a switch from his usual attitude, and I honestly can’t get enough.
The only thing I can do is nod. If he wants me to speak, he’ll be disappointed. I can barely think straight right now, everything is a jumble in my head, thoughts and feelings all at war with each other, but at the same time, all saying the same thing.
Yes, I want this. Yes, I want him. Yes, I absolutely freaking need another knot.
Mason takes hold of his cock by the base and rubs his tip along my slick folds. Over my sensitive clit, down to my entrance, and back again, stimulating me before he pushes himself inside.
I’m dripping wet by the time he does, so my body takes his length in without a problem.
The girth of his cock stretches me even before it swells into a knot.
I close my eyes and surrender myself to him, to his cock, to the knot that will form soon enough.
My breathing catches, and I wait for him to make the first thrust.
He does not wait long, and unlike when it was his cock in my mouth, he does not start slow. No, the pace he chooses is a fast, hard one, one that forcibly pushes the air from my lungs each time he plows into me. It’s feral, it’s rough, and it’s honestly everything I’ve come to expect from him.
“So wet,” he whispers above me, his voice creeping along my spine like a welcome shadow, one that knows exactly how to touch me deep down to make me shiver and writhe. “And all mine right now.”
I moan with my lips tightly together, so the sound comes out more guttural. The feeling of bliss that never seems to disappear is at the surface once again, the dam ready to burst and let loose the flood waters of my pleasure.
There is no point in delaying the inevitable, so when the orgasm comes a-knocking, the only thing I can do is open the door and let it in—and when I do, the heat that floods me is choking, but in the best way.
I cry out a garbled sound as my body tenses up, as my thighs clamp around his waist and my inner core tightens around his length.
Slick gushes from me, my body absolutely ready for that knot.
Above me, Mason moans. His pace increases the same moment a familiar pressure swells inside me: his knot forming quickly as a result of my orgasm. His knot fills me in record time, and just like that, we are locked together for the near future.