Chapter 25 #2
I freeze, my jaw dropping as I think over his words.
“That was so bad,” I say, my voice cracking as my cock stands up at attention. “It’s a pain in the ass to sleep with a hard on, Lore.”
“Don’t be a brat,” he says, moving back to give me a spot to lay in. “Your ass will give me a nice, warm place to stick my cock.”
“Why can you get your dick wet if I can’t,” I grumble, getting comfortable.
Lore pinches my ass, making me yowl, before yanking my boxers off and kicking them away.
“He used me to warm his cock yesterday,” Ransom grumbles. “I swear, he’s the needy one.”
“It’s cute,” Marie says, her fingers now playing in Storm’s hair. “He needs equal opportunity holes, and you all have worked me out. I’ll happily share.”
Ransom buries his nose into her throat, sighing as he breathes her in.
“I still need a bite on my knot,” he murmurs.
“Every time we get close, we’re interrupted,” she giggles.
The last time she was sucking Ransom off was a few days ago, Cian swung by to talk to us. It was a mess. Ransom almost knotted her mouth, Lore had to hide, and Marie had to run upstairs with her flaming red face.
It’s never boring here, that’s for damn sure.
“Fucking Cian,” Ransom grunts, making us all laugh. “Ugh, okay, it’s kind of funny.”
My breath hitches as Lore rubs his crown through my buttcheeks, his boxers also discarded without anyone noticing. A blanket is covering our bodies, semi camouflaging his activities.
No one gives a shit if he pushes his thick cock into my ass either.
My eyes slit closed as his hand squeezes my hip, insisting that my hole stretch for him without any lubricant. Breathing through my nose, I struggle to stay silent as he presses his chest against my back, using his weight to gain entrance.
“Are you seriously not using any lube?” Ransom groans. “Please don’t give my dick phantom chafing.”
Oops. I forgot that Ransom has an inside track to Lore. Marie’s lips just twitch slightly, showing that she’s enjoying the show either way.
“Wilder enjoys pain,” Storm murmurs. “Don’t you, brat?”
“That’s…the pot calling the kettle…fuck me,” I groan, losing my train of thought.
“I am,” Lore says, his tongue dragging up my throat. “I think it’s time we bond, don’t you? I keep waiting for a good time, but I’m learning it doesn’t exist.”
Marie glances at him as he says that, and I see a spark of recognition in her sea green eyes.
I wonder what she’s thinking about, but Lore commands the rest of my attention as he forces me to take his cock down to the root.
His knot teases my hole, and I whimper, wondering if he’s really going to fuck me with it.
Ransom mutters under his breath, twisting in bed to pull out a secret drawer full of toys and lubricants.
“What nest is complete without a sex drawer?” Marie asks, rolling her eyes in amusement.
“Certainly not yours,” Storm says. “Wilder, you haven’t taken a knot in months. It’s not going to work without a little help.”
“I guess I have to start knot training my brats,” Lore murmurs. “Not Marie, though. She’s perfect.”
Our omega preens, making me grin. He’s not wrong. She is fucking perfect.
Ransom drops the small lubricant bottle into Lore’s outstretched palm, and I hiss as he leans back, pulling his cock partially out of me with him.
“Lore,” I groan.
“Patience, baby,” he murmurs. “Be a good boy for me, and I’ll fill you so fucking good.”
My eyes roll back as I whimper, and Marie moans, perfuming.
“Lore, you know you’re ruining my panties, right?”
“Yes, Princess,” he says.
“Just checking,” she says, making my asshole clench around Lore as I release a bark of laughter.
“Fuck,” Lore groans.
“Oops,” I whisper.
“Mmhmm. Just as much of a brat as ever. I’m knotting and biting you.”
“That’s not a punishment. Gimme.”
Lore squirts some lube over his knot and any part of his shaft that’s not currently inside of me. My eyesight shorts out as the friction almost evaporates in comparison to not being lubricated as he thrusts his hips forward.
“You asked for it,” Lore growls, biting down on my neck as he pushes his knot into my ass.
“Jesus wept,” I gasp.
“Jesus can’t help you,” Storm grins, well acquainted with Lore’s bullshit as he tosses off the blanket to fist my cock. “Take that fat knot like a good boy.”
“Damn,” Ransom whispers. “Sugar, I have to say I love how our pack does naps.”
“It’s never boring, that’s for sure,” Marie says.
Lore lifts his head and I shudder, taking his arm as he lifts it to my mouth. “Tag, you’re it, Wilder.”
Without hesitation, I sink my teeth into his arm. I’ve wanted to bond with Lore for a long fucking time. He’s always kept his distance due to how much is on his shoulders. Now that I’m acting president, I see a lot of the shit he has to deal with.
I’ve always been in awe of him, but it’s okay for Lore to be human too.
Our bond snaps into place, and my body feels overloaded with his emotions.
They’re so loud, I’d swear they have their own voice.
Storm’s warm mouth surrounds my cock as he sucks on it before swallowing me down.
It only takes a bob or two of his head before I’m coming, and the heady vibration of his chuckling helps bring me back to myself.
Fuck, it’s hard to drift when there’s so much happening.
“There you are,” Lore growls, his hand gripping my throat to kiss me.
I can hear Marie moaning, and her cunt makes sucking noises as Ransom fingers her. We’re all kind of wired from the energy in the air, and she whimpers as she finds her release from Ransom finding the exact rhythm she needs.
“Maybe now we can all nap,” Lore murmurs, releasing my throat to pull the string to close the drapes around the bed.
“Daddy is telling us to sleep,” Storm mumbles, licking his lips as he returns to use Marie as his pillow.
“Hmm,” she says. I can tell she’s already falling asleep from the way she says that, which means the orgasm was a good one.
Lore keeps the blanket draped over us to tangle in our legs as my eyes grow heavy. He leaves the door wide open to the bond, and his love for our pack lulls me to sleep.
*****
“What’s your vision of a perfect day?” I ask Marie.
We’re laying in the hammock I set up in the backyard with Storm.
We presented our present as a pack to Marie, and she couldn’t stop smiling.
I suppose that the group sex that happened to christen the bed swing soon after showed exactly how much she loved it, and now we’re enjoying the night air with the help of the heaters around us.
“Today,” she admits happily. “I love just being your omega. You all make me feel wanted and adored, and I’ve never had that before. More than that, I’m an equal in your lives.”
Lore is somewhere in the backyard. He has to be for Marie to be so calm, which means he can probably hear this conversation too. My gut is proved right when I feel his presence through the bond, a deep happiness because we never thought we’d get here with her.
Day by day, it’s happened because we’ve insisted on being together with her. Even when we’re on each other’s nerves.
“Anything less won’t work,” I say. “You’re willing to push back for what’s right, and if you can’t tell us, one of us will notice and fix it. Storm is still mad at himself for alpha barking you.”
“He should be,” she grumbles. “I’m not holding grudges. I swear it.”
“What do you mean?” I ask, confused. Turning slightly, I pull her against my chest so she can snuggle closer. The hammock gives a dramatic wobble, and I wince, waiting for it to dump us both on our asses. Marie gasps, freezing, and only relaxes when the hammock settles.
Why I didn’t decide to lay on the couch that’s close by, I’ll never understand. Apparently, I enjoy living on the edge.
Marie is wearing Storm’s hoodie tonight, the hood over her tangled hair.
It’s too cold to run around naked. I'm even wearing a pair of joggers and a sweatshirt while we swing idly in the hammock. I was smart enough to half close the motorized pavilion so the snow won’t touch us, but we can still stare at the sky.
Fuck, it’s magical out here.
“I don’t want him to think I haven’t asked for a bond bite because he used his alpha bark on me,” she whispers, hiding her face.
“No one thinks that,” I sputter. “Storm and I have talked about this, and I promise you neither of us think this.”
The two of us are being patient, because we know it’s a very important choice for her. Scent matched or not, we’re willing to wait. These few months have been a roller coaster for Marie. I still catch her looking for Lore, her hand on her chest until she can see him.
“Sometimes, I wonder how much it’ll destroy me if I were to lose one of you,” she says. “After Lore, I don’t know if I’d be able to survive it.”
“Marie,” I rasp, sliding my hand under her hoodie to rub her back.
I need skin to skin contact right now to soothe myself as much as her.
“You can’t…Those kinds of thoughts borrow trouble, baby.
Anything can happen in life, but we do our damndest everyday to come back to you.
Even a trip to the grocery store could lead to tragedy.
It’s not just the shit we get up to with the club. ”
“No… I know that,” she shudders. “My brain has just been going to really dark places. I don’t understand why, or at least, I didn’t until about an hour ago.”
“Care to share?” I drawl, my fingers playing over her skin. “I promise it’ll feel lighter once you do. Your mind is just going to keep turning up scarier shit on your own.”
Marie gives me a little growl of frustration and I simply shrug because I know I’m right. Inhaling sharply as I wait, I smell the slight difference in her scent again along with the crisp night air.
“Are you trying to say I’m snowballing this in my head?” she asks dangerously.
“No ma’am,” I say immediately. Fuck does this five foot two omega scare the hell out of me. “I’m saying that if you tell me, I’ll be here to lighten whatever it is you’re carrying alone.”