Knot Worth It

20. Chapter 18

CHAPTER 18

Wren

M y brain was…foggy. There was this lust haze swimming through my head and my veins. I had practically thrown myself at Doran only days after his apology. Only days after we’d begun to form a friendship.

I’d truly believed he had no interest in me or any woman. I thought his devotion was strictly to Winter. Otherwise, I never would have stripped in front of him.

When his eyes roamed my body, it had felt like a physical caress, as though his fingers had touched every spot on my body where his eyes had landed. And then my panties had grown damp with slick and my perfume had lifted onto the air.

Even when I’d believed he only had eyes for Winter, I’d found him attractive. How could I not? Every single member of this pack was not only extremely good looking, but they were the epitome of male perfection.

Spotting the bulge in his pants, every rational thought had fled and all that existed was need.

Ever since my heat, I’d felt myself wanting…more. I wanted Dean to touch me. I wanted Mateo to climb into my bed beside me and knot me as he had in my nest.

But they wouldn’t do anything until I either gave them explicit permission or made the first move.

There had been no first move with Doran. It felt as though we’d been pushed into each other’s arms, or as though some invisible force had pushed us together.

His touch was soft and inquisitive. And then it had grown desperate and hungry.

My breasts were still exposed, the cups of my bra still pushed to the sides. My panties lay somewhere on the floor of the bathroom as Dean stepped fully into the bathroom after watching Doran devour my cunt until every cell in my body felt as though it was on fire, and I’d cried out as release washed over me.

Dean grabbed a towel from the closet and ran it under warm water, cleaning the cum and slick from my core before helping me off the vanity and onto my feet.

Doran still knelt before me, his eyes wide, a look of lust and wonder bright in his eyes that were now more blue than gray.

The shower spray began to pound tile as Dean turned the handle. Steam lifted onto the air and Doran finally pushed to his feet.

The front of his pants were wet. He’d found his release without entering me.

Should I have been happy he’d simply given me pleasure?

Maybe I should have, yet part of me was jealous. I wanted him to want to be with me the way he was with Winter. I wanted him to want to be in my bed as much as he wanted to be in Winter’s.

Selfish. I was being selfish. I had the attention of Dean and Mateo. I could ask anything of them, ask them to take me the way they had in the nest, and knew they would do it without a single question asked.

Yet I’d just thrown myself at Doran and was wondering why he hadn’t completed the bond between us by making love to me all the while wondering why Winter had yet to knock on my door or do anything more than rub my feet or calves while watching movies.

This was on me. They were going by my timeline. I had rejected them from the first day, yet I was surprised they didn’t simply tell me they wanted me?

Unless…

Unless they didn’t want me, not romantically. I would have to live with it if that was all the pack wanted from me. It had only been days ago Doran and I agreed to at least try to form a friendship, and then I’d gotten half naked in front of him, and he’d buried his face between my thighs.

I might not have a whole lot of experience with friends, but I was pretty sure that wasn’t something friends often did together.

Twenty-six years old and I was fighting my own instincts, fighting against my desires, fighting to ask for exactly what I wanted.

This wasn’t the life I’d chosen. This pack had chosen me out of a stack of files.

But they were good men, gentle and sweet and funny.

If I wanted to have any control over my life, why shouldn’t I start by telling them I wanted more than a few cuddles.

Touch settled my omega. I’d been touch starved my whole life. Now I had a pack who actually enjoyed holding me while we watched TV together. Mateo and Dean and Doran took turns tugging me onto their laps or into their arms. They pressed their lips to the top of my head or held me when I fell asleep on the makeshift bed they’d formed out of the sofas.

With his hands on my shoulders, Dean gently turned me and undid the clasp on my bra, his fingers grazing my arms as he pushed the lacy garment away.

“Will you join me?” I asked softly, terrified to turn and look into his eyes.

My beta was having none of it.

His hands on my shoulders, he turned me, tilting my head up with a finger under my chin until I was forced to look into his face.

“You want me to join you in the shower? Was I right? Do you need help washing your back?”

There was my flirty beta.

The others constantly reprimanded him for blurting out so many sexual innuendos, but I felt as though he was the only one truly being himself around me. He didn’t put on an act, showing me exactly who he was and letting me know he wanted me for more than only a friend or an additional packmate.

“Yes. And maybe you could wash my hair again?” I teased, although I had washed it last night before bed.

“Deal.” He stripped quickly, not bothering to hide from me when his pants hit the ground and his engorged cock bobbed free.

I glanced down and raised a brow.

“Nothing I can do about it. It’s like a compass pointing me toward home.”

“Slut,” Doran muttered under his breath.

He turned toward the bathroom door and I caught his reflection in the mirror. Did he look as though I’d rejected him?

“Where are you going?” I asked him as Dean opened the glass door and waited for me to step in.

Doran turned and raised both brows. Dean looked just as surprised and confused. He looked from Doran to me then back to Doran, shrugging up his shoulders and stepping out of the way to make room for the other beta to join.

“Are you sure?” Doran asked, but he was already removing his clothes.

I opened my mouth to point out that his pants would stick to his skin if he didn’t wash off soon, but the words were stuck in my throat when he shoved his sweats down his legs and revealed a cock as thick and heavy as Mateo’s and as long as Dean’s.

The need that had caused my brain to turn to mush and slick to coat my pussy and thighs came rushing back at the sight of two perfect, veiny cocks hard and jutting toward me.

Mine . They were mine.

Blinking a few times, I frowned as the thought bounced around my head. They were mine. Raece had marked me with his claim without my permission, but in the weeks since I’d joined Pack Stryder, I had to admit the men had begun to wiggle their way into my heart, whether I fought it or not.

The spray dampened my hair, flattening it against my scalp as I backed up and made room for both men. And a sudden urge to feel them both under my hands, to be between them, to feel their attention focused solely on me nearly took my breath.

And I’d thought they had the same idea until Dean turned me and began washing my hair as he had the first shower after my heat. His hands were gentle as they worked through the knots with conditioner.

His big body was lined up along my back, his cock nestled between my ass cheeks. If one of these two didn’t fill me soon, I might end up having to seek out the toys Dean had ordered for me before I’d fallen unconscious and ended up needing their help.

Doran’s eyes roamed me from head to toe, over and over, his pupils dilated. Dean’s hands stilled as he massaged my scalp.

“Do you want him to touch you again?” he whispered in my ear, sending the most delicious shivers down my spine and causing a fresh wave of slick to dampen my inner thighs.

“Yes,” I breathed out, my eyes on Doran’s as his tongue darted out to moisten his bottom lip.

That simple motion tore a whimper from my throat.

Never in my life had I ever believed I would become one of those needy omegas who needed constant attention from her pack. And especially not a beta who’d acted as though he’d hated me upon my arrival.

Dean turned me and guided my head back until the spray rinsed the suds from my hair. When his hands rested on my shoulders and guided me to face Doran, the beta had moved closer. There was a look of both want and uncertainty.

“Doran has never been with a woman,” Dean muttered in my ear, his lips brushing against the shell and sending a new wave of shivers down my spine.

What did it say about me that I’d gone from mistrusting and despising the man who looked at me as though I was the answer to every question he had about life to wanting to be the first and only woman he felt in his arms?

I had no problem sharing him with Winter. They’d been together, in love, for far longer than I’d known they existed. But I wanted to be the only omega, the only woman he craved.

Stormy gray eyes stayed glued to my face as his cheeks blushed a bright pink.

“Is it okay if I’m your first?” I asked, risking a step closer until our bodies were lined against each other, his hard, thick cock trapped between us.

He was trembling as he stared down into my face and his sweet, somewhat sticky whipped cream scent swelled on the air and made my mouth water as I grew even wetter between my legs.

Instead of answering, his hand shot forward and gripped the back of my neck. Dean grunted a sound behind me and put a hand out before Doran could jerk me forward.

“Easy. She’s half the size of Winter,” Dean said, his hand leaving Doran’s chest to gently trail up and down my arms.

Just like during my heat, he was taking a back seat, letting someone else enjoy time with me, enjoy my body. And whether it was his plan or not, it simply made me crave him all that much more.

Doran’s hand was still around the back of my neck, but he moved slower, more tentatively. I didn’t mind things a little passionate and rough. But if this was the first time Doran had been romantic with a woman, it might be best to teach him patience and to move slowly.

Dean was right – I was nowhere near Winter’s size, and he could easily leave me with bruises or sore muscles.

His lips brushed over mine and I gasped at the softness. His kiss was so gentle, even when his tongue dipped into my mouth to tease and taste.

A soft moan escaped on an exhale when his other arm snaked around my back and pulled me closer. Dean was still behind me, his cock still pressed against my ass, the warmth of both betas sending need crashing through me until I was ready to beg one or both of them to take me right there on the shower floor.

Or against the tiled wall.

And then the glass door.

Honestly, I didn’t care where as long as one of them was inside me soon.

Dean’s lips pressed against my shoulder, his hands smoothing up my arms, over my shoulders, down my back, and down to where he cupped my ass.

One of his hands disappeared then wedged between Doran and me until I felt Doran’s cock sliding between my thighs and smoothing through my folds.

“Do you want him to take you in here or on the bed?” Dean said in my ear, the sound so deep and so damn close to an alpha purr a fresh wave of slick gushed from me.

“Both?” I whispered against Doran’s lips, earning a deep chuckle from Dean, the vibrations of his laughter rumbling against my back.

“Pick her up and take her to the bed,” Dean said.

I’d been right about Doran never having been with a woman and every second we were touching sent a new wave of excitement, pride, and something so warm through my heart. It was as though he trusted me enough, was attracted to me enough to explore my body, to enjoy his omega.

His.

Theirs.

I had a pack. I only carried the mark of one alpha, but, for better or worse, I belonged to them as much as they belonged to me. I might still hold a bit of resentment toward Raece for forcing his claiming bite on me, but he had been right – it was the only way to keep me from being taken away by the Omega Center and sold to a cruel pack.

Doran pulled from my mouth, his eyes burning into mine. “Are you sure? I don’t want – we can wait.”

“I want you, Doran. I trust you.”

And holy shit…I did. He might have been resistant to my presence, might have made me feel as though I was nothing short of a burden, but he’d gone out of his way to make amends. He’d become my friend. He was gentle and attentive.

And then he’d given me an amazing orgasm under the tutelage of one of our packmates.

Without any further hesitation, he gripped the backs of my thighs and urged them around his hips until his cock nudged against my entrance, and carried me from the shower, leaving Dean to deal with turning off the water.

We were both dripping water all over the floor as he carried me across the bathroom and into my bedroom where he laid me onto the mattress, following me down.

“Slowly,” Dean ordered.

But what if I didn’t want Doran to take me slowly? What if I wanted him to pump his hips into me, to fill me with every delicious inch of his thick cock? What if I wanted him to roll us until I was straddling his hips so Dean could join us and take me from behind while Doran took my pussy?

Doran’s body was lined along mine, nestled between my thighs, his weight held on his elbows as he stared into my face.

“I treated you like shit,” he whispered.

“You were scared,” I whispered back.

“I promise to take care of you. We’ll all protect you. I want you, Wren. And it scares the shit out of me.”

I might have been going insane with lust, but his eyes looked as though they’d gone glassy as his gaze bounced between my eyes.

“It scares me, too.” I smiled up at him, cupping his face in both hands and pulling him down for a kiss as he nudged his hips forward, the flared head of his cock finally pushing into my entrance.

We swallowed each other’s moans as he slowly pushed forward until he was fully seated inside of me.

“Holy shit,” he whispered against my lips, his eyes rolling closed as his hips started a slow rhythm, filling me, rubbing all the right places.

It was different being with him than with Matteo. His body was lean and muscular but not so tall that he couldn’t press his lips to mine, to my jaw, my neck, nipping at the sensitive spot below my ear.

“You feel so good.”

“Is her pussy tight? Is she wet for you?” Dean asked as he settled beside my head, his fingers trailing through my hair as he watched the way Doran slowly made love to me.

And that’s how it felt. It wasn’t the hurried, painful need of my heat. And it wasn’t pure fucking. It felt as though Doran and I were sharing something so deep, so profound we would never be the same people when we left this room.

“So warm,” Doran groaned through clenched teeth. “So wet.”

The combination of Dean’s and Doran’s words caused my inner walls to clench as the first warning tingles of my release began to build.

“Fuck her faster. Give her more,” Dean coached.

Turning my head, I reached for him, sighing when he slanted his lips over mine, his tongue plunging into my mouth as though claiming me the way Doran was claiming my cunt.

The grunts and moans escaping Doran were so fucking sexy and primal. I locked my feet behind his back, urging him to pump into me faster, harder. I was almost there, right at the precipice and barely hanging over the edge.

When Doran pushed up onto his hands, Dean took advantage of the distance of our bodies and kissed a path down my chest until he sucked one of my nipples between his lips, nipping it with his teeth before soothing it with his tongue.

Throwing my head back, I came with a choked cry, fisting the sheets at my sides.

“That’s it, beautiful. Let go. Squeeze Doran’s dick. Let him feel you.”

“Holy fuck,” Doran growled, his hips slapping against me, his dick hitting all the right places. “Do I need to pull out? I’m not wearing…”

“Don’t pull out,” I nearly begged as the aftershocks of my first climax rolled into another, this one long and lingering and stretched out by his words and the stroke of his shaft against my core.

I couldn’t get pregnant, not now. Not until my next heat. And I wanted to feel the heat of his cum filling me.

“Fuuuuck,” he ground out, his pace becoming jerky as his dick twitched, filling me until the mixture of our release and my slick began to seep from me, down to the bed below us.

When Doran dropped his weight back onto his forearms, resting his forehead against my shoulder as his breathing sawed in and out of his lungs and rustled a few strands of damp curls, I wrapped my arms around his back, keeping him locked against me and inside of me.

“Now you know why I’m so addicted to pussy,” Dean said with a chuckle.