26. Chapter 24
CHAPTER 24
Wren
D ean claimed my lips in a bruising kiss, pulling me closer between his spread knees. His hand tangled in my hair as he tilted my head to the side, deepening the kiss until I felt as though I would melt into a puddle right there in the bathroom.
My panties were soaked with slick, my upper thighs drenched. But the need to feel him, to be with him fully, to be with them all tonight, was much deeper than sex. I wanted that close bond with them. I wanted my other two alphas to mark me, to claim me, to show the world I had a pack who would protect me and care for me.
I wanted to feel the bright bond in my chest like I had with Doran. The others were there, but faint enough it was often times hard to discern one from the other.
After tonight’s events, I no longer felt as though I was sold into slavery, but rather was chosen by a pack of the most beautiful souls, the most loyal men, the most dedicated people I could have ever hoped for.
“Please,” I whispered against his lips. “I need you.”
He gently moved me back so he could scoot from the vanity. Then his arms wrapped behind my back and knees, scooping me into his arms so quickly I squeaked in surprise.
Looking over his shoulder as he stepped into the nest, I made sure the others were following as well. The last time I was in this room, I refused to allow anyone but Dean and Matteo inside, refused to let anyone else touch me.
Now, I wasn’t lost to my hindbrain. Yet I wanted all five of them.
No. I needed them. Needed them more than my next breath. Needed their hands on me, their marks on my skin, their knots buried deep inside.
And since I wasn’t in heat, I would finally get to feel all of them filling me, would feel their release coating my inner walls, would carry their scents so deeply it would take days before it faded.
Dean dropped to his knees with me still cradled to his chest, his lips trailing from my lips to my cheeks, nuzzling my jaw and throat, then back. He released me and began to frantically paw at my dress, struggling to pull it over my head.
“There’s a zipper,” I said, my voice breathy in my own ears.
A hand gently began to pull the zipper down as Dean stood and shoved his pants down his legs. My mouth went dry and my heart raced at the sight of his body in its gloriously naked state. I had seen him naked before. A few times, actually. Yet I had never been able to simply take the time to admire him.
Glancing around, I realized all my guys were stripping. And holy hell…how did I get so fucking lucky?
They were all so beautiful, rippling with muscle, their dicks different yet all thick and long enough to bring me nothing short of bliss. Doran and Matteo had already proven that to me.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Dean said as those same hands that had pulled my zipper down gently pushed the dress off my shoulders and down my sides until my bra covered breasts were revealed. “I need to see all of you. I need to taste you. I’ve shared you with Doran and Matteo, but fuck, omega. I need you.”
I knew the feeling. My omega needed to stake her claim after watching those stupid alphas try to hurt my beta.
The clasp to my bra was popped, then the straps to my bra were pushed down my shoulders. Hands massaged my breasts; fingers toyed and rolled my nipples. Dean urged me back where I was leaned against a broad, hard chest, the calming scent of spring rain drifting into my senses and sending another wave of slick to coat my pussy and thighs.
Lifting my ass, I waited while Dean pulled the dress and panties down my legs, tossing them over his shoulder, before he dove face first between my thighs.
A moan tore from my lips and I rested my head against Matteo’s chest, my breath catching when his hands resumed their worship of my breasts while Dean feasted on my cunt.
“Fuck, you taste amazing,” Dean said, his breath warm against my skin.
His tongue was like magic as he swiped it through my folds, teased my clit, then plunged it into my opening. He moved up again, sucking my clit between his lips while he flicked his tongue against it, then moved lower to fuck my back hole with it.
“I’m going to make you come all over my cock, then I’m going to fill your ass while you take one of your alpha’s knots,” he said against me.
When he closed his mouth over my pussy, sucking and teasing, I slammed my hands onto the padded floor beneath me, threw my head back, and cried out, his name leaving my tongue.
He didn’t let up on his assault, drinking and devouring my slick and release as though I was the last meal of a dying man.
By the time he pulled away, swiping the back of his hand across his lips, a smile was on his lips and his pupils were blown so wide his eyes almost appeared black. Had I not known better, I would have thought he looked like an alpha going into rut.
“Roll onto your hands and knees. I want to watch that beautiful mouth bob on Matteo’s thick cock while I fuck you from behind. Once you cover my dick in slick and that sweet cum, I want you to straddle your big alpha and take him like the perfect omega you are while I finally feel your ass wrapped around my cock.”
The only thing I’d ever had back there was a finger or tongue. But I wasn’t scared. I knew without a doubt none of my pack would do anything to scare me or hurt me. I knew Dean would make sure my body was more than ready to take his full length.
And my body was created to take my pack.
Fuck…I so badly wanted every one of my holes filled by my pack, my alphas and my betas, to be covered in their cum, to have it leaking from my mouth, my pussy, my ass…I wanted to be covered in their scent for days.
Doing as Dean demanded, I turned over and placed my hands on either side of Matteo’s hips, raising my ass into the air.
Matteo smirked down at me, one of his hands raising to push the hair from my face. “You look amazing like this. Your lips are so pink and swollen and the smell of your slick is driving me crazy.”
His cock stood at attention, his knot swollen and dark red. There was a glisten at the slit of his dick, the precum begging for my tongue.
With a smirk of my own, I lowered my head and lapped at that sweet bead, my eyes almost rolling into the back of my head at the taste. It had been a couple weeks since I’d been with anyone other than Doran and I’d forgotten how good Matteo tasted, how long and thick he was, how veiny and beautiful his shaft was.
Loosening my jaw and opening my mouth wider, I slowly lowered onto him, letting my tongue run along the underside of his cock until my chin and nose bumped his knot and I gagged on the tip.
“Open your throat, baby. You can take all of your alpha’s beautiful cock,” Dean said.
He had been flirty from day one, had guided Doran on how to please me. And now, his words were reigniting the flame in my core until I felt as though I was experiencing another heat, lost to lust and need and want.
Matteo’s hand rested on my head, pulling the hair away from my face and into a ponytail. He rested back on one arm and watched as I bobbed on him again, doing as Dean had said and relaxing my throat so I could take him deeper, focusing on breathing through my nose.
The blunt head of Dean’s cock pressed against my opening and then he slowly plunged into me, his groan mixing with Matteo’s as they filled me from both ends.
More. I wanted more. I wanted more hands on me, more mouths and tongues. I wanted all five of them to take me together, to complete the bond fully so there would never be a doubt to whom I belonged.
“You’re so tight. So fucking wet and warm,” Dean grunted from behind me as his hips began to move faster, the sound of flesh hitting flesh and the squelching sound of my slick competing with Matteo’s soft moans and the purrs rumbling from him.
“Climb on your alpha’s dick. Let me watch you ride him while I get that tight little ass ready.”
“Fuck, Dean,” Doran muttered.
“What? Our omega has told us exactly what she wants. And that’s us. In here. With her. And we’re going to give her exactly what she wants every day for the rest of our lives.”
“Please,” I said as I crawled up Matteo’s body, gripped his shaft in one hand, and lowered onto it slowly.
The memories of my heat were hazy, but I remembered how slowly he’d taken me at first, giving me only a few inches at a time until my body adjusted to his size. All of my guys were large, but Matteo was the biggest and sent the most delicious burning through my pussy, stretching me perfectly.
Matteo’s arms wrapped around me and pulled me down so my breasts were pressed against his solid chest.
“Fuck,” someone muttered, and I wasn’t sure which, not with Matteo rolling his hips below me while keep me from moving.
“You take your alpha so well, Wren. Is he stretching you? Is he filling that pretty pussy up?” Dean asked.
The tip of his finger began to toy with my back hole as he questioned me, sending that need higher and higher.
“Yes. Oh my god, yes,” I moaned out as he pushed his finger in a little more.
“Your ass is trying to swallow my finger. I think my sweet omega likes the thought of her pack filling her. I wonder if that tight little pussy could take two dicks while I fuck your ass.”
That was it. That was all I could take.
My sweet, flirty beta’s filthy words sent me over the edge, my muscles tensing as my body imploded, my inner walls clenching around Matteo’s dick.
“Fuck. She’s coming. She’s squeezing the fuck out of my dick,” Matteo said, squeezing his eyes shut and throwing his head back, his jaw clenched so tightly I could see the muscle jumping in his cheek.
If just his words and the fantasy of taking all five of them at once sent my body careening into paradise, I couldn’t imagine how boneless I would feel when I had them all on me, in me, around me, taking me the way only omega could handle.
“Bite, Matteo. Please,” I cried out as Dean pulled his finger from me and replaced it with the head of his cock, slowly breaching the tight ring of muscles.
His head jerked up, he pulled my hair to the side while yanking me closer, and latched his teeth onto the side of my throat, the pinch and sting of his teeth breaking through my flesh sending me spiraling into yet another climax that stole my breath and all logical thought.
Even through the blinding pleasure, I felt his bond light up like fireworks inside me, the sensation exhilarating yet calming, just like his signature.
He was peace. He was an anchor. He was passion and so many emotions combined in one I felt tears prick the backs of my eyes.
Matteo was full of love. And I could only hope some of that was for me, as well.