Chapter 13
Briar
Waking to my hard cock pressed against the warm backside of one of my mates was the best feeling in the world, especially when he slid his leg up and invited me in.
Unlike the days of wild rutting, I took him slowly this morning, half expecting Maverick to join in and try to ride Leo’s cock the way he had the night before, their desperate, needy moans a symphony in my ears.
Only, his side of the bed was empty, just rumpled blankets where Maverick had passed out the night before, and vaguely, over the faint scent of sweetness still clinging to Leo’s skin, the last remnant of his heat, I could smell coconut and sugar.
Grazing my teeth along the back of Leo’s neck produced a shudder; lightly nipping at the claiming bite I’d left imbedded in his skin resulted in a wild cry and him rolling his hips, desperately chasing completion.
I wasn’t about to leave him hanging and thrust into him harder, locking my arm across his chest and using my hold on him as leverage to pound into him until his pleas were garbled and he shook uncontrollably, right until I nipped him again.
His coming threw me over the edge, and I emptied into him with a roar so loud I heard snow rattle and slide off the top of the roof to land with a soft plop outside of our window.
Sweaty and spent, I pressed my head to the back of his shoulder and listened to him pant.
Time crept by as we lay there, sweat cooling on our bodies, sticking us together, not that I could muster the effort to get myself, let alone him, into the shower so I could clean us up.
“That was an even better way to wake up than the grumbly way you have of saying ‘good morning’, and you know how much I’ve come to look forward to that,” he murmured, trying and failing to sit up.
He flopped back with a groan, arm thrown over his eyes, nose scrunching, before he sniffed a couple times.
“It’s just Mav, baking,” I explained. “He probably woke up with a recipe he couldn’t get off his mind and didn’t want to wake us.”
“Next time I’m pinning him to the bed when I fall asleep so he can’t creep away. I’d have loved to have been the filling in a snow leopard sandwich this morning,” he said. “Whenever I’m inside of Maverick, it feels like he was built just for me.”
“Because he was; that’s how mates work,” I explained, scooching closer so I could rest my head on his shoulder and drape one arm across his body the way I knew he intended to do to Mav.
“D-does he only bottom?”
“Yes,” I replied. “Which means it’s a good thing you’re verse, because being stuffed with two cocks, the way we did to him the other night, has been a longstanding dream of his.”
“I’ve never felt anything as tight as his ass squeezing us together. Every time you moved I felt like I was going to die, every shudder, and I flew higher. I swear my soul left my body more than once while we had him pinned between us.”
“You weren’t the only one,” I grumbled.
I knew I needed to move and go turn the shower on so it would be warm by the time we shuffled beneath the spray, but damned if I had the energy yet.
It was like he’d milked it all out of me, along with what cum was left in my body after the heavy mating session we’d had.
I needed to check on Mav and make sure it was just a recipe that had sent him from our bed so early.
Reaching out along our mental link wasn’t happening; I couldn’t focus enough to do more than sigh, let my eyes drift closed, and cling to Leo.
“Breakfast is served.”
Jerking, I twitched, blinking, confused, and struggling to process the words bouncing around in my head in a disorganized fashion.
What order were we serving? Wait a minute, we didn’t serve the orders unless someone had called out sick.
Even then, it was Mav who usually filled in at the counter because I tended to have resting bitch face anytime I was forced to leave my kitchen.
“Wake up, sleepyheads; you want to get this in you before it gets cold.”
I smelled cinnamon, brown sugar, maple, and melted butter and let my nose help me dial in my focus.
A smiling Maverick stood at the foot of the bed, shaking his head at us, with a tray with two loaded plates of French toast, and ohhh, mmm.
My inner cat scented meat, sausage to be exact.
And they weren’t those store-bought breakfast patties either; we’d picked these up from the butcher around the corner from our cookie shop, along with the rest of our non-seafood meats.
I shook Leo gently, then not so gently after he batted at my hand and mumbled at me to let him sleep for the rest of the morning and maybe even the afternoon too.
“Can’t do that,” I murmured in his ear, kissing the shell of it and giving it a lick, expecting it to make him giggle like it had last night.
Instead, he groaned, swatted me with a pillow, then plopped it over his head, grumbling about how I was insatiable.
Chuckling, I pried up a corner of the pillow, enough to shove my face beneath it, so it wouldn’t muffle my words when I explained to him what was going on.
“I’m not trying to fuck you; Maverick is trying to feed us.
There are four slices of French toast and several sausage patties with your name on them, and you’re letting them get cold. ”
“Food?” he murmured, finally starting to stir and remove the pillow from over his head.
“A big, heaping pile of food,” Maverick replied, giggling as he headed around to Leo’s side of the bed.
As soon as Leo spotted him, he sat up completely, set the pillow on his lap, and accepted the plate Maverick passed him, along with the kiss Mav pressed to his lips.
“Mmmm,” Leo hummed. “Was just about to ask if you were gonna eat with us, but it tastes like you already have.”
“I peeked in and saw you guys were still passed out after shaking the snow off the cabin and decided to go ahead and pig out before I made your plates, since I still have another batch of cookies I want to make. I’m almost certain this is the final tweak too, but you guys can judge for yourselves later, during the blind taste test.”
“Breakfast and cookies?” Leo asked as he cut into the first bite of French toast and let out an obscene moan. “Oh, holy shit, I’m in heaven.”
Mav giggled as he came around the bed and passed me my plate, kissing me the same as he had Leo, then rubbed noses with me.
“I smelled coconut earlier,” I remarked as I caressed his cheek. “Does that mean we get to taste test your snowball cookies?”
“Uh-huh,” he murmured, nuzzling against my hand.
“I woke up to pee and decided to try boosting the coconut flavor in the frosting by using coconut milk, then folding in toasted coconut bits, since I didn’t like the way the shredded coconut made the cookies so uneven.
Not to mention the mess. The flavor really popped at that point, but it wasn’t quite right in the center, so I made another batch of coconut cream, also with coconut milk, and pulsed a bunch of toasted coconut in the bullet blender and stirred it into the filling.
By the time you guys drag yourselves out of bed, they should be ready to taste. ”
With him in the room with us and my senses much more awake with the scent of food wafting beneath my nose, it was much easier to reach out along our mental connection, just to touch base with him.
Was the recipe the only thing keeping you up this morning?
That, and I wanted to talk with my folks and let them know what was going on. Mom says that once we’ve had a chance to discuss the features we want our home to have, to text them to her, and she’ll get on it, so we have a place lined up to move into before Leo finishes his two weeks at work.
But she was okay about the way everything turned out?
Yeah, she really was. First she started apologizing, like, eight or nine times, at least, then she started crying, which just got me crying, then it must have really started to sink in because she let out a whoop, woke my old man, and the two of them started firing off a mix of congratulations and another round of apologies before Dad said he was going to coordinate with your dad about the food for the welcoming party when we bring Leo home.
Oh nice, your old man’s barbeque is always melt-in-the-mouth delicious.
“My mates are talking in their heads and leaving me out again,” Leo interrupted.
“Shit, sorry,” I muttered as we immediately ended the conversation.
“I told my folks about us,” Maverick explained.
“Briar just wanted to make sure that it had gone okay, since they hadn’t necessarily been pleased about us coming up here together for the holidays.
I think Mom had planned to throw another open house at one of the properties she has listed and conveniently invite every eligible alpha in town. ”
“And leave you struggling to flee the ball without leaving a glass slipper behind for them to track you with,” Leo quipped.
“Pretty much, not that I’d have been able to slip away unnoticed,” Maverick admitted as I dug into the yumminess on my plate.
“Anytime she holds an event like that, she makes sure I’ve got a circle of alphas vying for my attention while plying me with food and drinks.
Forget running out of there the way Cinderella did; I’m lucky if I can waddle at the end of the night.
Not to mention that there’s always a handful that stick around through the cleanup, asking if I need a ride home.
Gods I’m glad that shit is over. She can turn her attention to my brother, Krew, now, thank you very much. ”
“And she will, too; you just wait until her annual spring house hop, and you’ll see.” I said.
“My poor brother is gonna wind up swarmed. I almost feel bad for him, but not nearly enough to wish that it was still me.”
“Will be nice to finally be allowed to go again,” I said.
“Why haven’t you been able to go?” Leo asked.