Chapter 30
CONNOR
“Please… please help.”
Wren is more beautiful than ever, and those words falling from her lips are as sweet and rich as honey.
I’ve never felt anything close to this way before, this electrified, this fucking on fire from a single clasp of her slender fingers around my wrist. We might not have as strong a bond as a goddamn scent match, but the slightest hint of her fingertips brushing against my wrist has my veins catching alight.
She chose me.
This phenomenal creature wants me back.
I’ll take those words carefully stored away to my grave.
“Will you be okay with letting us give you what you need… right here?” Brennan asks in a low voice.
He’s like a different man to the imposing former rugby star I remember sitting nervously in a meeting with while sorting out my contract with the Wolves.
A little leaner than in his prime playing years, but without a doubt, the guy is still all muscle and strength.
He was someone I looked up to when I was just a lad, daydreaming of the day I could maybe do this for a living.
Theo Brennan is a man who commands… attention, respect, and unwavering loyalty is a given.
Yet, with her? Despite their circumstances, he’s incredibly tender, giving another gentle rub of his thumb over her cheek as she nods into his touch, only this time, he drifts lower and catches her bottom lip.
It’s oh so smooth, a whole lot of ownership in that single gesture, and our little Omega clearly craves that.
Ours. I like the sound of that… a lot.
“Have you been with an Alpha before?” Theo says it softly, but he’s clearly fighting to remain steady.
Wren shakes her head, a shudder rolling through her small frame as she melts under that gentle pressure of his thumb to drag her bottom lip down.
I can’t help the unfiltered possessive delight on my face, hearing that we would be her first Alphas. And when I shoot a glance to my side, Brennan’s jaw is clenched, but there’s clearly relief in his expression.
Except this ain’t the time, or place, for smoldering looks and caressing her cheek. The clock is goddamn ticking.
“Alright, you two, gonna have to find some other time for staring longingly into each other’s souls… right now, our girl needs our help.” I’m bricked up inside my jeans with how potent her scent is filling this small space. We’re basically hotboxing ourselves on her perfume.
“Brennan, this is okay with you? The team approach?”
“Yes,” he grits out. Clearly unhappy with me interrupting his little moment of falling under her spell.
“You want your scent match to fill you up?” Hitting Wren with a knowing look, it’s adorable how she so very clearly does, but refuses to outright say it.
Her chest rises and falls faster, giving us another one of those tiny whimpers.
Stubbornly clinging to her rules, because she’s a fighter wrapped up in the tiniest of packages.
“Use your words, baby,” Brennan coaxes. Which is probably a good point. She’s not gone full heat-mode nonverbal, so it’s a good idea to make sure this is still a conversation being had.
Oh, he’s fucking toast. The look she gives him when he calls her that is enough to snatch his soul for eternity. I know, because if she ever decides to give me a look like that, I’d give over my entire life for whatever she asks.
This time, she nods, looking straight at him with eyes shimmering. “I need you.”
Good enough for me. Obviously good enough for Brennan, too. This time, he moves.
“Come here, sweetheart. Let me take care of you.” His big hands cup her jaw as he walks them both to the closest pallet stacked with heavy crates.
“But we gotta do this quicker than I’d want to normally, okay?
” Glancing at me, he has a look in his eye, one that says I’d better treat her right, or he’ll find me a spot six feet under in his backyard.
“What Brennan is saying is that you’re gonna have to sit in his lap, Bambi. Otherwise, his fat knot is gonna get involved, then we’ll be stuck here.” With a smirk, I let my voice dip low and shoot him a wink. “Don’t worry. Message received loud and clear.”
“Good.” He sits on the edge of the pallet, dragging Wren to stand between his knees. then makes quick work of his belt and loosens his pants just enough.
Moving to stand at my girl’s back, I skate my palms up her bare arms, loving the trail of goosebumps that appear in the wake of having my hands on her. She’s so fucking soft, so tempting, I just want to roam my mouth over every inch of her curves and satiny flesh.
But this isn’t about me—hell, as much as I’d prefer things to be different, this isn’t about romance, or soft kisses, or really about anything other than helping her through this—and we’ve gotta remember it’s imperative the three of us don’t get busted doing what we’re about to do.
“Turn around for us, Bambi.” I encourage her to slowly spin until she faces me. “You wanna show me how pretty this pussy is, hmm? How perfect will you look full of him, and with my mouth on you?” That needy whine of hers is almost a moan as it climbs up her throat. She nods again.
“It aches.”
“I know it does… we’re gonna make it better, I promise.”
“Help me move her.” Brennan sounds like he’s about to die, and as I glance over her shoulder, he’s got his waistband shoved down and thick, hard cock in his fist, giving himself a few strokes.
We both help ease her to straddle his lap, with knees hanging wide over his thighs, her back tucked against his chest.
“Look how perfect you are for your Alphas.” I crouch down between Brennan’s spread knees.
This doesn’t worry me in the slightest, but I’m hoping he’s not gonna freak out at the idea of just how intimately acquainted I’m gonna be with his junk if we’re really doing this and going all in on this together with Wren.
“Oh, Bambi… you’re so wet… so slick. I can tell just how good you’ve been for your scent match.” As I keep praising her, more of those delicious shivers roam through her body, and Wren relaxes more against Brennan’s chest.
“That’s it, perfect girl, let us take care of you.
” Pushing the soft fabric of her dress up the swell of her thighs, it’s like exposing a goddamn playground.
Temptation unveils itself in the form of all her smooth, delicate flesh that I just want to sink my teeth into.
That cute curve on the inside of her thighs where they touch would look perfect with an imprint of my bite there.
A reminder of having my head buried in that sweetest heavenly spot.
“Oh god,” she pants, trembling with overwhelm and the effect of the heat spike. “Need.”
“Shhh, it’s okay. We’re gonna look after you. Lift your hips for me.” Brennan fists himself and clamps one hand over her hip, trapping the skirt of her dress there.
“Jesus.” I swallow thickly. Her perfume hits my flared nostrils when I reach forward to hook the side of her panties.
She’s a mess of slick, and it’s got me about ready to burst in my jeans.
“You’re one lucky motherfucker, Brennan.
Our girl is so incredibly wet, her soft little cunt is gonna feel like heaven. She’s being so good for you.”
“Please, Alpha.” Her breathing hitches. Those lush thighs quiver. And it’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever witnessed in my life as I tug the fabric aside to expose her glistening, swollen cunt.
“So pretty. Of course, you have the prettiest pussy,” I murmur, damn near feral to get my mouth on her. “That’s it, show us exactly how well you take your Alpha’s big cock.”
Brennan lets out a ragged noise. His fingers holding his length graze her pussy lips, feeling all that evidence of how desperate our Omega is for him, and he notches himself at her entrance.
“Oh fuck. Fffuuuck.” He exhales harshly as Wren’s weight slides down, sinking back onto his length, slowly impaling herself, inch by inch. “Baby. You’re so fucking wet. Jesus,” he grunts, letting his other hand seek out the crease of her hip, steadying her in place.
Wren’s face is sheer bliss at the moment he sheaths himself using her body. Her plush lips hang parted, flushed with arousal and how it feels to finally find some relief from the overwhelming sensations, to give exactly what her body craves.
“Fuck, you two look so sexy together,” I murmur hotly, my mouth hovering close to her pussy.
“More, Alpha,” she gasps.
Well, what the lady wants… who am I to deny her sultry little pleas.
“Don’t you fucking dare knot her here. Or we’re all gonna end up caught.” As I warn Brennan not to get carried away, I blow gently over her exposed clit, swollen into a tight little bud I’m dying to wrap my lips around.
“You wanna switch places and try saying that?” He genuinely sounds like he’s dying. It’ll be going against every instinct not to simply start rutting up into her and shove his knot deep inside.
“Teamwork, remember.” I chuckle.
My lips hover right there, and the sight of her swallowing his dick, with his knot sitting pressed against her entrance, turns me upside down. I’m leaking everywhere inside my boxer briefs.
“You’re good with this?” I check in with Brennan. The last thing I need is him turning into a feral animal and knocking my block off while he’s knot-deep in her channel.
He grunts in approval. “I’m here for whatever our girl needs.” Then follows that with a dark groan when I can only assume Wren tightens around him.
“Ohhhh, did our little Omega like the sound of that? Did she just squeeze you to death?” Leaning closer, I take a deep inhale of her sweetness, all that perfume rolling thickly around us, and the muskiness of Brennan now mixed in there, too.
“You like being ours? Both of us?”
“Jesus. Fuck,” he grits out. “Stop talking and get your goddamn smart mouth on her.”
Wren’s eyes roll back.
Another string of curses comes from behind her.