Chapter 30 #2
Lowering my mouth, I don’t dare torture the two of them any longer. I drag a long lick through her seam. Tracing all that delicate flesh and slickness right from the point where she’s stretched around Brennan, up to her clit.
The loud moan that comes out of her is a heady thing. She’s a perfect flavor of ripe peaches beneath my tongue. It’s addictive tracing over every inch of her slick-coated flesh, every ruffle, and swirling over that swollen bundle of nerves.
Kissing her pussy is gonna become my religion, there’s no doubt about that.
Sucking down on that spot that makes her let out more of those gasping, whimpering noises, I home in and commit each response to memory.
We don’t have time for me to spend as long playing and taunting and edging her as I want to.
Christ, this is the opposite of what I imagined my first opportunity to taste Wren might have been.
In that version, the one I fucked my fist to far too many times, I had her legs shaking around my head all night long.
Yet, this is about giving her relief. Not indulging in my private fantasies.
That will have to wait for another occasion.
Wren shatters almost straight away. Her mini heat has her so tightly wound that it only takes a few swirls of my tongue and applying the right pressure. Her orgasm races through, leaving her body shaking and thighs quivering.
“Need…” She gasps as the wave eases just a fraction, and that’s when those tiny fingers of hers find their way into my hair.
Fuck. Having her hands on me is just too good, too addictive.
She clenches her fists and scrapes her fingernails against my scalp.
Wren holds me in the spot where I’m continuing to roam my tongue over her clit. “Alpha, please.”
I don’t even fucking care if she’s talking to Brennan right now. Hearing Wren beg while writhing under my tongue has my dick pulsing.
Even though her voice is soft, full of sweetness, she starts demanding more. “It’s not enough,” she whines.
Brennan makes a ragged, desperate noise.
Clearly physically struggling not to give in to her demands immediately.
“No fucking way. Greedy girl. Not tonight. Not here.” He knows as well as I do if his knot gets involved, that’s gonna spell trouble for all of us.
We don’t need the two of them locked together for god knows how long.
She pouts and whimpers. A tiny noise of frustration that we’re holding back on her.
“Don’t think we don’t want that,” he gentles.
Understanding that she needs reassurance.
“Trust me… my knot is aching to swell inside you, to feel you squeeze me to death. But when I get my knot inside you, it’s gonna be when I can stay like that for as long as I want.
It’s gonna be a time and a place when I can knot the fuck out of you over and over. ”
Watching her respond to his promises is sexy as fuck. Those heavy-lidded eyes go glazed.
“This pussy needs to be extra full, hmm?” I kiss her slickness, keeping my focus on our girl.
Brennan groans. “She just gripped me so hard.”
“I know what our little Omega needs.” Reaching down, I swipe up her slick coating her upper thighs and sliding down from where her cunt is stretched around the cock inside her.
Just as I start to push my fingers up and in, there’s a moment of pause when I slip inside her entrance and allow her channel to relax enough to let me inside.
Goddamn, she’s so velvety soft and full.
My dick throbs even harder, my balls tightening. Fuck my life.
Knowing that I’ve got my hand wrapped around Brennan’s knot and base of his cock, not to mention that I’m touching his scent match like this, I do a quick check-in. “You okay with this, Brennan?”
His length jerks. “Man, I don’t care. If it makes our girl feel good, I’m down.”
“We’re gonna give this pussy what she needs,” I hum, and push farther inside, then curl my thumb and forefinger, so that my knuckles can rub against her inner walls.
My girl—our girl—gasps and shudders. At the same time, her fingers yank my hair, forcing me to tilt my head so I can meet her gaze.
What waits for me there is one blissed-out, horny-as-fuck Omega, who gives me the cutest, angriest look.
One that says explain how the fuck do you know how to do that? All while drenching my entire hand.
“I haven’t been with an Omega before, baby. Don’t go making up stories in your head.”
“Then how—” Her face contorts with a moan escaping those plush lips, while her walls ripple.
The pleasure of having my fingers there too simulates the feeling of taking a knot.
Something she’s never had before, but her body wants right now.
I keep teasing her inner walls in the sensitive spot she’s craving.
“I’ve learned a thing or two.” Murmuring over her pussy, I know we gotta get her there right fucking now.
This time, I don’t tease. I lick her and suck down on her clit until she falls apart around my hand. And it’s all so good, too good. The sweet scent of her arousal coils through my blood. Racing down my back, until that pressure bursts at the base of my spine.
“Ungghhhh. Ffffuuckk.” Wren is still clenching around my fingers as I feast on her pussy, and my cock explodes. My own orgasm hits, leaving me gasping, spurting cum everywhere and making a mess inside my jeans.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Brennan grunts, and I can only imagine he’s about to lose it.
I’ve barely eased my fingers away when he tightens his hold on her hips and throws his head back with a low groan.
Wren slumps back against his chest, limp and flushed.
Her thick eyelashes flutter as she looks down at me where I’m still kneeling between her thighs.
And I bring my hand up to my mouth, to suck every last drop of her off my fingers.
All while she watches with mouth hanging open, breaths shallow and the kind of look in her eyes that she can’t believe what she’s seeing.
My girl had better get used to it.
Because now I’ve had a chance to taste her, there’s no going back.
This just changed the entire game plan.