Chapter 49 #2
That’s the only permission Brennan needs.
He pumps into her, hips slapping against her ass, as the scent of peach and sex swirls around us.
Pressure zaps down to coil at the base of my spine, my balls tingle, my knot is swollen and begging for attention with the warmth and wetness of Wren’s mouth kissing it every time I slip into the back of her throat, and she takes more of me.
“Are you…” Brennan’s neck muscles strain as he thrusts harder.
I swallow thickly. “Tell me once your knot slips in.”
His expression goes from hungry to downright ravenous. “Fffuuuuck. Fuck. You ready for my knot, baby?”
Wren is a mess of saliva, bobbing on my dick, and she lets out a loud whimper, a muffled yes. The vibration shoots down to my knot. I know I can’t hold off. I need all of us to get there, and we need to do so right fucking now.
“God yes, Bambi, swallow my tip.” My mouth starts running. “Let me fill your throat.”
Brennan makes a ragged noise. Something between a curse and a growl. His hips slam forward, and I know they’re nearly there. Wren’s moans grow louder in time with the sensation of his knot thudding against her entrance.
“Fuck, it’s really fucking hot watching my girl get knotted. You look so beautiful taking him.” I cup her jaw with one hand, helping guide her to suck me.
As soon as Brennan slams forward this time, it’s like I can feel it in my own groin.
It’s like my body is in tune with his, and the sensation somehow ripples through to hit me in that same spot.
His knot wedges deep, and the strained noise of pleasure he makes is the thing that tips me over the edge.
Through gritted teeth, I let out a ragged gasp, my fingers wrap around my swollen knot, and I squeeze.
All that pressure, all that wanting, all that desperate need, it all fucking explodes through me, and I blow down Wren’s throat when she relaxes even more.
It’s insanely hot, the sexiest fucking thing that she can suddenly take even more of me, swallowing my tip at that exact moment she’s knotted by Brennan.
Fuck.
I’m stripped down to nothing but twitches and groans, as my cock pulses every last ribbon of cum, shot after shot with an orgasm that feels like it has no end.
Our perfect girl swallows everything eagerly.
My fingers keep clenching and massaging the bulge of my knot, simulating what I know Brennan is feeling right now, and from the look on his face, I know for certain he has just wiped his brain clean of any thoughts except for being buried deep inside her, to fuck and fuck, for hour after hour.
Holy hell. If this is what this is like, a full heat is surely going to be enough to put me in a coma.
Wren moans long and loud around me, and her little tongue laps frantically along the underside of my dick and finds the sensitive spot just beneath the tip.
She’s so damn sloppy, saliva drooling down my knot and coating my balls.
I don’t know if I’ll ever get over seeing her slack expression and glazed eyes with a knot filling her.
Harsh breathing from both me and Brennan fills the kitchen, as that wave starts to recede, and even though I still feel like I’m floating out of my body, I’m pretty sure it’s not just me who is struggling for air.
Wren lets me fall from her mouth with a wet pop, then rests her cheek over my lower abs.
Brennan is so checked out, a look of utter bliss on his face, I’m sure every brain cell of his has descended to reside in his knot. His throat works, and he blinks at me a few times.
I end up slumped backward on the kitchen floor, one hand running through my hair, the other still stroking Wren’s face. “Holy fuck. You just killed us both, Bambi.” My voice is a croak.
Tilting my head to one side, I try to figure out our best plan while we wait for Brennan’s knot to deflate.
These two won’t be going anywhere while they’re locked together, so I guess it’s gonna be up to me to help make them more comfortable.
Except as I peer around, I can’t help but start laughing, my shoulders shake as I drag my palm over my face.
When I look again, it’s even funnier. There’s flour everywhere. Bowls and a chopping board are tipped onto the floor. Smeared down the side of the counter is a goopy residue of raw egg. Chopped herbs dot the white coating as far as I can see. And is that fruit all over the place, too?
“Oh my god.” Wren lifts her head, bleary-eyed, and looks at the kitchen disaster we just caused.
“Next time, hide the knives, Brennan.” I chuckle.
“We ruined dinner,” our girl groans apologetically.
“Doesn’t look like someone is complaining.” I wink at Brennan, who still hasn’t been able to string two words together. “How about I order pizza?”
I fumble for my bag, hooking my phone out of the side pocket, then catch my hoodie that has only been given a very light dusting of flour.
Bundling it up, I scoot around so that I can help Wren and Brennan gently roll onto their sides.
His grunt when they have to move, his knot jostling inside her, makes me smirk.
As much as I could get up and leave them to it, I’m not sure that my legs are steady enough to walk yet.
Besides, I’m clingy. Cuddles sound like a much better idea.
Tucking the hoodie beneath our girl’s head, I flop back down, cradling her so that I’m spooning from the front.
Before I open up the app to order takeout, I tilt her chin to face me and take a couple of quick photos looking down her naked body. My grin grows wider as her sexy scowl glares at me through the phone screen.
“Hey.” She pinches my stomach.
I turn the phone around to show her. Wren is a sexy-as-fuck mess.
There’s no other way to describe it. Not only is there white streaking her blonde hair, but she has two giant flour handprints on her hips; there are probably some on her ass cheeks, too, and clear outlines of fingers on her breasts from being cupped from behind.
“Needed to keep that memento for later.” I wink and sling a heavy arm over both of them. I don’t really care that I’m cuddling Brennan, also. I mean, it’s not like I can help it; they’re knotted together in a two-for-one snuggle package deal. I kinda like it.
And that’s when it hits. The rumbling sensation travels up my arm as his Alpha purr kicks in.
It’s one thing to experience it for myself while being knot-deep in our girl, but to feel them tethered together like this, and to be able to feel those vibrations in my own body, holy fuck, that’s the wildest fucking thing.
“One question...” I swallow thickly. Definitely don’t need to let it show that I’m really enjoying the fact that Theo Brennan is purring, and I can feel it settling something deep inside my veins. “Before I order food, I gotta ask…”
Wren hums sleepily against my chest, Brennan mutters something about hurrying up to order pizza, but it’s basically just a general sound of acknowledgment that he’s still alive.
“Can we please be having lots of sex now? Let me, us, have all the sex? Anytime? No more stupid no sex rules?”
As I look at the two of them, half-asleep and knotted in my arms, I’m pretty sure I might not survive if we can’t do this anytime we like.