Chapter 61
CONNOR
Scent matches?
Holy crap, Atlas Palamo is not only here, he’s part of this—maybe even something that could be considered an us—and he’s scent-matched with Wren?
I have a million questions all whirling in my mind.
He doesn’t look as blindsided as I did when my scent match raced up to tackle me.
Certainly not like his entire existence has been flipped on its head, which is how I felt for days, weeks, even, let alone barely an hour after discovering such a monumental piece of knowledge. He seems almost… calm.
As spun out as I feel right now, none of that matters. I have to ignore all of those flying thoughts and focus on our girl.
With this revelation? Shit. Turns out she really is our girl.
He’s here, and I’m reduced to a heart fluttery, skittish mess.
My long-term crush is now out of control.
It’s escalated to a point where it’s escaped containment, and I really can’t stop thinking about that night in the library.
I’m struck by just how much I want to push for more than just some kind of physical connection between us.
But in all honesty, I don’t know if he wants that…
he’s a goddamn scent match with our girl.
We’ve gone all in, the three of us, but Wren and Ace being scent matches also is a little poetic, really. I’m immediately hopeful of what this could lead to.
Or maybe I’m a complete fool. Perhaps, Wren will be all he ever wants, and I’ll have to learn to live with that.
Before I can spin out any further, Wren makes a noise of part pleasure, part frustration.
I’m still in the process of teasing her ass when I feel it.
The sensation of her channel relaxing, just at the same moment as Theo’s knot goes down.
Fucking hell, it feels strange, but in a good way, to call him Theo.
Her cunt relents that airtight seal, and there’s an immediate mess of slick and cum that gushes everywhere to coat his balls and groin.
“So good, my birdie girl. Look at you, sweetheart, you’re so pretty when you’re all worked up like this.” Theo might look like he’s fighting for his entire life, but he focuses on praising her for how good she’s doing while gently disentangling their limbs.
I don’t think it’s possible to be any harder than I am right now. Getting to tease Wren’s tight little ass, while she drips a filthy combination of Theo’s seed and her peach essence slick has got me ready to fuck for as long as she needs me to.
He’s still purring loudly in the aftermath of their time being locked together, with Wren pulled tight against his chest as she cuddles in and rubs her face against his chest hair, huffing in deep breaths of his ocean scent.
But he’s got a pained expression in place when he looks between me and Ace, giving the two of us a glance that speaks volumes.
“As much as I hate everything about saying these words… because I don’t want to leave her right now… but I need to make some calls. Get out ahead of this reporter thing.”
“Go. We’ll take care of her,” I say.
He pauses, mumbles something into Wren’s hair before kissing her softly, and then carefully turns her over to my hold. She protests loudly, whimpering and clawing at the sheets at the loss.
“We’re here, Bambi. Your Alphas are here.
” To try and distract her, I ease my finger out of her ass and instead grab her by the hips.
Running on instinct, I grind against her, rubbing my cock through her seam.
With the state she’s in, I’m assuming expecting her to be able to support her weight will be off the table, so instead, I help guide her to stay on all fours by placing one of the wedge pillows under her hips.
Thank fuck we’ve got these to hand, they seem goddamn perfect for what we’re going to need over the course of the next few days.
Theo gets up from the nest, his softening dick covered in her sheen. The sight of him makes my own length throb and twitch. Goddamn does he have a nice cock.
Wren cries out, body wracked with obvious cramps, which is my cue.
I hold her hips, pushing into her drenched, swollen cunt on a slow glide.
Fitting myself inside her from behind, at this angle, when I can feel just how thoroughly used she is already after being on both their cocks, is one hell of a turn on.
With Theo gone, it’s obvious she’s searching for one of her Alphas to fill that void left in her nest.
“Gonna have to get in here, scent match,” I lightly tease him.
Wren reaches out for Ace, nothing but frantic panting noises and whines. I hold myself still inside her slippery channel.
The guy looks so uncertain, even though they’ve already fucked, he’s already been inside her, I guess this is a lot to process all at the same time. Maybe that’s why he looks so calm? It’s just surface-level masking, but underneath, he’s flailing around, totally out of his depth.
Understandably, he’s a little hesitant, but guides her face toward his dick.
He kneels before her, allowing his strong fingers to brush soothing, gentle strokes over her jaw and hair.
That careful, placating touch must be exactly what she craves; it only takes a moment before she’s nuzzling his groin.
“See? That’s what you needed, didn’t you? Your scent match will take care of you.”
“Pretty sure she hates me,” he murmurs.
I give a shallow thrust, rolling my hips against her ass. “What do you mean?” My eyes stay glued to the spot where my cock breaches her entrance, shiny with cum and the prettiest evidence of Omega slick.
“We weren’t exactly on good terms when her heat took over.”
“Did something happen?” I shoot a look his way.
As I look him over, taking in and noting the way he’s staring down at her, I know for a fact he’s gone for her.
The harsh lines of his face and grim set to his jaw are still firmly in place, but his eyes give him away.
The brief flicker of softness and adoration in his expression is like nothing I’ve ever witnessed in all the time I’ve known Ace.
There’s no way he would have said or done anything to intentionally hurt her; that much I know to be true.
“I was trying to keep her safe.” His Adam’s apple dips. “Thought she’d be better off without me…”
Wren lets out a growl like an angry kitten, and even though I can’t see her face, her body language leaves no guessing as to her response to that. She glares up at him while determinedly burying her nose in the crease of his groin.
There’s more to this, but right here and now isn’t the time to unpack whatever the fuck has gone on. I keep my focus on giving her those shallow, steady thrusts that allow my knot to repeatedly bump up against her slickness and sensitive spot at her entrance.
“Keep talking about our girl as if she isn’t here. See how that goes for you.” My fingers dig into that soft swell of her hips. “You know that Wren can hear everything. Can’t you, beautiful?”
She preens under the praise, squeezing my dick.
Ace sucks in a sharp breath, unable to drag his focus from the place where she clings to him.
“You two can hate-kiss, hate-fuck all you like. I bet it’ll be hot as hell.
” I hit him with a crooked grin, and he scowls at me in reproach.
“Either way, you’re gonna give her what she needs, and who knows, maybe Wren will be in a mood to forgive you if you knot her until neither of you can see straight. ”
“It’s more complicated than that.” His voice drops into a stifled groan as her mouth starts working at him.
Wren clings to his thighs and starts lapping her tongue along the thick, veiny length of him.
“Ummmphhhf. Fuck.” The grunt that escapes from him is so sexy, to hear the way he’s struggling with just a few flicks of her tongue.
I can’t wait to watch him completely lose his mind when he’s knot-deep in her pussy.
“Right now, I don’t need to know what the hell the deal is between you two, but the scent match is there.
” I thrust harder, shunting Wren’s body forward and making her tits bounce.
“Whether you’re ready to get on board with it or not.
This is happening.” Another thrust has the swollen bulge of my knot ever so slightly slipping inside her, setting my pulse thrumming.
“Hate-kissing it is then,” Ace mutters, fisting his dick and dragging it over her puffy lips.
“Fine.” My hips slam against her ass, my knot going another fraction deeper this time.
“Wonderful.” Ace’s hiss through clenched teeth sounds desperate as his gaze remains locked on the place where Wren wraps her lips around him.
“Suits me. I’ll be over here, showing you exactly how good our girl looks stretched around my knot.” Adding pressure with my thumb to her ass, I rub slow circles, then dip down to collect up more slick, before returning and pushing carefully back inside.
His head tips back, heated gaze fixed on me. “Christ…” Ace pulses his hips in and out of her mouth, while our girl sobs her way through an orgasm crashing in.
“Fuck yes, Bambi. Milk me with that sweet little pussy.” I let out a ragged exhale and a groan as my knot swells and I pump her full.
My chest heaves, everything tingles, the way she grips my knot leaves me floating somewhere near the ceiling.
But it’s made even more intense knowing that I can feel not only her, but his eyes on me, too.
His fierce stare flickers between me and Wren, watching intently as the two of us shudder our way through a joint climax.
Ace wets his lips, and I swear to god, my cock empties a little more cum as a result of that tiny movement.
Fucking hell.