Chapter 63 #2
She’s exhausted but still craving relief from the last vestiges of this heat keeping her body in its clutches. Yet, seeing them connect, seeing Ace’s tattooed hand begin stroking lazy glides up and down Connor’s abs, distracts her.
“This okay?” His voice drops into a deep, gravelly tone.
Connor’s Adam’s apple dips before he nods. That gold chain of his glints with each rise and fall of his massive chest.
I take the opportunity to pull Wren against my front.
With a deeply contented sigh, she curls up in my arms. For what feels like the first time in days, a dreamy little noise escapes her, making me hopeful that we’re nearing the end of this heat.
Her tiny fingers lace through mine, slowly rubbing and sliding like she can’t bear it if we’re not caressing each other.
As she tucks her head into the crook of my shoulder, I feel her focus laser in on the movement of Ace’s palm.
She sucks in a breath when the sight farther south becomes obvious, Connor’s cock flinching and twitching.
His length swells and fills until he stands erect, balls sitting heavy and full beneath his plump knot.
Wren hums, a tiny vibration of greedy approval. Now that they’ve started whatever this is… it quickly becomes apparent that there’s only one outcome, one way this is going to end. As soon as they stop touching, her whines resume. In an instant, she’s writhing uncomfortably as if in renewed pain.
Connor clears his throat. “In the interest of pack dynamics…” He looks between our girl and me, and I see it written in his eyes.
This might be an opportunity to give us all a much-needed break, to help Wren settle down while watching them fool around together, but there’s no disguising the lust in his blue-gray gaze. “Is that what our Omega likes?”
Wren nods. I feel her naughty little smile when she turns her head into my arm in an attempt to disguise her glee.
“Do you enjoy seeing your Alphas take care of each other, too?” I ask, pressing my mouth to her neck.
She makes a small whimper in agreement, then touches her mouth, absently brushing her fingers across the plump curve of her bottom lip.
“You want to see us touch each other?” Ace rasps.
As Connor twists so that they can look at each other, it’s like the room crackles in anticipation. Right now, my pulse is fucking hammering, so I can only imagine how it must feel for the two of them, no matter how calm they look on the surface.
It’s Connor who’s the first to break the silence. “Whatever you wanna do… it’s fine by me.” He clears his throat, neck muscles tensing.
They stare at each other for a few drawn-out seconds. Whatever hesitancy the two of them are experiencing, it’s clear as day that it has absolutely nothing to do with not wanting to do this.
“Fuck it.” Ace’s big, tattooed hand grabs the back of Connor’s neck. “Come here.” With a forceful tug, their lips meet somewhere in the middle. The moment they kiss, a shudder roams through Wren, and I can’t deny the same level of visceral feeling that courses through my veins.
The two of them are lost to the moment. Eyes closed. Hands roam. Joint groans of pleasure mingle. It’s a sight to behold.
Of course, Connor is the one who remembers this is as much about our girl as it is about them. Without breaking the kiss, he pushes Ace’s shoulder and rolls on top, making sure that Wren can see.
The heated look he slides my way, while his teeth tug on Ace’s bottom lip? There’s no mistaking that message. He’s making sure we both can see.
My dick immediately jerks in response. I’m twitching and filling as if on command.
While bracing his weight so that he straddles Ace’s thighs, it puts them groin-to-groin.
Their leaking mushroom tips brush, dragging a hiss and a stifled groan out of them.
Connor reaches down and swipes his palm over Wren’s slick from his stomach to collect as much of it as possible, then wraps his fingers around both of their hard cocks.
Four shaky exhales fill the nest.
“Christ.” Ace’s hips jerk, his hands flying to Connor’s waist to hold him tight.
“This alright?”
“More than alright.” He nods, tattooed throat dipping as he stares at the place where their lengths are pressed together.
It’s a picture worth staring at. The prominent Vs and trails of dark hair. Bunching stomach muscles. Powerful thighs and asses flexing.
Connor confidently strokes both of them, while Wren and I cuddle together, watching, transfixed. I’ve gone from feeling half-dead earlier to now being painfully hard, digging into my girl’s spine.
Their grunts and groans start pouring more freely, along with the slick noise of Connor’s fist, and I adjust the position of our bodies.
A quick readjustment of our angle lets me slip inside her drenched cunt.
She’s velvety soft, perfectly ready for me to push inside until my knot kisses her entrance.
But that’s all we need right now. I hold myself there, not thrusting, and Wren’s cunt ripples and lazily grips me.
A delicious little satisfied sigh leaves her plush lips.
Fuck, this has gotta be heaven. The only things that could possibly make this better would be having Wren fully present—not stuck in her heat-brain state—and I have to admit the truth to myself now, that I want more with Connor.
I’m not jealous of what he has with Ace, it feels exactly the same as when I see either of them being with Wren. All I care about is that they’re happy, and right now, the look of bliss on the big guy’s face tells me that he’s possibly about to fly out of his head with how good he feels.
Connor’s head drops forward on a guttural gasp, gold chain swinging in time with the rhythmic roll of his hips.
With each stroke of his fist, their dicks continue to rub, bringing the veiny lengths of them together until their knots bump.
Every time it happens, at the base of my cock, my own knot fucking throbs, and my balls tingle.
Yeah, it’s extremely fucking hot seeing the way those two fleshy bulges squeeze and slide past each other under his tight grasp.
The air hangs heavy with how thick their Alpha scents are right now, and Wren whimpers with pleasure with every second of their show.
Although this isn’t purely for show. They’re both lost to the sensation, and it doesn’t take long before both men start grunting more forcefully, panting with shallow breaths.
Ace slaps a big hand against the sheen of slick coating Connor, then spits in his palm to add more lubrication, and takes over. Unrestrained groans escape both of their throats, mouths parted, gazes locked on the sight of both their hands working to bring them to the edge.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” Connor grunts, strokes losing their rhythm as he lets Ace guide them the rest of the way.
“Umphff. Ffffuuuck.”
It’s a beautiful sight to witness their joint climax, to admire every ripple of tension and flexed muscle play out. They swell and pulse, and Connor is the first to fall apart, ribbons of pearly release rocketing from his slit.
Wren lets out a whimper, her cunt clenching around me so tight I see stars.
Ace hisses through gritted teeth as his cock erupts.
Thick ropes of cum coat both of their fists, splashing up their chests to slick their skin, rubbing between them as they continue to rock together.
Connor slumps down, finding Ace’s mouth in a sloppy kiss, sucking on his tongue, and murmuring incoherently.
It makes me wonder how it would feel to have his hard muscles pinned against me. My head spins with the possibility of swapping places and having Wren’s eyes on me, rubbing dicks and falling apart with Connor. To pull him down so he can fall asleep, heavy-limbed, sweaty, and satiated in my arms.
Our girl buzzes with happiness, making the sweetest little snuffling noises where she’s using my arm as a pillow. As she stays contentedly wrapped around my length, nestled deep inside her pussy, I’m realizing that this pack is so much more than I ever bargained for.
And I’ll do anything to protect everyone in it.