Chapter 68 #4
She moans loudly, and I’m sideswiped by a mixture of her perfume and lust. It’s so distilled, the pure essence of Wren collides with me, dead center in my chest. I fucking love her so much, it feels like my heart is about to pump right out of my body.
With a gasp, she pops off Ace, leaving his flared mushroom head and reddened thickness demanding more attention.
Her breathing is a little unsteady as she leans forward and flicks her tongue over his slit. I can’t see those blue eyes, but I can tell she’s staring at Ace, and I feel the silent ask, the subtle waiting for permission front and center in her emotions.
“I think you’re clever enough to take care of both of your Alphas, aren’t you?” He reaches out to swipe a thumb at the corners of her eyes, then raises it to his mouth to taste the dampness from her tears.
“Yes, Alpha,” she exhales and the ripple of pure need is a heady sensation that makes my knot throb.
“Well, then you know what to do.” He strokes himself lazily, watching as she shimmies around between my knees.
When I finally get to take in her face, she’s all flush sitting high on the apple of her cheeks, blue eyes sparkling like sapphires, and she gives me a small smile, the kind of look that leaves me entirely helpless.
Wren could ask me for anything, at any time, and I’d fucking fly to the moon to get it for her. Right here in this moment, I know I’d never survive losing her.
As if it wasn’t obvious, she can sense just how desperate I am and runs her hands up my thighs.
Her delicate fingers dance over the fabric pulled taut by the muscles beneath, until she reaches my groin.
The outline of my dick is ready to rip straight through the material.
I’m goddamn painfully hard, and it only gets worse when she starts to massage me through my pants.
“Fuck… sweetheart…” A desperate grunt escapes me.
Wren wets her lips and flutters her eyelashes before I feel a pulse of confidence race through our bond. “Keep your hands on the armrests, Daddy.”
“Oh, fffuuuck.” The air punches from my lungs.
I do as she says, white-knuckling the chair, unable to tear my focus away from watching her unfasten my belt and waistband. The rasp of my zipper lowering sends a shudder through both of us at the same time, and Ace wraps her hair around his fist.
As soon as my dick is freed from its confines, she dips forward to kiss the tip. Her fingers are on me, wrapping me up in a firm hold just above my knot, and the moment she blows softly over the precum leaking from my tip, my hips thrust up involuntarily.
I’m too eager, too desperate, and doesn’t my girl know it.
Watching her is too much and not enough, as she welcomes me into the warmth of her mouth. My throat works down a swallow, and I’m goddamn panting before she’s even licked her way down the prominent vein running along the underside of me.
“Jesus. Christ.” With my head thrown back, I lose myself to the way she lets me feel just how much she’s enjoying this. How being on her knees while hearing me, unable to control the grunts and groans coming out of me, is turning her on.
It’s a head rush of the best kind. The worst kind. I can feel every single thing running through Wren as she swallows me down. Dipping her head forward to take more and more of me into her hot little hole.
“Sweet fuck. You love this, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Ace chuckles and keeps his fist tugging long strokes of his cock while watching Wren get sloppier and sloppier around me. “Don’t need a bond to interpret that. Your scent is so thick I can taste it.”
“I think you need something, don’t you, baby?”
Ace moves without needing to be asked, sinking to his knees at her back.
He makes efficient work of tugging at her clothes, slipping beneath her panties until he makes contact with her pussy.
The moment he does, Wren’s pleasure—sweet relief entwined with spooling tension—slams into me as he starts to finger her from behind.
The two of us watch everything unfolding with so much breathless intensity, it’s like the air could catch aflame.
This isn’t how it feels when I’ve been in a position similar to this with Connor, having Wren between us, where it feels like I wanna drag his mouth to mine, or tell him to lean in and do exactly as Wren does.
No, this is more like Ace is just as captivated by watching her suck me as I am.
We’re both enraptured by how much she enjoys this.
Her pleasure becomes our pleasure, and we’re all bundled into one.
He lets out a grunt and has to let go of her hair in order to brace himself. That moment, he feels the clench of her pussy around his fingers while knuckle-deep inside her.
“I know you want to be full, baby.” With gritted teeth, I watch her curtain of hair swing forward.
Fuck her command from before, I’m too far gone.
Sweeping her hair back with both hands, I hold those soft curls off her face and enjoy the sight of drool forming at the corners of her mouth, her lips stretched around me. “How many can you take?”
Wren moans loudly, pushing her ass backward onto Ace’s hand.
“Three?” I ask.
She sobs with pleasure. I sense just how desperately she wants to be stuffed until she can’t take another inch.
“When we get home, sweetheart.” It’s all I can do not to unload without warning.
I can’t hold back from touching her anymore, stroking her cheek with my free hand while the other keeps her hair back.
She shudders and a wave of satisfaction floats past all the sexual need and outright carnal desperation of this moment.
Just how much she loves being touched and petted is a surprise but shouldn’t be. I’m still figuring out how best to take care of our girl, and upping how often I give her physical skin-to-skin contact is gonna be a high priority.
It comes as no surprise that she senses all of that, pushing further to take me as far back as she can before gagging a little.
“God, yes, baby. Suck me dry.” My dick pulses on her tongue, precum dripping freely. “Swallow me down like that.”
Ace curses softly, and from the way his other hand is moving, it’s clear that he’s shuttling his fist up and down his cock at the same time as stroking her inner walls. “You want more, peaches?” His Adam’s apple dips.
Wren moans loudly, sending sweet, sweet vibrations straight to my heavy balls.
“That’s it. You can take it, can’t you, sweetheart?”
This is truly wild, being able to sense that she wants more, without a single word needing to be exchanged. “Add another finger, Ace. She’s ready to be full.”
Holy fuck. The second he does so, the moment she welcomes the stretch, her emotions race with abandon. “That’s it.” A deep groan builds somewhere in my chest. “I can feel how much you love that. Come for us. Soak his hand.” Tension zaps down my spine, pressure ready to explode.
Wren’s lewd laps at the tip of my cock and muffled sobs of pleasure each time she takes me as far back as possible signal the point of no return.
“Christ. Just like that.” A muscle in Ace’s jaw flickers with tension.
Our girl cries out, the sweet little sound is garbled around my dick filling her mouth, and she shudders as her climax comes in to claim her.
As soon as I feel her throat closing around the tip of my cock, her pleasure exploding like a fucking multicolored confetti canon fire down our bond, I blow down her throat.
Cum shoots from me in pulse after pulse, as I feel like I can’t even breathe at how much more intense it is feeling her orgasm at the same time as my own. I could never have imagined anything like it. This has gotta be the closest thing to soaring through the stratosphere.
Wren swallows every last drop and licks me clean, all while I can’t do anything but stare. She’s so perfect, she’s my perfect, and I’m the luckiest bastard in the world to have found her.
With a sultry noise, she lets my softening dick fall from her mouth and immediately twists around. Her focus locks on Ace, but he shakes his head.
“No way, peaches. You don’t have to—” Ace might be saying no, but our Omega has other ideas.
She gives him a dirty, cum-drunk look and grabs his hand.
With eagerness, she licks her slick off his fingers, then proceeds to scoop her hair to one side and leans forward.
Without hesitation, she wraps her puffy lips around his rock-hard cock and eagerly sucks him until her cheeks hollow out.
I’m barely back in my body, my breathing labored with how hard I just came apart in her mouth, and now I’m stuffing myself back into my briefs as she blows Ace. His expression is one of awe as he ever so subtly guides her head.
The guy looks wrecked and in love, in equal parts. His jaw is lined with tension as he clearly tries his hardest not to force himself too deep past her swollen lips. He murmurs something in Samoan, and it sets off a new wave of affection tumbling through Wren.
“Can you take me also?”
Our girl’s emotions are defiant.
I can’t help but laugh. “Try to stop her. Our perfect Omega wants what she wants.”
He groans through gritted teeth, his neck muscles tense. The moment he erupts, a wash of deep contentment floods down our newly formed bond.
Wren might have said the words to me tonight and given me the most profound moment of my life by bonding, but it’s clear she loves Ace deeply. Even if they aren’t ready to say it out loud, it’s clear they’ll get there eventually. They just need time.
We all do.
And while here in this moment, everything feels so goddamn perfect, time is something I fear we all could use much more of than we’ve got.