Chapter Eighteen ABBIE
My heat is rolling through me, lighting up my throbbing nerves.
I can feel Wings in my every pore, his dark chocolate scent as addicting as any drug.
The perfect climax we just shared is painted all over my body, but as the door clicks behind me, I stiffen in his arms. The scent of mate washes over me, but I lie still, listening to the soft murmurs of deep alpha voices.
I can’t make out their words, but I know there are only two of them, which is one less than I would’ve liked.
“Tell me, sweetheart.” Wings brushes a soothing hand down my quivering spine. “What’s wrong?”
I press my face to his neck, feeling like a greedy idiot. “Ark,” I whisper. “He’s not here.”
“Ah. I think he’s probably locking the club down.” He tilts my chin up, his eyes soft with compassion. “You know he’ll be thinking of your safety first.”
I nod, because it’s not like I gave him any prior warning that I was going into heat. Hell, even I didn’t realize what was happening until I started grinding all over Pitt’s lap.
And who am I to complain about Ark’s lack of attention, anyway? I’ve pushed him away so many times, he doesn’t know when to retreat and when to come the hell back.
“It wouldn’t work anyway,” I mutter, running my fingers over the pair of butterflies on Wings’ chest. By my fuzzy calculations, I have a couple of hours before I’ll be deep in my haze.
It’s been a long time since I wasn’t muted with suppressants, but I can feel myself sliding under, my logical mind giving way to my more primal hindbrain. “Too much history. ”
Wings taps a finger on my pouting lips. “You sure about that?”
I shrug, both moody and restless. There are just so many unspoken words between Ark and me, and the ones we have spoken haven’t exactly been the most illuminating.
I’m aware enough to know that my trust issues are a big part of the problem, along with his need to always put my safety before anything else.
I also still have enough of my therapist brain intact to know that a heat is not the best time to finally have those important conversations.
But the hint of his scent I caught when Bluff walked in the door is enough to make my heart squeeze with longing.
“Sweetheart?” Pitt’s hand touches my shoulder and I roll towards him, breathing in his alpine-scented musk. His eyes are hooded, so I can only see part of his vivid green irises, but I soak up this proof of his arousal. “Bluff is gonna wait for a bit. You okay with that, Abbie?”
I look past him at the other alpha, who’s sitting on a chair by the bed.
He’s still dressed in his flannel shirt and jeans, and a needy whine lodges in my throat that he’s not already skin-to-skin with me.
But then my gaze snaps back to Pitt, and I feel my core clench with need.
Waiting isn’t leaving, and even if I couldn’t feel the intensity of Bluff’s focus through our bond, his unwavering stare says he’s not about to go anywhere in a hurry.
I nod, wrapping a hand around Pitt’s wrist and tugging him towards me.
He follows me back to Wings’ arms with a smile, and I can feel Bluff watching us, absorbing every movement.
But my focus is on Pitt as he crawls between my legs, maneuvering me back into the V of Wings’ body.
It’s a familiar position for me, except that it’s usually in reverse, with Pitt holding me while Wings takes me apart.
My heart speeds up, my thighs trembling as I look Pitt over.
He’s a beautiful man, olive skin scrawled with ink and stretched tight over hard, defined muscles.
But it’s the adoration in his pale green eyes that sends a warm pulse through me. “Can I have a taste, sweetheart?”
I nod, and my murmur of approval is lost in Wings’ soft mouth.
I moan at his sweet taste, at the drugging kisses he feeds me while Pitt slowly kisses his way up my thighs.
Wings plucks my tender nipples, just hard enough to make my back arch, and Pitt pins my hips to the mattress with his big hands.
“Squirm all you want, butterfly. I’m still gonna tame that sweet clit of yours. ”
I groan, because he’s almost as obsessed with my clit as Wings is with my nipples, but then his tongue is dipping between my folds, and I melt like butter on a hot grill.
He finds my aching nub with a purr, sucking it into his mouth as he spears a long, thick finger inside me.
I’m already so wet, my slick eases the intrusion, and he groans as my walls clench around him.
“Pitt,” I hiss, my nails scratching over his chest, trying to pull him across me like a blanket. “I need your cock, Alpha.”
He lifts his head, his mouth smeared with my slick. “You sure you don’t want Wings to take care of it for you?”
That’s how it usually goes between us. They both pleasure me until I’m shaking, and then Wings steps up to soothe the ache with his perfect dick.
Pitt stays close by, his wandering fingers and dirty talk winding us up until we both crash over the edge.
I’m usually so strung out by the end of it, Pitt finishes on my heaving chest, rubbing his come into my skin.
But I need so much more than that right now.
“I want you, Pitt,” I tell him, knowing that Wings will understand. He might have never had a full-blown heat of his own, but he’s been with me through my suppressed ones, and he knows how needy I get. Plus, this is Pitt. Our protector, and the first alpha to win my trust in a very long time.
A single glance from under hooded lids and Wings sees right through me.
“I think it’s time you gave her everything, Alpha.
” He’s still playing with my nipples, but he moves down to watch Pitt work me open with his thick fingers.
I’d blush at the intensity of their focus if it didn’t draw another gush of slick from my folds.
“We were talking about knots the other day. I think it might be good if I saw one up close.”
My eyes widen, but then Pitt pushes another finger inside me and I groan. “How close?”
Wings smiles as he brushes my hair back, raining kisses over my flushed cheeks. “Well, your pussy is so pretty and pink, I want to see what it looks like when it’s stretched wide and stuffed full.”
I groan again, gulping down a mouthful of Wings’ sweet arousal. I can feel his cock pressing against my thigh, hard and needy, and I reach out to stroke it with trembling fingers. “Don’t tease me. I feel so empty, and you’re just making it worse.”
“Empty with three thick fingers buried inside you?” It’s Wings’ turn to lean down to lap at my clit, purring at the way my hips jerk off the mattress.
He plays with me until my thighs start to shake, bringing a helpless cry to my lips.
When he lifts his head, the adoration in his eyes brings another rush of slick to the surface.
“You’re so greedy in your heat, butterfly. Look at how perfect you are for us.”
He nods at my body, and I blink hazily, trying to look down at myself.
Pitt is wedged between my thighs, which are dripping with my juices, and his hand is still buried in my pussy.
Every time he hooks his fingers in my walls, my stomach muscles jump, my legs quivering helplessly.
My skin is covered in goosebumps, and my nipples are red and swollen from Wings’ constant attention. “I look like a wreck.”
“A delicious wreck,” Wings tells me, lapping at my swollen nipple. “But you can take more. You’re built for it, beautiful.”
So is he, but we don’t mention that now.
Instead, my gaze drifts to Bluff, who’s watching with dark, hungry eyes.
The moment our gazes meet, I feel a tug in my chest, my bond lighting up with our connection.
I want to reach for him, but I hold myself back.
That’s my instincts trying to latch onto my mate, but I won’t let them distract me from what I have with Pitt.
He’s my focus now, and I lift up to press another ravenous kiss to his lips.
He tastes like mint and musk, and I drink him down, desperate for more.
“Please, Alpha,” I tell him, grinding against his hand. “I need to feel you inside me.”
Pitt groans and sits back on his heels, wrapping his free hand around his cock.
It’s a thing of beauty, thick and pumped full of blood, with a perfect mushroom crown.
His corded forearm flexes as he gives it a slow, sensual tug, and I can already see the bulge swelling at its base.
Different instincts are rising now, and I lift my gaze to his face, letting him see the need in my eyes. “I want your knot, Pitt.”
He lets out a slow breath, his scent cresting over me in a heady wave. “I want to give it to you, Abbie. So much.” He runs his hand over my thigh, the fingers inside me edging back to roll my throbbing clit. “You taken one recently, butterfly?”
“Not for years.” I gulp around the rush of moisture in my mouth. I want to lick the bead of pre-come on the tip of his cock, but I want to feel his knot even more. “I hired a heat tender right after I moved into my apartment. It was fine, but I didn’t want to repeat it.”
Their curiosity has sharpened, a hint of male jealousy leaking into the air.
I could reassure them, tell them he was nothing more than a human heat aid, but I like their dark possessiveness.
Let them imagine that shadowy alpha. He was just a man doing his job, but I want them to worship me so hard, I forget him entirely.
I widen my legs, skimming my fingers through the slick glistening on my folds. “I’m guessing we’ll work it out together, right?”
“Fuck yes, we will,” Pitt growls, chasing my fingers with the head of his cock. It’s dark red and swollen and my spine trembles as he notches it against my opening. The stretch is everything I imagined, and as he slowly pushes inside me, I clutch his arms, my back bowing off the bed.