Chapter Eighteen ABBIE #2
“Take it, sweetheart,” Wings says, leaning down and biting my nipple hard enough to make me cry out. As my mouth falls open, he gives me a wicked grin and presses the flat of his tongue to the aching bud. “Just another little sting for your mates to soothe away.”
Mates.
The word shudders through me, lighting up every nerve.
I can feel Bluff’s bond throb in my chest, and I’m vaguely aware of him leaning forward, his gaze locked on my face.
Does he see what these men mean to me? He might have been the one to put the claim on my throat, but Wings and Pitt are already etched on my soul.
Although, it’s my body that Pitt owns right now, his hips dragging back before snapping forward again.
He’s thick enough to make me moan and I lock my heels behind him, losing myself in the next powerful thrust. He knows exactly how to use his athletic body, and moans slip from my lips as he hammers me into the bed.
The friction is the perfect distraction from that empty, needy space inside me, but eventually my hands are clawing at his arms again.
We’re close, but not close enough, and my omega instincts need to know that he’s mine in every way.
“Pitt,” I whimper, tilting my head, my throat on display. “Please. I want your bite, Alpha.”
He stutters to a stop, his cock still buried deep inside me. His hand is almost unbearably gentle as it cups my flushed cheek. “Abbie… Are you sure?”
I hate the doubt in his eyes. I know he wants this, but he’s holding back, and who can blame him? I’ve never been good at letting down my guard, and even now I can feel a tingle of rejection crawling through my hindbrain. He wants me – but not enough to make it forever?
“You said I could have it. Well, I want it now.” I reach up to brush my thumb over the throbbing pulse in his neck. “I’m asking you to claim me, Pitt. I want you to be my mate.”
He stares down at me, a hundred emotions playing across his face. I have no idea what is going through his mind, but when he glances up, Bluff gives a soft chuckle. “I know you’re not looking at me for permission, Alpha.”
“In your dreams,” Pitt grunts, then reaches over and wraps a hand around Wings’ nape. “But you count. Are you okay sharing your soulmate with me, brother?”
Wings’ eyes soften and he leans down to kiss me.
When he’s done, he leans towards Pitt, brushing the same feather-soft kiss over his lips.
It’s exactly Wings’ brand of devotion, and I feel my heart swell.
How the hell did I get so lucky? “I’m pretty sure we’re already as close as a pack can get, but yes.
I’d be honored to have you as our alpha. ”
A shudder runs through Pitt, deeper than just sex. This is his heart fully engaged, and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. It’s rare for him to look vulnerable, let alone stripped back to the bone. “You’re really sure, Abbie? This isn’t just…”
“My hormones getting the best of me?” I groan as he flexes inside me. “Yes, your perfect dick is very convincing, Alpha, but give me some credit. I want all of you, Pitt, and I’ll tell you the same thing after my heat, if you want to wait until then.”
Green fire flashes in his eyes. “No waiting.”
“Good, then…” I don’t get another word out, his hips snapping forward and burying half of his knot inside me. My back bows, caught between pain and pleasure, but I soften a moment later, my greedy channel recognizing this for what it is. My mate’s claiming knot. “Yes, Alpha. Take me. I’m yours.”
I think I burble other words, but they’re drowned out by his possessive growl as he pushes his knot all the way inside me.
I feel it swell to fill every inch of me, pinning me like a butterfly on a spreading board.
His heaving chest presses close, his mouth invading mine as I clutch him to me, body and soul.
But I still want more. I still need…
As his release starts to pump inside me, his teeth sink into my throat, right over the sensitive flesh of my scent gland.
It’s still tender from Bluff’s bite, but that small pain has nothing on the potency of his bond, ripping through me like lightning.
It’s bright, and hot, and so filled with joy, it brings tears to my eyes.
Even with my orgasm thrumming through me, nothing compares to the sheer happiness I can feel radiating off him.
He whispers something in Spanish, then says, “You’re mine, Abbie. Mine to love and protect, now and forever.”
“Now and forever,” I murmur back, burying my face in his neck as our bond carries me away in a warm embrace.
I drift for a while, vaguely aware of soft voices and gentle touches.
Someone presses a warm washcloth to my tingling pussy, while another tongue laps at my trembling thighs, catching every drop of my slick and come.
I feel torn open and perfectly exposed, like all my deepest parts are laid bare for them to worship.
I’m still lost in the euphoria of my second bite when there’s a tap on the door. I try to open my eyes, but Pitt is wrapped around me, his heartbeat soothing mine. I only force my eyes open when Wings cuddles up beside me.
“It was Tricks,” he says with a sheepish grin. “She said you owe her a ton of therapy for seeing her brother in this state, but you can have the pick of the Nesting Corner if this doesn’t work out.”
He lifts his arms and I stare in wonder at the mounds of throws and pillows he’s holding.
They’re all in bright, peacock colors, and I look at Wings almost shyly as I reach out and take a familiar pillow from the pile.
“She must have seen me ogling this one.” I run my fingers through the dove gray fringe.
“I wanted to give it to you, because it made me think of your eyes.”
Wings sets the bounty beside him and bends to kiss my lips. “I love it.”
“I love you.” I grip his arms, my need building inside me, ready to tear me apart again. “Please, Wings. I need you inside me.”
He glances at Pitt, but my mate just gives him a hooded smile. “You gonna give her what she wants, Omega?”
He turns his soft gray eyes back my way. “I’m here, butterfly.”
I cry out in relief, and he rises above me, my own perfect omega. In moments, I’m lost once again in a love I can’t quite believe is mine, but cling to it with every fiber of my being.
I wake to a clenching sensation that’s somewhere between need and pain.
I take a slow, careful breath, my eyes tightly shut as I taste the potency of my heat in the air.
Alpha pheromones and the scent of Wings’ own slick have soaked into the sheets, but my hunger still rises above it, as insistent as a siren’s call.
I lick my dry lips, turning my head to meet Bluff’s gaze. He’s moved from his chair, but only to grab a glass of water from the bureau. He approaches the bed slowly, his eyes never leaving mine as he stops a foot away. “Do you want me to wake them for you?”
I look down at my mates and shake my head. I don’t know how many times I shuddered to a climax on their cocks – not to mention their tongues and fingers - but I can smell their exhaustion in the air. Besides, the need clamoring under my skin is for a different kind of bonding now.
“Can you go back to the chair?” I ask quietly, careful not to jostle the others as I slowly sit up.
To give Bluff his due, he goes without argument, propping the glass of water on his thigh as I slide to the edge of the bed.
I steady myself for a moment before dropping to my knees, his hungry gaze licking over my skin as I crawl across the silk rug towards him.
I really am a wreck, but it’s the kind of ruin that would call to any alpha, let alone my mate.
I watch his nostrils flare as he breathes me in, my scent muddled with the two other men in the bed.
But there’s no denying the claim Bluff has on me, or the hint of honey and amber that has woven through my blood and heightened my perfume.
When I reach the toes of his heavy black boots, I place a hand on each of his knees and gently ease them apart.
I can feel the muscles flexing under my palms as I drag them up to his waist, taking the bottom of his flannel shirt with me.
I’m in the perfect position to see the hard wedge of his erection through the worn material of his jeans, and my thighs clench at the thought of taking it deep inside me.
I want his knot – in fact, my heat demands it, - but not before I’ve taken him apart with my mouth. “I want to suck you, Alpha.”
“Water first,” he tells me, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes at my pout. But I rise up to accept the glass, watching him over the rim as I gulp it down. When I’m done, I rest a hand on his groin, gently squeezing the iron-hard shaft. “What about now?”
He leans back in the chair, his chest swelling as he blows out a harsh breath. “Sweet girl, I want your mouth on me more than anything in this world, but I need my arms around you. Can you come up here?”
I nod, because how could I say no to a request like that?
I hold his gaze as I straddle his lap, the worn denim of his jeans brushing my swollen pussy. “Fuck,” he breathes, locking his arms around me and pressing his mouth to my throat. “If this is a dream, don’t wake me, okay?”
“It’s not a dream,” I tell him, running my hands over his shoulders and arms. He’s still dressed in his flannel shirt, and I carefully peel it off, exposing the white tee that clings to his chest. His scent wafts up to me, heightened by his arousal, and I can’t bite back a whimper. “Did you like watching us together?”
“You took that knot so well,” he murmurs, kissing the valley between my breasts. “And Wings makes you shine so beautifully, I’m kind of intimidated by his skills.”
“He’s perfection,” I agree, brushing my tender breasts against the soft cotton of his tee. “We’re mates, and that’ll never change, no matter how many bites I take.”
He looks at me thoughtfully, his thumb brushing over his claiming mark. “You planning on getting another?”
I blush, wondering if he can see the face that flashes through my mind. The bond gives me glimpses into his moods, but thankfully no telepathic vision. “I feel pretty good right now.”
“You really do,” he agrees, his hands dropping to circle my waist. “Talking about intimidation, you sure you don’t regret taking my bite? I look at you, see how much those guys adore you, and I’m well aware that you’re way out of my league.”
I brush my fingers over the swollen side of his face, feeling the deep well of his insecurity through the bond. He really thinks he’s not good enough for me? This stunning, damaged man thinks he’s somehow not worthy of our bonding, when the truth is, he’s only seen a glimpse of who I really am.
“There’s something I want to show you.” His hands clutch me instinctively, but he lets me go with a rueful look as I slide off his lap.
Turning slowly, I pull my hair out of the way, grasping it tightly in one hand.
I’m not ready yet to read his face, but I can sense the moment he takes in my scars by the way his shock jolts through our bond.
“Burns.” His breath is a pain-wrapped hiss of recognition. “Electrical?”
“A radiator.”
“Fuck me.” I shiver at the broken curse, but startle twice as hard as he leans forward and presses a kiss to my spine.
His hand steadies my hip, soothing the ripples of reaction that dance over my skin.
Touching me there is still so hard, even when it’s my mate, and in the throes of my heat.
He must sense my unease through the bond, because he slowly, carefully, draws me back onto his lap.
There’s both a new gentleness and a coiled violence in the way he wraps his arms around me.
“Tell me that whoever did that to you is burning in hell.”
I tuck my chin to my chest, feeling his rage as it licks over me. “I took care of it.”
“Of course you did,” he purrs in my ear, nuzzling his bite mark. “But I want to go kick over their gravestone, just to make sure.”
“I’ll tell you all about it another time,” I promise, pushing the ghosts back into the shadows where they belong. “Because right now, Alpha, I really need to feel your knot deep inside me.”