20. Dante
Dante
T he click of the penthouse door echoes through the vast space, signaling the departure of Charlotte and Pack Hudson.
The silence that follows is both a relief and an opportunity.
I turn to Brookes, his scent of fresh roses filling the air, a sweet contrast to the tension that's been lingering.
His brown eyes meet mine, a mix of exhaustion and apprehension swirling within them.
I know what he needs, what we all need, a distraction, a release, a reminder of what we mean to each other.
I step closer, my voice low, "It's just us now, Petal."
He offers a small smile, a brave front, but I see the slight tremble in his hands as he runs them through his short black hair. "Just us," he echoes, his voice barely above a whisper.
Levi, ever the perceptive one, moves behind Brookes, his large hands gently resting on our Omega's shoulders.
Brookes leans back into the touch, his eyes fluttering closed briefly.
Levi's scent of warm vanilla mingles with Brookes' roses, creating a soothing aroma that fills the room.
His fingers gently knead the tension out of Brookes' muscles, earning a soft sigh.
Hero, standing a few feet away, watches the interaction with a soft gaze. His hazel eyes meet mine, and a silent understanding passes between us. This is what Brookes needs—us, his Alphas, to ground him, to pleasure him, to love him.
I reach out, cupping Brookes’ cheek, my thumb gently stroking his smooth skin. His eyes open, locking onto mine. The openness in his gaze strikes me deeply, and I feel a surge of protectiveness and desire. "Let us take care of you, Petal," I murmur.
His breath hitches, his pupils dilating slightly. He nods, a small, almost imperceptible movement, but it's all the consent we need.
Levi's hands slide down Brookes’ arms, his touch firm yet gentle. He leans down, his lips brushing against Brookes’ ear. "We've got you, Bloom," he whispers.
Brookes shivers, a soft gasp escaping his lips.
Hero steps closer, his hands reaching for the ties of Brookes’ robe.
He slowly pulls them, his knuckles grazing against Brookes’ skin as he parts fabric, before pushing it off his shoulders.
Brookes’ breath quickens, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
Hero's eyes never leave Brookes’, his gaze intense, filled with a quiet strength and desire.
I step back, taking in the sight of Brookes standing between Levi and Hero. His lithe body is graceful, his brown skin flawless. The scars from his past are barely visible, a testament to his strength and resilience. I reach for my own shirt, pulling it off, my eyes never leaving Brookes.
Levi's hands slide down to Brookes’ waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants. He slowly pulls them down, revealing slim legs. Brookes steps out of his pants, his body now bare to us. His scent intensifies, the sweet aroma of his slick filling the room.
Hero's hands trail up Brookes’ chest, fingers circling his nipples. Brookes gasps, his head falling back against Levi's chest. Levi's hands move to Brookes’ hips, holding him steady as Hero continues his exploration.
I step closer, my body pressing against Brookes’.
I lean down, capturing his lips in a deep kiss.
His mouth opens for me, his tongue meeting mine in a dance that's familiar and exhilarating.
I can taste his desire, his need, his love.
It's intoxicating. I feel his heartbeat against my chest, his warmth seeping into my skin.
I deepen the kiss, wanting more, needing more.
Brookes responds with equal fervor, his hands reaching up to grip my shoulders, pulling me closer.
Levi's hands move lower, cupping Brookes’ ass, his fingers dipping into the warm, slick wetness that pools there.
Brookes moans into our kiss, his body pressing closer to mine, seeking more contact, more friction.
I can feel his hardness against my own, the delicious pressure sending waves of pleasure coursing through me.
Hero's mouth moves to Brookes’ neck, his teeth grazing against the sensitive skin, drawing out a gasp from deep within our Omega.
Brookes’ body trembles with anticipation, every nerve ending alight with desire.
I break our kiss, my mouth moving to the other side of his neck, mirroring Hero's actions.
We mark him, our bites gentle yet firm, a claim of love and possession that leaves Brookes writhing between us.
"Mine," I growl into his neck, the words escaping me like a secret, whispered into his skin.
"Yours," Brookes cries out, his voice a mixture of surrender and ecstasy. "I'm all yours."
Brookes’ hands reach out, his fingers gripping my arms tightly, as if anchoring himself to me.
His breath comes in quick, desperate gasps, his body writhing between us, seeking more, needing more.
Levi's fingers slip inside him, his movements slow and steady, drawing out a symphony of moans from Brookes that fill the room, spurring us on.
Hero and I step back, stripping out of our clothes, our eyes locked onto Brookes.
Levi lifts him effortlessly, carrying him to the large couch in the center of the room.
He lays Brookes down gently, before removing his own clothes one item at a time, revealing his powerful body.
Once Levi stands before him completely naked, he strokes his cock, catching the precum on his finger.
"Suck," he commands, his voice a low rumble. Brookes raises up from the couch, capturing Levi's finger in his mouth, licking it clean with a hungry eagerness that sends a jolt of desire through me.
"So good for me, Bloom," Levi says, his large body covering our Omega's. Brookes’ legs wrap around Levi's waist, his body arching up to meet him, eager for more contact.
"I need you, Levi," Brookes whines, his voice filled with a desperate longing that resonates within me.
I move to the side, my hand reaching out to stroke Brookes’ hair, offering comfort and connection.
Hero mirrors my actions, moving to the other side of the couch.
He kneels at Brookes’ head, capturing his lips in a deep, punishing kiss.
Levi lifts Brookes’ hips, laying his legs on either side of his thighs, opening him wide.
Taking his cock in hand, he notches the head at Brookes’ slick-drenched hole and slides into him slowly, drawing out a moan from deep within Brookes that vibrates through Hero's mouth.
"Mine," Levi whispers as he fucks him, his movements steady, his thrusts deep and controlled. Brookes’ hands grip the couch, his knuckles white with the intensity of his pleasure.
"Yes, Levi!" Brookes cries, pulling away from Hero's kiss, his voice filled with a mixture of ecstasy and surrender.
Hero and I watch, our own desires growing with each of Brookes’ moans, our dicks hard in our hands as we stroke ourselves.
Levi leans down, his lips capturing Brookes’ in a deep kiss, his hips moving faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent.
Brookes’ body tenses, his orgasm building like a storm within him.
Levi breaks the kiss, his mouth moving to Brookes’ neck.
His teeth sink in, his bite gentle yet firm, marking Brookes as his own.
Brookes cries out, his body convulsing with his release, his pleasure washing over him in waves.
Levi's knot swells, thrusting deeper, locking them together. He rolls them, Levi now on his back, Brookes draped over his chest, his arms wrapping around Brookes tightly. Brookes’ breath comes in quick gasps, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his pleasure.
Hero and I move closer, our bodies pressing against Brookes’.
Our hands stroke his skin, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his spine.
Our lips press gentle kisses to his shoulders, his neck, his cheeks, tasting the salt of his sweat, the sweetness of his skin.
We whisper words of love, of adoration, of promise, our voices low and husky, vibrating against his flesh.
Levi’s knot eases, allowing him to pull out of Brookes slowly. Brookes whimpers softly, his body missing the connection, his hole quivering and empty. His fingers clutch at the couch, his knuckles white with the intensity of his need.
"More. Please." Brookes begs, his voice a raspy plea, his eyes glazed with desire. Hero takes Levi's place, pressing Brookes’ face into the couch, lifting his ass in the air. Brookes’ body is on display, his hole glistening and ready.
"You need me, Heart?" Hero asks, even though he already knows the answer. His voice is a low growl, filled with a hunger that matches Brookes’ own. He takes his length and runs it up and down the crack of Brookes’ ass, teasing him, making him squirm.
"Yes, Hero. Fuck, don't tease me." Brookes pleads, his body trembling with anticipation. Hero slams into him in one quick thrust, filling him completely. Brookes’ back arches, his body bowing with the intensity of the sensation.
He cries out wordlessly, his voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Hero fucks him hard and fast, his hips slamming against Brookes’ ass, the sounds of skin slapping together filling the room. The sight of them together has my balls drawing up tight, my dick throbbing with the need to be inside him.
Brookes’ body responds, his hips moving in sync with Hero's, his moans filling the room, his pleasure building once again. Hero leans over Brookes’ body, turning his face to the side to claim his mouth in a sloppy, hungry kiss.
His hips move faster, his thrusts becoming more urgent, his body chasing its release.
I watch, my own desire growing with each of Brookes’ moans. My hand squeezes my dick, my body aching with the need to be inside him. Yes, we could have taken him together, but this is about us claiming him individually. Completely.