20. Dante #2
Hero's body tenses, his orgasm building. His tongue licks over the bite mark he'd given Brookes moments before, the sight of it sending a jolt of desire through me. Brookes shatters, his cum spilling over his hand and onto the couch, his body convulsing with the intensity of his release.
"Take my knot, Heart. Take all of me, baby," Hero says softly as he thrusts once more, deeper, his knot swelling, locking them together.
Before Brookes can collapse, limbs shaking from holding himself up, Hero rolls them onto their sides, his arms wrapping around Brookes protectively.
Brookes looks absolutely wrecked, his body trembling from aftershocks, his eyes glazed with a mixture of satisfaction and exhaustion.
He reaches for Levi and me, his hands grasping at our arms, seeking our touch, our connection.
With a sigh, Hero kisses the back of Brooke’s neck and gently pulls out of him, his knot finally releasing the two of them. Careful not to jostle Brookes, he lifts himself away. Brookes’ eyes find me, his gaze a mix of need and exhaustion that sends a shiver through me.
"Are you sure, Petal? I can wait," I say, my voice soft but firm. He looks like he's ready to drop, and as hard as I am, I can wait. For him, I will do anything.
"No, Te. I need you. I need this." He pants, reaching for me, his fingers brushing against my chest, sending a jolt of desire through me.
Instead of laying him down, I lift him into my arms and sit on the couch with him straddling me. His body is warm and pliant, his skin slick with sweat and the remnants of Hero and Levi. I can smell them on him, the scent of sex and desire fills the air.
"Ride me, Petal. Sit on my dick and let me fuck their cum out of you," I say possessively, my voice a low growl. Neither Hero nor Levi respond to my words, their eyes are only for Brookes, watching him with a hunger that matches my own.
Brookes lifts himself up just enough to guide me into him.
He sinks down slow, his mouth parting in an O, his eyes hooded and blissed out.
The sensation of him enveloping me is exquisite, his body tight and hot around me.
When his ass hits my thighs, I lean forward, licking the sweat and cum from his chest, needing to taste him, to claim him as my own.
Brookes groans in response, his body shuddering as he begins to roll his hips, riding me with slow, undulating movements.
I can see fatigue on his face. Grabbing his hips, my grip tight, I help him move, fucking up into him, my body aching with the need to claim him, to fill him completely.
"Dante!" Brookes shouts, his voice filled with a mix of pleasure and pain that sends a surge of desire through me.
"You ready to cum for me, Petal? Take my knot like a good Omega." My voice a low growl as I pick up the pace, lifting him up and slamming him down with each thrust.
"Yes, please. Yes." Brookes cries, his head falling forward to rest on my shoulder. Turning my head into his neck, I find my mark waiting for me. I run my tongue over it slowly, reverently, the taste of his skin making my head spin. Brookes’ ass tightens around me in response, his body clenching and releasing in a rhythm that matches my own.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around his dick, stroking him in time with my thrusts until Brookes is screaming in my ear, his body convulsing with the intensity of his release.
Ropes of his cum coat us both as I thrust once more, my knot swelling painfully as I push past the tight ring of muscle and lock myself inside of him.
I cum hard, shouting Brookes’ name as my body sinks further into the couch, my arms wrapping around him protectively.
His body quivers, his breaths ragged as he clings to me, his face buried in the crook of my neck.
As my knot recedes, I slowly pull out of Brookes, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.
He sighs softly, his body going completely limp against mine, utterly spent from our lovemaking.
The scent of roses intensifies around us, mingling with our combined musk in the warm air of the living room.
Hero and Levi join us on the couch, not even hesitating despite the sticky mess we've made of ourselves and the Italian leather beneath us.
We position ourselves around him instinctively, arranging our bodies so he's perfectly cradled between us, his slender frame draped across the three of us like the most precious blanket.
My hand finds its way to the small of his back, tracing gentle circles there as our bodies surround him, our combined warmth and protective energy enveloping him completely.
The rise and fall of Brookes’ chest gradually steadies, his breathing evening out as he melts further into our embrace.
I watch, mesmerized, as those long lashes flutter against his cheeks before his eyes open, revealing those brown depths that still make my breath catch every time.
His gaze meets mine first, holding for a moment that feels suspended in time, before sliding to Hero's watchful hazel eyes, and finally settling on Levi's warm brown ones.
The soft curve that forms on his lips, that genuine, unguarded smile that took us months to earn, spreads across his face, lighting up his features.
"I love you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. The words hang in the air, precious and perfect. "All of you. So much." His slender fingers reach out, tracing invisible patterns on each of our skin as if committing us to memory all over again.
My heart swells painfully at his declaration, making it hard to breathe for a moment.
The fierce protectiveness I've always felt for him transforms, expands, becomes something even more profound.
"I love you too, Petal," I whisper back, letting the emotion I usually keep locked down color my voice.
My hand moves from his back to cup his face, thumb brushing across his cheekbone reverently. "More than anything in this world."
Beside us, Hero's hand reaches out with that characteristic grace of his, long fingers gently stroking Brookes’ cheek with a tenderness that belies his lethal capabilities.
"I love you, Heart," he murmurs, his voice barely audible yet filled with an intensity that speaks volumes. His eyes never leave Brookes’ face as he adds, "Always.
" The word carries the weight of Hero's promise, steady, unwavering, eternal.
Levi shifts slightly, his massive arms tightening around Brookes’ more delicate frame.
His large body somehow manages to envelop our Omega without overwhelming him, offering a fortress of muscle and warmth.
"I love you, Bloom," he says, his deep voice rumbling through all of us like distant thunder, gentle yet powerful.
His dimples appear as he smiles, adding, "Forever.
" The single word carries all the straightforward devotion that makes Levi who he is.
Brookes’ smile widens at our declarations, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears that catch the low light of the room.
One escapes, tracking down his cheek, and I catch it with my thumb before it can fall.
"Forever," he echoes, his voice filled with a promise that sounds like coming home.
His scent blooms around us, roses in full, glorious bloom.
In this perfect moment, surrounded by our love, our promises, our forever, Brookes shines brighter than any star in the New York sky outside the windows.
His light, once dimmed by trauma and fear, radiates from within, illuminating all of us.
We, his Alphas, once just assigned protectors, now bound to him by something far stronger than duty, are the lucky ones who get to bask in that light for the rest of our days.
The mission that brought us together has transformed into something none of us expected but all of us needed.
A family, forged in protection but sustained by love.