Chapter 10
Juniper
Lowie kisses like he needs my mouth for air, devouring and consuming with every push of his soft lips against mine. A rumble vibrates his chest, what I only momentarily think is a growl but is actually a bone-rattling purr, the moment I kiss him back with matching energy. My hands grip his waist, hot skin scorching my palms and fingers in the best way possible.
With a swipe of his hot tongue, brushed against my lower lip, my lips part and that purr grows even louder, sending shivers through my body and goosebumps breaking out over my skin. Everything inside me trembles and swoons, a warmth pooling low in my stomach while the apex of my thighs grows slick with desire and my heart hiccups with the rattling sound.
It’s then that Lowie growls, a strange sound that mingles with his purr, making him almost sound demonic. And yet, it does nothing to dissuade me, my kisses growing fervent and rushed, tongues dueling, breaths catching, moans trapped between our lips. With every push, bite, and suck of his mouth on mine, the desire inside me grows and grows, slick pooling at my core with very little effort.
“Fuck, Angel,” Lowie rasps, tearing his mouth away and inhaling so deeply that I actually blush, because I know what he’s smelling. My desire, thick in the air, coating his every breath with my sugary scent of pineapples, coconut, and an almost cloying sweetness. “You smell like the best thing on Earth.”
And then he’s kissing me again, stealing any words I might have come up with. He’s pouring every single bit of himself into his kisses, removing all thoughts of anything but him, the way he feels against me, his touch, his scent. Everything around me vanishes save for Lowie. It’s heady and mind tingling, body awakening, and lust fueling, my body leaning into his without so much as a single thought. Like it knows what it wants and isn’t giving my mind a chance to catch up with what’s happening between us.
Not that Lowie allows as much, either. Especially not when he bends at his knees and tears me out of my seat. My legs have only one option, and that is to wrap around his narrow waist, my ankles hooking together to keep myself secure against him while we continue to maul one another like we might die if we stop.
I only vaguely notice Lowie moving, distracted by his wet kisses, the tangle of his tongue with mine distracting me enough that he could walk me to a cliff and throw me over the edge and I simply wouldn’t care. I moan against his mouth, hands tangling in his hair as he carries me to wherever the hell he’s taking me, my body heating strangely as I kiss him with everything I am.
Eventually, Lowie lowers his body, and it takes a slow moment for me to realize he’s carried us to the living room and he’s taken a seat on the couch. My legs fall to either side of his hips so that I’m straddling him, my fingers still clutched in his soft, dark hair he has shorn short on the sides and back, but long enough at the top that I can take a hold of it without issue.
With one arm banded around my back, the other grips my hip and drags my lower body closer to his, and a sound that has never escaped me before slips between our dueling mouths and halts my movements. The whine, a needy, high sound lingers between us, and I’m panting against his mouth with wide eyes and a face filled with shock .
But not Lowie. Oh, no. The guy stares at me for what seems like eons but must only be a few seconds before the brightest fucking grin splits his panty-melting mouth in a smile so vibrant I could do with sunglasses.
“That was a pretty whine, Angel,” he whispers, leaning in to nip at my lower lip and pulling away, forcing me to chase him. That grin grows wider, almost giddy, and he asks, “You never mentioned your designation, only that you came into it while you were at The Center. I’m going to assume you’re an omega, based on that sound and the way you smell like ten flavors of sweetness right now.”
I’m nodding, staring at his lips, almost in a trance as I watch with steadfast attention as his mouth moves around his words. I might also accidentally roll my hips against his, gasping around another whine when I feel the evidence of his desire for me straining against his pants. A hot flush rushes through my body at the speed of an oncoming freight train, and I know for certain that Lowie can smell the effect it has on me.
My skin feels too tight, I’m hot all over, and there is absolutely no doubt there’s a mess of slick in my panties that will resemble a flashing neon sign to alphas all over that there’s a horny omega nearby. I mean, there’s no way Lowie can’t feel my arousal seeping through my boy shorts, because I’m pretty sure I’m leaving a wet patch on his pants where I sit. Right over his rock-hard cock.
“I can’t handle those whines right now, Juniper. Shit,” he breathes, even as his hips grind up into my slick center, rubbing against the material that separates us both. His hands slip beneath my shirt, and he hisses even as his palms flatten against my skin, oblivious to the scars there. “You’re boiling hot, Angel.”
Sure enough, I feel like I’m sitting under the hottest rays of the summer sun. Sweat beads on my forehead and back, droplets sliding down my spine as I practically pant on top of him. I press my hands into his chest, my hips rolling once more like they have a mind of their own, and my brows pinch in mindless confusion. I feel like I’m going insane, my body warring with my mind. I need him, badly , but it’s like a fever is riding me at the same time. It’s weird as fuck.
One of Lowie’s hands clamps down on my hips, keeping me still, and my whine turns into a whimper. He groans deeply, leaning in to press a kiss to my throat, and it’s like I’m awash with new sensations, feelings, and emotions. My body prickles, tightening for a split second before it relaxes into a languid puddle in his lap. I sigh deeply, tilting my head to allow him better access, and he growls against my throat as he trails kisses up and down my skin. He teases his teeth against my flesh, and a hot flush rushes through me at the sudden idea of him biting me. Of him bonding with me, keeping me, making sure we’re never parted again.
I’m in a hazy world of lust, lost to his touch, his kisses, his heat and scent, when suddenly he tears himself away and I cry out at the loss. I’m a little dazed when Lowie cups my face, and a serious expression greets me as he tugs me so close that I can feel his breath whisper against my parted lips. “Juno, are you on suppressants?”
I nod as best as I can, my words trapped in my throat as an all-consuming arousal burrows deep in my gut.
“When’s your next dose?” he pushes quickly, his words almost a blur.
It takes several tries before I register his words through the thick fog of desire, and my eyes widen when they finally penetrate. “Oh, fuck. Oh, shit, no.”
“That’s what I thought,” Lowie snickers, part amusement, part worry. “When did you last take them?”
“The day before yesterday,” I rasp, putting my focus into releasing his hair from my white-knuckled grip. “I was meant to pick up my new prescription but Creek caught me off guard and I must have forgotten.”
“You’re smelling stronger already, and you’re burning up, Angel. Your suppressants are wearing off already, and if my nose isn’t mistaken, I’m pretty sure you’ll be in heat soon,” he explains gently, like I haven’t put two and two together and come up with four.
I swallow hard, arousal still clinging to me with a claw-like grip, even as a niggle of panic worms its way through. “They won’t give me the prescription if I’m already on my way toward a heat. They’ll tell me I’ll have to wait until it passes before they offer the suppressants to me again.”
Lowie frowns, but he nods like he understands what I’m saying. His grip on my hips remains steady, keeping my body from seeking the pleasure it desperately needs, and he bites his lip as he searches for words that might ease the panic rolling inside me.
Before he can, a cramp in my stomach has me gasping, and I whimper once more, leaning into Lowie as my eyes shutter closed. I drop my head to his, and I pant for air, taking heady hits of his sandalwood and coconut. There’s a war raging inside me, and I can do nothing but ride it out as another cramp steals the air from my lungs and my body grows hotter.
“Low,” I cry softly, my core clenching with every inhale I take, my body bereft and empty of the pleasure it needs.
“It’s okay, Angel. Ssh,” he tries to soothe, bundling me up against him and rubbing my back, like he hopes that will help settle me. It doesn’t. It makes things worse, because now I can feel every valley and bump of his body, ridges of muscle and abs pressed against me like a tease that’s just out of reach.
Another whimper, this one threadier when the next cramp causes genuine pain, has him cursing and he rolls us both until I’m lying on my back, heaving for air.
“I don’t know what to do, Juno. Tell me what to do,” he rasps, hand fluttering over me like he wants to touch me but isn’t sure if that’ll make matters worse or not.
I cry out on the next wave of arousal that slickens my panties to an embarrassing degree, my thighs clenching around nothing in hopes of quenching the need building between my legs. “I need— I don’t…”
“She needs to come or she’ll have to ride out the pain until it fades. If she’s due a heat soon, this is the beginning. She’ll get moments like these until her heat fully hits,” Leylan’s voice informs from the edge of the living room, and my body damn near convulses when I find him standing in nothing more than a pair of tight boxer shorts that do very little to hide his body. “Sorry, I could hear noises and it woke me. Didn’t realize what was happening down here, otherwise I would have stuck to my room.”
Lowie shakes his head, unbothered by the interruption. In fact, it looks like he’s more relieved than anything, and he looks down at me for the longest moment before he glances at Leylan. “What do we do? She looks like she’s in pain.”
Ley chews on his lip before repeating, “She needs a release, or a very cold bath. She needs the fever to break, and either one will do that, though one would probably be preferred over the other.”
His twin snorts from beside me, but Lowie cups my face gently as he leans over me and asks, “What do you want us to do, Angel? I can carry you up the stairs and put you in an ice bath until you’ve cooled down again and your head clears, or…”
Another cramp. Another whimper.
“Shit. Or you can let us take care of you right now, and then we’ll deal with the rest later,” he finishes quickly, inhaling deeply by mistake and groaning when he realizes how deep into whatever the hell is going on with me I am. “Fuck, Angel, just say the words and I’ll do whatever the hell you want, okay?”
A different set of hands pushes my hair from my face, and a softer look peers down at me as Leylan smiles with all of the gentleness he’s always possessed as he says, “I can go, let Lowie help you.”
I snatch his hand before he pulls away, and I’m shaking my head frantically, suddenly desperate for him to stay. This is fucking crazy. What the hell is happening to me? “Don’t. Don’t go.”
Leylan nods slowly, eyeing me intently, like he’s trying to make sure that’s really what I want. Then he asks, “You want us to help ease the ache, Juju? ”
And I’m fucking nodding before I can even consider the ramifications of my decision. All I can think of is the ache deep within me, the emptiness between my legs, and the desperate need that rages inside me. I’ve been on suppressants since my designation came in, never once going through a heat in all the time I’ve known what I am, so this is all completely alien to me. I’m hot and aching, wet and needy, and the last thing I want is to lie in a tub filled with cold water. I might not understand entirely why my body is acting like a grade a fuckhead, but goddamn it if I’m not willing to take its lead to save me from an ice-cold bath.
“Please,” I beg around a desperate whine, yet another thing I’ve never done before. But, as though it opens the floodgates, more words start pouring from my mouth without my say so. “Please, it hurts. I need you. Please .”
Then my own hands are moving, scars forgotten while I raise my shirt higher as I seek the band of my panties. Inhibitions and dignity, who? Because I’ll be damned if they don’t both die a sudden and tragic death, leaving me wanting and wild enough that I don’t even hesitate to dip my own hand between my legs when the need builds to too much.
My fingers are met with wet heat, so slick that they glide through my folds with embarrassing ease. My hips shoot off the couch when the tip of my finger brushes over the sensitive hood of my clit, and the sound that comes out of me has both twins jumping into action.
“Fuck, Angel,” Lowie groans tightly, biting down on his lip as he watches my hand delve into my panties, his own reaching for the slick mess coating the front of the material and leaving a wet patch big enough that I’d be mortified of on any other day or time. “It’s okay. We’ve got you, okay? We’ll take care of you.”
I’m nodding rapidly, sliding my fingers through my slick, but before I can sink them any deeper, Lowie grips my hand and pulls it away. I moan in protest, but then he wraps his mouth around my wet fingers and a deep, guttural groan breaks free from his chest and I grow impossibly wetter.
“Shit, Angel, you taste like something I could get drunk off of. Pina Coladas and sugar,” he grits, licking his hand clean while a different set of hands reaches for my panties.
“Hips up, Juju,” Leylan commands almost sweetly, stroking his thumb over the skin of my hips before tugging my ruined boy shorts down my legs and throwing them somewhere behind him. I don’t know where, nor do I care, especially when Lowie slips his fingers through my heat a second later, the room dark enough that my scars pose very little worry. I might be mindless for lust right now, but I still know the moment they notice the scars, things will get weird and awkward. I don’t need that when I’m about to die from desire overload.
The next whine that crawls from my throat is louder and longer, pleasure rippling through me at a simple touch, and my hands clench on the couch beneath me as my hips raise to chase the feeling.
“You’re dripping, Juno,” Lowie breathes. “So fucking wet.”
“Lay her on her side,” Leylan instructs, his voice tight with desire. His boxers are tented, the tip of his hard cock peeking over the edge of his underwear, and my mouth waters with the sight of him. He’s built much like his brother, all toned and defined muscle, bodies like a swimmer’s. They’re both beautiful, but where Lowie’s hair is dark, Leylan’s is a lighter brunette, the only noticeable difference between the two. “Now lay behind her and put her out of her misery.”
“Don’t have to tell me twice,” Lowie rumbles behind me the moment he’s framing my body with his. His hand is back between my legs from behind me a moment later, fingers gliding through my arousal, gathering as much as he can on his fingers before he reaches my entrance.
Before his fingers penetrate me, Leylan grips one of my legs, leaning it on his shoulder while Lowie takes hold of the other. I’m left open and vulnerable to them both, but the need warring inside me evaporates any discomfort or embarrassment. I just need them, their touches, their words, scent marks. Everything.
Just as another cramp rocks my body, my limbs tightening as my mouth parts with another sound braced on the tip of my tongue, Leylan leans in and steals it all. My sounds. My sanity. My ever-loving mind. And I don’t even care, because his warm tongue licks a line up my slick pussy, lapping up my arousal like it’s dessert. A moment later, he begins to purr, a rattle in his chest that seems only a little denser than his brothers, but no less alluring and comforting.
Easing effortlessly into the couch, lying between both brothers, I moan loudly as Leylan pulls away before pressing soft butterfly kisses down the length of my body despite the shirt covering most of me from him. It doesn’t stop him, his mouth moving south like he’s on a mission.
Before I know it, lost to his kisses, Leylan delves back in and swipes his tongue along my most intimate part, lavishing me with licks, kisses, and a suckle on my clit that almost has me bowing into him. At the very same time, Lowie sinks those devilish fingers inside my clenching pussy so slowly I could scream, pumping them once, twice, three times before his own purr begins and I’m trapped in a blissful box of sensation and need.
“You feel so good, Angel,” Lowie whispers in my ear as he begins fucking me with his fingers, his free hand pressed against my lower stomach to keep me in place against him, all the while his brother eats me out like it’s his sole job on the planet to do so. It has me riding the waves of pleasure with abandon, my moans and whines for more filling the room around us as a soundtrack that mingles with the wet pumping of Lowie’s fingers and the dirty sucking and licking sounds Leylan is making as he makes me lose my mind. “So wet. So hot, and tight. You’re squeezing my fingers like a fucking vise.”
Never in my life would I have thought Lowie would be into dirty talk, not that I’ve given it much thought, but consider me deliriously and happily surprised, because fuck me it’s good. I’m already coasting through waves of lust and desire, and the filthy words whispered in my ears, along with the sounds we’re all making, it has me spiraling toward a release I need more than I need my next breath. I’m no stranger to pleasure, having spent enough time getting myself off over the years, but it’s a whole new world when it’s someone you’ve been in love with since a young age giving you that pleasure. And it’s far more intense when that someone’s fingers are bigger than mine, stretching me far better than I ever could without the use of an omega-designed toy.
“I want you to come around my fingers, Juniper. I want to hear you as you lose control,” Lowie demands, voice hoarse and gritty with his own arousal, and I’ll be damned if it doesn’t draw me nearer to that elusive edge.
Leylan continues to lap away at my pussy, groaning and humming against me, sending vibrations through my body. He flattens his tongue against me, and I buck against him, Lowie’s fingers sinking deeper. I’m moaning and panting, gasping for air while my body begins to rock between them both, seeking that release I’ll gladly start begging for if it means the whispers of cramps disappear.
Just as I’m about to start begging for more, the words on the tip of my tongue, Leylan wraps his lips around the bundle of nerves between my legs, stealing my air and sounds, my mouth parting with pleasure. He sucks my clit gently at first, Lowie’s fingers still pushing in and out of my body with slick sounds, and I feel the first pulls of an orgasm. It teases the edges, just out of reach, and my hand sinks into Leylan’s hair to draw him closer.
“More,” I whine breathlessly, wanton and very unlike myself. I mean, I’ve never been intimate with anyone other than my own hand, and yet here I am, begging for more pleasure while my body is ruled by the twins I used to dream of a happily ever after with all those years ago. Crazier yet is the sense of rightness that I feel while doing so, like between them is exactly where I should have been the entire time. “I need more. ”
“We’ll give you everything you could ever need, Angel,” Lowie grunts, sinking his fingers deeper before crooking his fingers at the deepest point inside me, distracting me from the strange way his words sound. Like there’s a hidden meaning behind them that I can’t quite grasp. At the very same time, Leylan sucks on my clit so hard that I see fucking stars, and that orgasm that was only hovering at the edges sends me careening over the cliff’s edge with so much intensity that I’m sure I black out for a long moment.
My orgasm washes over me with a cry of relief and heavy doses of pleasure, my body shaking, trembling, and riding the pulsing waves of pleasure that roll over me like a welcome tidal wave. I’m still a little overheated but my mind is slightly clearer by the time I manage to control the afterglow shakes. Clear enough that when my eyes open, I’m met with a wild-eyed and grinning Leylan, his mouth coated in my release. He licks his lips, tasting me on him, and he hums with satisfaction before whispering, “You taste like my favorite flavor in the world, you know that?”
A sleepy smile tugs at my lips, even as I’m still sprawled out between them with all of me on display, but it doesn’t matter when the sweeter twin of the two leans in and kisses me without a single ounce of hesitation. I taste myself on him, sweet and tart, but mingled with his cedarwood and coconut scent that smells like home. It’s addicting, and intriguing, and has me pressing my hand at the back of his head to drag him closer.
Leylan groans against my mouth, his own hands framing my face as he kisses me like a man starved for affection, something I’m all too willing to offer. He trails his tongue over my lower lip, wordlessly seeking entrance, and I allow it easily. Our tongues tangle, the taste of him drawing out a moan as though I haven’t just had an orgasm that blanked my mind for a few seconds.
“She’s tightening around me again, bro,” Low huskily notes, his fingers still buried to the webbing inside me. “You want another one, Angel? Give me the go ahead and I’ll make you come again. ”
I’m nodding against Leylan without removing my mouth from his, clutching at his head to keep him right where he is, humming my consent against his lips. “Mmhm.”
“God, yes,” Lowie groans, right before he starts manhandling me into a different position.
I’m suddenly partially on my belly, my right leg raised while my left lies straight along the couch. It offers Lowie room to do whatever the hell he wants with me but still leaves Leylan enough space to kiss me stupid, our scents mingling into our kiss that quickly turns carnal.
“Lift that tight ass a little, Juniper. Present for me,” Lowie growls, and something DNA-deep inside me reacts before my brain can catch up. My hips are raised before I know it, the blood in my veins thrumming with anticipation and the omega-need for approval holding her breath for a praise that comes a moment later. “That’s it. Good girl, Angel. Good fucking girl. My pretty little omega.”
And then he’s spearing me with his fingers again while those words rock my world harder than a category-five hurricane, gathering the wetness between my legs and using it as lube as he pushes inside me. I’m gasping against Leylan’s mouth, kissing and moaning, and pushing my hips against Lowie’s hands, seeking that blissful ledge once more.
“Rub her clit, Ley,” Lowie demands, pulling out, only to push back in with an extra finger, stretching me so good that I mewl loudly. Ley groans at the same time as Lowie, his fingers reaching for my sensitive clit as Lowie’s pumping fingers quicken in pace then he says, “That might be an even prettier sound than your whines, Angel. I could listen to them all day while I fuck you like this.”
My pussy clenches around his fingers, and my hand tightens in Leylan’s hair, his kisses growing harsher and more demanding. A surprise from Leylan, but fuck if it doesn’t make me hotter, wetter, and needier for them both.
“Give it to me, Juno,” Lowie demands as he finger fucks me into the couch, grunting and groaning his approval at the sounds that slip from my mouth and fall directly into Leylan’s, the two giving me no chance to come up for air. “Come for us, Angel. I want to feel that pussy clamping around me again.”
And, like his words hold the power over my climax, I’m falling again, a rippling orgasm flooding my body while Leylan swallows my scream of pleasure as he circles my clit until I’m trembling between them both with an afterglow, a sleepy but sober mind, and a sated body that isn’t riddled with cramps and intense pleasure.
“That’s it. Good girl,” Lowie whispers, leaning against my back and kissing my temple as I come down from the high of my release.
“You’re so beautiful,” Leylan quietly offers, stroking his clean fingers over my cheek as he smiles somewhat shyly down at me. Not sure how he can be shy after what he and his brother just did to me, but it’s endearing enough that I smile back, tugging him into a softer, more intimate kiss that has me sighing against his lips.
When he pulls back, he nuzzles my nose before addressing his brother over my shoulder. “Let’s get her to bed. She’s going to go through a come down any second, and she’ll be better cuddled up in a bed, warm and comfortable.”
I feel Lowie nod before I’m scooped up in his arms once more. My head falls to his shoulder, and I sigh as a strange sort of contentment swaddles me into a blissful state of happiness. “Let’s get you back in bed, huh? And tomorrow, we’re all gonna sit down and have a long, overdue chat about everything over breakfast. Any objections?”
I’m sure I’d have some if I wasn’t floating in a funny little space I’ve never felt before, but I don’t. I’m happy enough to agree, nodding against his shoulder. I’ll worry about it all tomorrow, when the sun is in the sky and the overwhelming need to bolt will flood my mind.
But for now, I’ll agree to whatever Lowie wants if it means he keeps holding me like he is. I’m still floating as he cleans me up, Leylan places a pair of boxer shorts on me, and they both place me in bed beside a snoozing Geo once more. The two make to leave the moment I’m bundled up, but I find my voice before they’re gone, whispering softly. “Can you stay? Please?”
They don’t bother uttering a word, Leylan slipping in between Geo and me, while Lowie curls around my back, hugging me tightly from behind. Sleep comes bounding toward me relatively quickly the moment they’re settled beside me, only paused when Geo turns and slings his arm over Leylan to grab at my waist, squeezing us all together. It’s nice, really fucking nice, and I give myself over to the warmth and fuzzy emotions that fill my mind as I settle in for a few more hours sleep.
Before the darkness claims me, I feel Lowie press a kiss beneath my ear, and whisper, “You’re ours, Juniper. And you’re not going anywhere ever again, I’ll make sure of it.”
I fall asleep smiling, knowing Lowie has no idea how happy that threat and promise makes me. I guess it’ll all come out at breakfast tomorrow. Lord help me.