Chapter 17 #2
“Please, Jackson,” I whimpered. The evil alpha chuckled, leaning in to claim my lips, his fingers pushing deeper as he did. The kiss was lazy and sweet, just like the way he was fucking me with his fingers.
Apparently, his kink was torture.
His laughter echoed out in the SUV. “Oh, it is now.”
Apparently, I said that out loud. My head was so fogged with lust that I couldn’t keep my words to myself.
The car finally came to a stop. Cy was out of the car before they even had a chance to release me, yanking open the door.
Griff handed me over, Cy easily lifting me. I wrapped my legs around him and my alpha didn’t even let out a grunt of protest as he fused his mouth to mine.
We were moving, the others guiding us to the elevator in their parking garage. Being enclosed in the elevator did nothing to calm our raging hormones. Our scents were thick in the air, my heat laced sweetness just as strong. We were all panting by the time it opened on the top floor.
They burst through as it finally opened, hitting a button to block access before putting me on my feet.
“Clothes. Off.” It was a demand and though I sounded like a cavewoman, I stood by that.
The alphas were shockingly obedient, unbuttoning their shirts and pulling them off and pushing their pants down. I pouted when they stopped there, all their boxers still in place.
“No. All of it,” I growled. My omega was so close to the surface that I felt like I was spiraling out of control.
“We will, gorgeous. Let us get you out of this dress,” Griff husked, skimming his hands over me as he walked around behind me, sliding the zipper down and pulling it down my body so it pooled at my feet.
I didn’t have it in me to feel self-conscious, and their reaction would have chased it off if I was.
Cy groaned, biting his fist at the sight of me in my matching lace set. Jackson’s eyes were dark as they ran over every inch of me and Griff ran a hand down his cock as if to calm it before he came in his boxers.
“Fuck, so gorgeous,” Griff praised.
Then he was moving closer, unhooking my bra so it fell to the floor while Cy dropped to his knees, peeling my panties down and guiding my legs open. My cheeks burned as he buried his face between my legs, breathing in my scent.
“Fuck, I can’t wait. Keep her steady,” he groaned, hooking a leg over his shoulder so my pussy was right in his face. The first swipe of his tongue was gentle, a long stroke that was savoring my taste.
Then, it was as if something snapped, he lunged forward, burying his face and sucking hard on my clit, fingers holding me open as he licked and sucked at every inch of me, cleaning off every bit of slick before pushing into my core, chasing more of my sweet essence.
Griff was at my back, steadying me, while Jackson stood beside Cy, bending down so his tongue swirled around my hard nipple. His hands massaged my breasts, squeezing before sucking harder. I bucked against Cy’s face and he groaned happily giving me even more.
For all the teasing they did earlier, Cy was the opposite. He ate me out with enthusiasm, the speed and pressure throwing me into an orgasm before I knew it. My core clenched around nothing, a whine escaping until he slid his fingers into my core, giving me something as he continued.
Cy showed no signs of stopping, still devouring my pussy as one orgasm shifted to two. By three I was sobbing and begging.
My body was wound tight, my pussy aching and dripping. When he pulled away Griff spun me in his arms, guiding me off my feet and carrying me down the hall. I was dropped on a soft mattress, his scent so strong here I knew it was his.
“You had your taste,” Griff growled. “Now she gets my knot.”
“Yes,” I cried out, spreading out for him as my hands squeezed at my breasts, desperate for relief. I swear despite three incredible orgasms, my body was still so fucking needy and desperate.
It was all I could think about. Their scents and pheromones sending me into a near feral frenzy.
“Is this just a heat spike?” Jackson asked, worry in his tone.
“Yes,” I breathed out. “Just give me a knot. Please.”
The pathetic whimper had Griff moving. He tossed his boxers aside, eyes locking onto mine as he lined himself up.
“You want my knot, omega?”
“Yes, alpha,” I pleaded. He pushed forward. In true Griff style, he didn’t slide in slow and steady, he slammed his hips, claiming me all at once, stretching me so I had no choice but to take all of my alpha.
My body was so sensitive, but the slick made sure there was no pain. He rested there, giving time for the burning stretch to calm before I was scraping my nails down his back, legs locking around him and pushing him deeper.
“More, alpha. I need more.”
“Then you’ll have it,” he promised before he leaned over me, hips pistoning into me with enough force that the bed was slamming into the wall. Our breathing was erratic, whimpers and groans filling the air.
I couldn’t look away from his blazing, dark blue eyes holding me captive. They had a way of capturing my attention in the moment so the rest of the world faded and now was no different.
“Bite me, alpha?”
His eyes widened, the question on his face before he could speak the words.
“Yes. I’m sure… if you want to.”
He laughed, low and husky. “I don’t want to, omega. I need to.”
My heart nearly stopped until he finished speaking, then I was melting.
His fingers slid down between us, teasing my clit.
He followed my whimpers and reactions, easily bringing me to the edge again.
I was so fucking sensitive that it was almost blinding as my orgasm hit, waves of pleasure making my vision darken.
Then his teeth were clamping down on my shoulder, the bond forming with a wave of pure adoration and blinding pleasure. My vision came back right as he tensed, his own orgasm tearing through him with an animalistic growl.
I lunged forward, biting him back, teeth sinking into the muscle on his shoulder, branding him as mine forever.
His knot swelled, pushing me and soothing that aching part of me. We fit together perfectly and I collapsed back, fingers trailing over the mark I gave him, admiring my work.
If it was a little higher so it was visible in uniform, well that was on purpose.
He collapsed on me then, holding me tight to him.
“So fucking perfect, omega. And all mine,” he said into my skin, pressing kisses down my neck before sliding his tongue over the mark. It was so sensitive I bucked my hips but protests behind him had him groaning, yet releasing me the moment his knot let me go. “I guess I can share.”
I smiled up at him, knowing damn well it looked dopey and half-drugged. This bonding thing was intense.
“Mine,” Jackson grumbled, shoving Cy away before he was pulling me up and rolling over so he was on his back and I was straddling his hips. “I need to see you as you use me, sweets.”
For a brief moment I worried I was too heavy but he raised one eyebrow as if to say, ‘did I stutter’ and that was enough for me to shift, lifting my hips and impaling myself on his thick cock.
“Fuck,” we cursed out at the same time. Despite what Griff and I had done, my body was already desperate all over again.
I’d never really experienced heat spikes like this. With someone else. Always at home alone, slightly miserable and needy, using toys and taking naps.
I preferred this.
Griff’s presence was strong in my chest but I needed Jackson and Cy there, too.
“Can I bite you?” he asked. “My alpha is dying to claim you, sweets. I need you forever.”
I nodded, tears welling in my eyes but he swiped them away, smile softening. He always seemed to get me.
My hips started to move, all coherent thoughts fleeing as a jolt of pleasure shocked through me. I ground my hips over him, chasing more of that intoxicating feeling. The little jolts growing stronger until it felt like I was on fire.
His knot swelled, the pressure pushing against my sensitive walls so I was shaking and overwhelmed. I needed something and it only took a second to decipher what that was.
His bite.
“Now,” I begged Jackson. He didn’t hesitate to lean up, his teeth sinking into the opposite shoulder.
My orgasm hit the moment his bond formed, his pleasure and mine warring so violently in me that I screamed this time. The force of my release was so fucking strong my eyes rolled back, head falling forward and curtaining us from view, resting against Jackson whose tongue was laving over the bite.
“I need you to claim me, too, Dani. Please.” He was the one begging this time. I bit him in the same spot, something I’d planned for weeks even if it was more subconscious than anything. I needed the world to know they were mine, the fans to never doubt they were happily claimed.
As the bond swelled within me, we held each other close. His knot had locked us in place but we also just needed a second to soak this in. To exist in that moment with our bond wide open, the depth of our feelings mixing together until there was no place left for doubt.
We didn’t move until his knot released me. My body was so sore but in the best way. I looked to Cy who was waiting not so patiently. He looked ready to jump out of his skin and when he spoke, his voice was deep and rumbling.
“Present for your alpha, omega,” he demanded. I wanted to protest, to say I couldn’t bite him as easily, but he wasn’t leaving room for argument. “You can still bite me, I promise. Wherever you want.”
That was enough to soothe my silent protests. I spread my knees as I pressed my face to the mattress. I shivered as cool air teased over my wet pussy that was on display for him.
Cy’s hands roamed over my ass, squeezing and reverent as he praised me. “So beautiful, Dani. You were made for us. Every curve, every ounce of softness. Just for us.”
“Yours,” I promised without hesitation. I had been from the moment he practically fell into my lap.
The way they sought me out, searched for me.
How they looked at me. Treated me.
They were sweet, sexy, and possessive in all the right ways.
Then he was fucking me. Rutting me into the mattress as he held onto my plush hips, fingers bruising as he held me in place.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment from the moment I saw you,” he groaned, breathless as he fucked me furiously. It felt like he was claiming every inch of me from the inside out.
His knot swelled. A whimper escaped me, the pressure of it from this angle nearly making me black out. His knot was fucking huge and I was swollen and blissed out already.
“So good for me. You take me so well, omega,” he reassured me, as if my alpha sensed me drowning in the intensity. “Stay with me.”
“Always,” I promised as I gasped for air.
“Touch yourself. Come on my cock, peach.”
As if my body was his to command, the moment I touched myself I was unraveling, clenching around him.
His arm wrapped around my chest, lifting me so my back was pressed against his sweaty skin. Then his teeth were piercing my skin, right on the back of my neck so their bites were almost in line with each other.
Another orgasm tore through me as he bit me. The bond snapping into place was like a dial, amping it up to painful intensity.
It was so fucking good.
Needing to claim him, too, I bit down on his forearm. The one that would be visible when he was at bat.
My omega swelled, scent blooming as the pack bond was complete. They were all there now, full of love and contentment. They were mine as much as I was theirs.
There was no going back now. No running scared or hiding myself. They were now going to get every piece of me, just like I was going to get the same from them.
This pack had worked right past every barrier and hesitation with their enthusiasm and charm. I no longer clung to independence, ready to experience life as a claimed omega.
The moment it settled in my chest, my eyes rolled back, my mind and body well and truly spent.