Chapter Thirty-One
Connor
My face is drenched, my cock is fucking aching, and I’ve had just about enough of watching and waiting.
Emery’s just come on my mouth, crying out and shaking, slick dripping down my chin—and yeah, I’m proud of that. She tastes like surrender and heat and everything I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t have it in me to pretend I’m not feral for more.
I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, stand, and grab her hips.
"Alright," I growl. "My turn."
She lets me guide her, trusting and boneless, until I spin her around and press her forward over the back of the couch. Her bare stomach meets the cushions, and I grip her ass in both hands, spreading her wide again.
She arches for me, presenting—fucking offering herself—and I groan at the sight.
She’s soaked; swollen and gleaming, still clenching from the orgasm I just gave her.
"Fuck, baby," I mutter, dropping to my knees again for a second just to lick a stripe up her slit, tasting her all over again.
She jolts with a whimper, legs shaking, and behind me, Beau lets out a low, unmistakable growl.
When I glance up, he’s got his cock in his hand, thick and heavy now, fist working it slow as his eyes stay locked on where I’ve got Emery bent open over the couch. He looks wrecked in that quiet, dangerous way of his—his restraint hanging by a thread.
“You getting in line,” I ask him, breathless and grinning, “or you just gonna watch me make a mess of her?”
Beau huffs a short laugh and steps out of his jeans, kicking them away like they’re nothing.
“She’s not going to walk tomorrow,” he says flatly.
“Good,” I reply.
I rip my shirt over my head and shove my pants down in one rough motion. My cock springs free, slapping against my stomach, slick with precome and aching so hard it almost hurts.
Then I look at Theo.
His eyes are glued to Emery’s ass, then move to where her back is arched, her hands gripping the couch cushions, then down again to the slick shining between her thighs.
“What do you think, lover boy?” I ask, voice low and taunting. “Pretty little thing, isn’t she?”
Theo’s eyes snap to mine, and I see it: the pulse in his neck, the flex of his fingers at his sides.
His breathing’s gone shallow.
He’s cracking.
“She wants you,” I add, stroking my cock openly, slow and deliberate. “You think we don’t see it? You think she doesn’t?”
As if summoned from her post-orgasm daze, Emery lifts her head. She looks over her shoulder at him, and Christ, she really is a sight to behold: with her hair a mess, lips swollen and shiny, cheeks flushed from Beau’s cock and my mouth.
Her eyes are hazy but bright, blown wide with want, and she smiles.
It’s small. Slow.
And fucking lethal.
Theo makes a broken sound that’s half curse, half groan, and then he’s moving, hands shaking just a little as he frees his cock. Beau watches him with narrowed eyes, something unreadable there, but I don’t dwell on it.
I’m hungry.
I lean down and press a kiss to the small of Emery’s back, right over her spine, feeling her shiver under my mouth.
“Stay like that,” I murmur. “Spread for me.”
She does it without hesitation—ass lifting, thighs opening wider—and fuck, the sight of her like that combined with the overwhelming scent of her slick in the room nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
I don't push in just yet. Instead, I angle my hips so Theo can see exactly where I am, and exactly how open she is.
“You see this?” I rasp, voice low and filthy. “Look at her.”
Theo’s gaze drops to where the tip of my cock nudges against her entrance, to the way her ass is spread wide, her slit glistening with spit and slick. I make a point of grabbing her cheeks in my hands and lifting them, well and truly showing her pretty cunt off.
“She’s perfect like this,” I go on, rocking my hips so that I can slowly drag my cock over the length of her slit, coating myself in the combination of her slick and my spit. “Open. Wet. And so fucking ready.”
I can’t help myself: I slap her ass. Hard.
“Made to be taken.”
Emery moans and pushes back against me, needy and unashamed.
“You hear that, Omega?” I murmur, pressing my tip to her opening, teasing. “He’s watching. He’s seeing what we already know.”
She gasps, voice wrecked. “Connor, please—”
Beau reaches forward, fisting a hand in her hair again, and tilts her head up, just enough so she has no choice but to look straight at him.
“Say it,” Beau commands, his voice like gravel now. “Say you want him.”
She gasps, breath catching, and then—soft, but sure—
“I want him.”
Theo makes a noise like someone punched the air out of his lungs. His hand fists tighter around his cock, and the look in his eyes is pure fucking desperation.
I grin, hips flexing forward just slightly, teasing her.
“Told you,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him. “You’re not gonna survive her.”
Then, I thrust.
I bury myself inside her with a groan so rough it scorches my throat. She cries out, loud and helpless, her nails scrabbling for the cushions as her cunt clamps around me.
“Fuck yes,” I hiss, forehead dropping to her bare shoulder. “Still so fucking tight. What a perfect little pussy.”
She jerks back against me, her hips rolling instinctively as I start to move, and Beau growls his approval behind me.
“Look at her,” I say, loud enough for Theo to hear every word as I set a punishing rhythm. “Taking me so well. Slick as fuck. She loves being filled—don’t you, baby?”
“Y-Yes,” she whimpers.
“Louder.”
“Yes, Connor—fuck, yes—”
“That’s what I thought.”
I shift my grip to her waist, pulling her cheeks apart as I thrust harder. It’s messy, wet, and loud—her slick coating my cock, dripping down my thighs—and Theo looks like he’s about to lose his fucking mind just from watching.
“She gets louder the deeper I go,” I go on, voice dripping with pride. “She comes harder if you hold her down. You see that? The way she’s gripping me?”
Beau’s hand hasn’t moved. He’s still got her hair in his fist, and now he uses it to tilt her face toward Theo.
“Let him see everything,” he growls. “Let him see what he’s missing.”
Theo groans again, his eyes flicking between my cock disappearing inside her and the blissed-out expression on her face.
“She’s begging for it,” I growl, breath ragged, sweat sliding down my spine. “Even when she’s silent, her whole body’s begging. Ain’t that right, baby?”
Emery moans under me, nodding. It’s the kind of sound that scrapes through my chest and makes me want to do it all over again.
Her thighs are shaking now, her arms barely holding her up, and I don’t even try to hold back the smug, primal pride flooding me.
She’s ruined, and it’s because of me. My mouth. My cock.
My Omega.
“Come for me again,” I murmur, bending over her, my mouth at her ear, lips brushing the sweat-slick skin there. “Show Theo how you fall apart when we fuck you. Show him what it looks like when you come for your pack.”
And she fucking does—pure and utter instinct, as if her body was just waiting for permission from one of her alpha’s.
Her slick pulses around me, that tight little hole clenching so hard and sudden that my vision whiteouts, and I curse violently, staggering forward into her with one last grind of my hips, barely holding myself together.
“Oh, fuck—goddamn—”
I pull out fast, hand already working my cock. I don’t even get a full stroke in before I’m coming, striping her ass and lower back with thick ropes of release.
With shaking thighs, all I can do is brace myself above her and stare at the mess I made, panting like I’ve run a full fucking sprint.
Beau releases her hair, his other hand dragging slowly down the curve of her spine.
“Lie her down,” he says, commanding as always. “She’s ready.”
I nod, still dazed as I help to guide her down with careful hands.
Emery moves happily, collapsing gently back onto the couch, her legs twitching from the aftershocks of her own release.
Her whole body glows with slick and sweat as she blinks up at me like I’m the only thing she sees, and when I brush my fingertips down her cheek, her fingers curl to catch mine.
That’s right: she’s still greedy.
For us.
Beau steps up beside Theo, finally pulling back from Emery.
“You’ve been watching long enough.”
Theo’s throat bobs hard.
He doesn’t look at us. Only at her.
“She…” His voice is wrecked. “She’s perfect.”
I grin, stepping aside, giving him a clear view of what’s waiting for him.
“We know,” I say, stroking a hand down Emery’s thigh as she moans softly, her legs parting again like it’s instinct. “Now come prove it.”