Chapter 105
ONE HUNDRED FIVE
LAUREL
Kaos was naked as he pressed his cool skin against mine, his beautiful sharp scent fresh. It was dark today, absinthe crackling with static and energy that almost burned with each breath. This close, breathing it in made my head spin, the scent a pain-pleasure in itself.
Slick was already coating my thighs, and his cock had no trouble gliding along my skin, pressing between us.
I panted and wriggled my hips, trying to get him to line up so he could sink inside me. He lifted himself up on his arms, his eyes hooded as he looked at my body laid out beneath him.
“Mine.” He pressed his hard cock between my thighs.
I hadn’t had a chance to spread them yet, and his eyes fluttered as he rubbed into the space where my legs pressed together.
“Mine,” he said again, moving so I could spread my legs. I could feel the drag of his hardness against me, pushing down and seeking my entrance.
The bed shifted beside me, and Ocean settled in, lying flush against me and capturing my lips in his.
His scent of salt and moonlit water, of sturdy seabeds and deep coves, anchored me, making Kaos’s scent sharper in comparison.
I groaned, and Kaos lined up and edged his way inside, tortuously slowly.
My toes curled at the pleasure of it, of being filled up and stretched around him while I fell into Ocean’s kiss, swept away by the sensations.
Another shift in the bed, and I broke the kiss as Kaos drew out and thrust back inside, drawing a moan from my mouth. I tugged his face toward me, needing him as well.
Ocean’s hand slid down my abdomen, finding its way to drawing circles around my clit as Kaos sat back, lifting my hips and drawing into me.
“Mine,” he said again, a note of worship in his voice as he thrust, his swollen knot pushing against my entrance.
I let out a whine and reached up to cling to his shoulders as he leaned over me. “Mine,” I echoed, holding his eyes. They were intense, fierce, but I detected a hint of uncertainty in them, the fear and doubt that still lingered sometimes in his healing mind.
“Jaehwan, my wild, brilliant alpha.” He groaned as I rocked my hips on his length. “Don’t hold back,” I told him, and his lips drew back in a snarl as he shifted positions.
I sensed the moment he lost himself; not a release of rage, like in a fight, but a rogue surrendering to his instincts all the same as he rutted into me. I was panting, sobbing as he did, my body on fire as he claimed me as his.
I could feel lips on my shoulder from beside me, the tickle of Ocean’s wavy hair on the nape of my neck and his hand squeezing my breast. I could feel his cock as well, hot and hungry as it pressed into my side. I trailed one of my hands down until I was caressing the silken hardness.
I kissed Kaos as his knot slid into place, the ecstasy pulsing through me and leaving me trembling and clinging to him as I rode out the waves. He held me close and pulled away to murmur my name in my ear, breaking his words with a cry when he found his release as well.
“Fuck, Laurel,” Ocean panted next to me. “I’m so close just from watching that. Every sound you make is perfect.”
Finch’s hand slid between me and Kaos, finding my clit. “What do you think? I could get you to make more of those sexy moans and see if Ocean can survive it.”
He circled my clit, and Kaos twitched, his knot tugging from where it was swollen inside me. I didn’t realize I could come again so soon, but his fingers felt so good, and I cried out as he touched me.
“Think you can come again?” Finch murmured. “Stuck on your alpha’s knot like that, squeezing him with your tight little cunt—”
“Oh, fuck,” Ocean choked out, and I came once more as I felt his dick pulse in my hand, the hot cum sliding over my fingers.
Kaos’s knot started to deflate, but when I tried to pull off, he growled and rolled us so I was on top of him. He began to thrust again, pushing in so my thighs were sticky with his cum and my slick, a potent mix that had my head spinning.
“Kaos,” I gasped, but he held me tight, his teeth sinking into my shoulder with a twinge of pain that soon bled into pleasure.
He didn’t let up, thrusting into me from below until the tingling pleasure of my orgasm was thrumming through me again, setting me alight from my head to my toes.
I grabbed on to Kaos with shaky arms as he stared up at me. His absinthe and static was all around me, filling me. Finch moved next to him on the bed, and I smiled as I breathed in his sweet, honeyed persimmon with that refreshing lime edge, like a breath of winter air waking up my system.
A touch trailed along my shoulders, and I turned my head to find Ocean settling behind me, his eyes warm.
“Looks like Kaos isn’t ready to give you up,” he said, hands circling to stroke my waist.
He was hard, his cock rubbing against my back, and I turned so that I could kiss him.
His tongue danced over my lips, and he let out a hungry groan as I opened my mouth.
His hand rose up to cup my breast, playing with it and sending a wave of heat through me.
My body was starting to ache anew. I needed more, needed him.
I broke the kiss and looked into Ocean’s dazed blue eyes. “Maybe he can share?” I said, leaning forward on one hand and using the other to spread myself more open so he’d get my meaning.
Kaos grinned up at me, canting his hips and causing more slick and cum to rush out from where we were joined.
“Oh, fuck,” I heard Ocean murmur behind me.
“Good girl,” Finch said, his dark eyes holding mine. “Taking care of your pack so well, omega.”
Tingles raced down my spine as his approval and pride washed over me.
Ocean’s hand rested on my back, guiding me down so I was lying on top of Kaos, then I felt the head of his cock slide through the mess between my legs, slicking himself up as he prepared to share me.
Kaos tilted my head and caught my lips in a kiss that consumed me.
I was floating between them both, and I could do nothing but feel.
Feel his lips on mine. Feel his hand digging into my hip.
Feel the way Ocean was pushing in beside Kaos, the stretch twinging, sparks of pain that fizzed out into pleasure.
Ocean gasped as he slotted into place, as we all adjusted to the sensation of two cocks taking up every inch of space inside me.
“Holy fuck, Laurel,” he panted. “That feels so good. So tight and fuck—” He cut off, his fingers tightening on my ass as Kaos shifted, thrusting out a bit and causing everything to shift.
“Hang on, I got it—” Ocean said and took over, panting hard as he started to actually fuck me.
I clung on to Kaos for dear life, unable to hold back my moans at the swelling wave of ecstasy that was washing over me.
“Oh, fuck, I’m coming.” Ocean groaned, his fingers digging in again, and Kaos’s sharp teeth broke skin on my shoulder, sending me over the edge and into the biggest orgasm so far.
“No, roll it up,” I instructed through a yawn.
“Like this?” Finch said, and I nodded as he rolled up the soiled top sheet. Ocean scooped me up and pressed a kiss to my forehead.
“Now tuck it into the side,” I said, pointing to where I wanted it.
Ocean was taking me for a shower, and now there’d be a fresh sheet underneath us for when I came back and rested. I was very sticky and sleepy and grumpy that they were going to be washing all their scents off me, but at least I’d have all of it when I got back into the nest.
Ocean warmed up the shower, then placed me gently on the bench and started to lather me with soap. I gave a happy hum and rested my head on his shoulder, eyes drooping shut as he washed me and conditioned my hair.
Then I was wrapped in a fluffy towel and brought back to the nest, where Kaos was waiting with a hair dryer.
I’d left them strict instructions for my hair, and it was nice to just relax and doze as the hum of the hair dryer and warmth of the air as it ran over my skin.
I must be the happiest omega in the world right now, because I couldn’t imagine it getting much better than this.
I nodded as I listened to Ocean's heated debate with Kaos over which one of them would win in a feral alpha match.
Kaos, of course, but I wouldn't be saying that out loud even with a gun pointed at my head.
My heat had been a beautiful, exhausting whirl, and I was happy, pleasantly sore and 100% hungry.
I'd wanted Shin Ramyun, and Finch had offered to make me some, but I'd declined. I'd developed my own way of making it and I wasn't sure he'd approv—
“What are you doing to that Ramyun?” Finch's voice made me jump, and I froze, halfway through tapping half a packet of seasoning into a dry bowl. Ocean hopped up onto the counter with a chuckle.
“Ooh the secret is out,” he said, opening a bag of chips.
“Nothing,” I said to Finch, straightening and hiding the packet behind my back.
“Is that cheese? And butter?”
He looked at my bowl, half confused, half horrified. I could feel my cheeks heating.
The pot of Ramyun on the stove started boiling and I turned, cracking an egg into it and covering it with a lid.
“But doesn't the cheese congeal in the broth?” he said, still looking at my bowl.
I muttered my answer under my breath, so he didn't catch it.
“What did you say?”
“I, uh, dump the broth out,” I admitted.
I wasn't avoiding eye contact. I just had to keep a close eye on my cooking. I peeked under the pot lid, then carried it over to the sink, still not looking at Finch. Coincidentally.
I dumped the noodles into the sieve, and the broth ran down the drain.
“Aigoo…” Finch said, running his fingers through his hair and making him look dishevelled.
“I have to! It's too spicy otherwise!” I protested, moving my bowl over to the sink.
“See?” I said, pouring the noodles on top of the cheese and butter. “I still put some of the seasoning into the bowl!”
It was so good. Spicy, cheesy, buttery, chewy noodles with rich egg yolk stirred in….it was my new favorite snack.
Finch was still looking at me in abject horror.
I tried to pass Kaos, but he snatched my fork and took a bite.
“Hey! Get your own!” I said, smacking his hand away and pushing past him to the table.
“It's pretty good,” Kaos said, sitting beside me. “But we'll never get your spice tolerance up like that.”
“Just let me enjoy things!” I told him, hugging my noodles protectively.
“I will do a lot of things for you,” Finch said, following us into the dining room. “I will rub your feet, and bake you treats and bring you sandwiches. But this is where I draw the line. I will never take part in preparing Ramyun like that. If I make it for you, I’m doing it properly.”
I shrugged, hiding a smile.
Challenge accepted.
I had the rest of our lives to wear him down, after all.