Chapter 29
Cash
I wake up on the second morning of Harper’s heat with her pressed against me. Her body is soft and warm, and still trembling faintly from everything we put her through last night.
Even before I open my eyes fully, I can tell her scent has changed again. It’s thicker now, sweeter and sharper, all heat and desperation and need. And fuck if my cock doesn’t respond instantly, aching and already leaking just from the smell of her.
I bury my nose in her hair, skimming down to her neck to inhale deeper, and my body hums with it, wanting more. Wanting her.
Harper shifts against me, restless and waking up, probably because the need is riding her again, even after everything we did last night. She turns so she can face me, her eyes heavy-lidded and glassy with need already.
If it was just that, I would pull her to me immediately and give her what she’s craving, but there’s something else in those eyes too. There’s a hesitation and uncertainty. The quiet shame that always seems to creep in right after her orgasms crash and fade.
“I must be a mess right now,” she murmurs, almost too low for me to hear. “I can’t believe you still want me like this. I’m all…” She shrugs a shoulder. “Sweaty and messy and I definitely drooled on the pillow.”
That hits me square in the chest. It feels like it should be impossible for her to have so much self-loathing that she can’t see what we see.
Clearly she’s been told so many times that she’s too big, too much, too broken, and she’s internalized it in a way that she thinks everyone must agree with that, even if that couldn’t be further from the truth.
Suddenly, I’m filled with determination, as well as arousal. I can’t let that stand. Not even for a second.
I don’t say a word, just shift back in the bed. Harper’s eyes go a little devastated, like she thinks I’m leaving, but instead, I scoop her up into my arms and carry her across the room to the large standing mirror that takes up a good portion of the wall.
I ignore her startled gasp and turn her to face the mirror, moving to stand behind her.
I let my hands roam over her body, feeling her soft skin, her softer curves, every part of her body that’s so sexy to me.
I touch her with reverence, like she’s something sacred, something precious and rare, and I try to show on my face how lucky I feel to even be allowed to touch her like this.
Harper squirms, trying to look away from her reflection, but I don’t let her hide. I grab her chin with one hand and turn her head back to the mirror, making her look at herself.
“I want you to see what I see,” I tell her, my voice low and firm. “You need to look. You need to understand.”
“Understand what?” she mumbles, cheeks flushed red.
I stroke my hands down her shoulders and arms and then over the curves of her hips. I touch her stomach and her thighs, looking up to smile at her in the mirror.
“I should start a list of all the things that are so sexy about you.” All the things I love about her, really.
“Your plush thighs and the way they shake when you’re close.
The soft curve of your belly. You’ve noticed, haven’t you?
The way I kiss it when I’m down there, like it’s my favorite place to rest?
” I touch her stretch marks, tracing the lines like they’re maps to a place I never want to leave.
Then I slide my hands back up, cupping her breasts, still flushed and sensitive from the night before. She shivers against me when my fingers brush over her nipples, already peaked and waiting to be plucked or sucked into a waiting mouth.
Her neck is marked with bruises from Lincoln’s mouth, and her shoulder is scarred from those Alphas who didn’t know what they had when they threw her away. They nearly ruined her, but here she is, whole and beautiful and ours.
I love every fucking inch of her, and I need her to see it.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur into her ear. “You’re amazing. Every part of you. Every soft, beautiful curve is something I want to touch. A place I want to put my mouth. You have no idea how much you turn me on. How tempting you are. I could stay like this forever, just touching you.”
Harper shivers as my breath ghosts over her skin, and she’s so fucking tempting. She smells so fucking good, and I can’t help but sink to my knees behind her, dragging my hands over her skin as I go.
I push at her thighs, prompting her to spread her legs, and she’s already wet for me.
“Perfect,” I groan. “How could you think you’re anything but perfect when you look like this? When you’re so wet for me?”
“Cash,” she breathes, and the sound of my name in her mouth is enough to have me moving in, desperate for a taste of her.
I lick her open again, slow and hungry and deliberate. She tastes amazing, sweet and strong, and it’s like I can taste her need on my tongue, flooding my mouth with it.
I groan as her body opens for me, blossoming right there with very little prodding, like it’s starving for this. Like this is what she’s needed all along.
“Oh fuck.” The cursing even sounds sweet as it falls from her lips, and she tilts forward, trying to give me more room to work her up. Her hands reach out and grab the frame of the mirror to hold herself up, and shivers wrack her body.
I drag my tongue along her slit, lapping at her clit to work her up even more, before letting it tease around her entrance. She shudders hard at that, bucking against my face like she wants to ride my tongue.
I wouldn’t be opposed to that idea, certainly.
There’s a mission in mind now, though, and I mean to accomplish it. I keep lapping at her pussy, trying to let her feel how delicious I find her, how I can’t get enough.
Her moans and whimpers rise in pitch, but somehow, I want more right now.
So I pull back, looking at the curve of her back and the fullness of her ass that I was buried in last night.
“Hum something for me,” I tell her, moved by the whim.
She half turns her head, looking confused. “What?”
“Just something simple. Your voice is fucking beautiful, and you hide it too much. I want to hear it while I’m making you fall apart. I want you to feel how incredible you are in every way.”
“Cash…”
“Please? You should hear yourself moan and gasp and hum for me and realize it’s all fucking gorgeous.”
Her cheeks burn, and she hesitates for a while before licking her lips and starting to hum quietly.
It’s a simple tune, something I don’t recognize, but it has the intended effect.
It starts off quiet and shaky, but then gets steadier as she gains confidence, and something about that just wrecks me in the best way.
The sound vibrates through her whole body, and I can feel it when I go back to eating her out.
It’s like I can feel the melody, passing through her into me, and it feels amazing.
I could fall apart just from that if I let myself, savoring the sound and taste of her and letting my mind carry my body away.
That’s not the goal right now though, so instead, I stand up and put one hand on her waist. The other wraps around my cock, and I line myself up, pushing into her slowly.
Her wet pussy welcomes me in like it’s been waiting for me, and I have to breathe through the sudden rush of pleasure that sparks in me.
Everything about Harper is so fucking enticing.
She moans as I bottom out in her, clenching so sweetly around me as I settle in. Something about it makes the base of my cock swell, and it takes everything I have not to just pop and knot right then and there.
I manage it, drawing my cock out slowly before pushing back in, letting her feel every single inch of it as it fills her up.
“Cash,” she groans, her breath fogging the mirror. “Fuck, you feel good.”
I laugh breathlessly, holding on to her as I fuck in as deep as I can, wanting there to be no space between us now. “You’re one to talk. You have no idea how fucking good this is, songbird. You have no idea what you do to me when you’re like this.”
“Like… like what?” she asks, her voice gone high and breathless from pleasure. I love to hear it in her voice, the way I make her feel. I can see it on her face too, in her reflection in the mirror, my eyes locked on her as her mouth falls open and her face twists with the sensations.
“Like this. Wet and desperate and open for me. Taking me so good. Like it’s what you were made to do. Like you don’t want anything else but my cock right now.”
Harper just moans in response, and I fuck into her harder, faster, needing to chase the pleasure all of this is building in me.
I can’t look away from her. The way her lashes flutter, the way her tits bounce as I move her with the force of my thrusts.
“Fuck. You’re so good. You feel amazing. We are so fucking lucky to have you. So fucking lucky that you’re ours now.”
There’s the sound of movement from the bed, and I tear my gaze away from the mirror to see Everett stirring, probably woken up by the sounds Harper is making as I fuck her and the scent of slick in the air.
Lincoln yawns and blinks awake next, and the two of them exchange a look before looking over to where Harper and I are otherwise occupied.
Harper keeps humming as I fuck her, and she hasn’t noticed yet that we have an audience. She’s too far gone to feel their eyes on us, but I see them watching as Harper is bent over in front of the mirror, flushed and needy, making broken little sounds through the pleasure.
Something shifts in the room then. Everett and Lincoln don’t speak at first, but their presence as a part of this changes everything. Everett’s eyes go dark, hunger rising fast and hot, and Lincoln groans under his breath, his cock going hard.
He palms himself as he watches us, his eyes never moving from the sight.
“What a way to wake up,” he murmurs, his interest clear in every word. “You’re so beautiful like this, Wildflower. Bent over and taking it.”
“I’m reminding her of how gorgeous she is,” I tell them. “Making sure she can’t forget it because she has to see it for herself.”
“Is that working, starlight?” Everett asks.
Harper moans, high pitched and needy, and we all laugh at that. She’s so far gone now, getting closer and closer to falling apart while I pound into her.
Everett smirks. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
“I don’t know how she couldn’t realize what a treat she is to watch,” Lincoln says. “And how considerate of her to make sure that we woke up to watch this show.”
“I—I didn’t mean to,” she whines, turning to look at them. “I just… it’s just—”
“Shh,” Lincoln says. “Don’t worry about it. I wasn’t lying when I said I was glad you woke us up. I wouldn’t have wanted to miss this.”
“Are you just going to watch?” I ask them. “I’m happy to fuck her on my own if you two need more beauty rest.”
It doesn’t take more than that to get them off the bed and coming over to where we are.
They touch her immediately, hands sliding over her skin, playing with her hair, groping her tits.
Everett’s fingers find their way between her legs, and when Harper gasps sharply and clenches hard around me, I know he’s playing with her clit.
Lincoln’s mouth goes to her neck, kissing and biting, soothing the sting with his tongue.
“See what you do to us?” I ask her. “We can’t keep our hands off you. Even if you weren’t in heat right now, we’d want to be like this. Touching you, kissing you, buried inside of you.”
“He’s right,” Everett agrees. “You’re the most beautiful mess right now, and it’s fucking intoxicating. Look at yourself. Look at how wrecked you are right now.”
He makes her gaze back at her reflection, and her breathing hitches as he meets her own eyes.
They’re blown wide with lust and want and heat, and her body shudders with it.
I can feel her pussy getting wetter and wetter, the grip growing tighter, and I grit my teeth as the feeling takes me closer to my own pleasure.
“Fuck. Not gonna last like this.”
Harper’s humming turns into desperate moans, and my rhythm gets rougher and deeper, slamming into her over and over again, making her cry out my name.
“Please,” she moans, her eyes practically rolling back in her head. “I’m so close. I need it.”
“I know, songbird,” I say, soothing her. “I’m gonna give you everything you need. Don’t worry about that.”
She nods eagerly, like she trusts me to provide, and fuck if that doesn’t make it all the hotter. Harper is trembling all over, caught between the three of us as we watch her in the mirror. She glances between us in the reflection, her cheeks flushed, but not looking away.
Everett growls low, squeezing her heavy breasts. “Come on,” he says. “Come for us. Let us see it.”
That’s all it takes for her. She screams as she comes, soaking my cock and clenching so hard around me that I snarl and force my knot into her with one hard thrust. I hold on tight to her as I flood her with warmth, words of praise and filth falling from my lips without me thinking about it.
“You’re so fucking full, aren’t you? Full of my cock, my knot, my cum. And you love it. You’re perfect. This is exactly how you were meant to take it. Fucking beautiful.”
Lincoln kisses her jaw, stroking her hair softly. “You did so good,” he praises her. “You’re always so good for us.”
“You are,” Everett echoes, dragging his hand down her back. He keeps the other on her chest, groping her roughly.
I wrap my arms around her, keeping her grounded while my knot holds us together, letting her shiver her way through the aftershocks and remember how to breathe as she comes down.
It takes a few long minutes before she shudders once and gasps out, “Holy shit.”
I chuckle, pulling her flush against me, her back to my chest. I tilt her head to kiss her, not because of the heat, but because I just really want to.