Chapter 27 Vae #2
I whip my head back, startled, but it’s hard to think; there’s so much going on.
Malcolm pushes me into Deacon. He kneels behind me, pulling my jeans off completely, but Deacon does not hesitate.
His mouth finds mine, and I lean into him, curling into his kiss as he palms my breasts, twisting my nipples lightly, then pulling in a way that has me crying out and clenching.
Mal slides a hand down my spine and in between my legs. I tear my mouth away, gasping.
“You are soaked, Omega. Come on, let’s go do something about that ache and make this day one of forever the most special and memorable ever.”
Before Deacon lets me go, he slides his hand down and through the wetness between my legs. I shudder, hanging on to him until Mal picks me up and pulls me away. I glance back, watching Deacon lick his hand, his eyes glittering.
I can barely think. I’ve never felt anything like this. A whine comes out that has all three alphas focusing all their intense concentration on me.
Mal stands me over Raynor. I look down, my eyes wide. I want to close my legs, but Mal kneels over Raynor’s hard cock and tugs me down until I’m trying not to put my weight on Raynor’s stomach.
“Sit,” the alpha purrs.
“I…”
“Vae, sit on him. He will love it,” Mal growls in my ear. “He wants to be covered in slick so thick he can’t even smell his scent under it. And then Deacon and I can lick it off him.”
I shudder and sit.
Mal mutters something, lifts me a little, and then pulls me by the hips into him. My eyes widen as I feel both of the dicks I’m suddenly sitting on.
Raynor moans and thrusts into us, sending a wave of pleasure through me. My core tightens, and slick pours out of me. That I can feel it freaks me out, but Raynor sits up, mouths my breast, and murmurs something that sounds like, ‘I’m going to die and realise I’m already dead and in heaven.’
“Look at his eyes roll; he never looks like that with me,” Mal teases and slides his hands over my breasts. He holds them up, and Raynor takes the offering, sucking on my nipple.
I jerk, my whole body reacting to what he’s doing. I didn’t expect it. Without the lace, it’s so much more.
“Raynor is a tits alpha. He’s obsessed. He’ll happily worship those every day and night. I, on the other hand, love a pussy. The taste, the smell, the way you feel, the slick, I’ll lay between your legs all day until you can’t even walk,” Mal groans in my ear, moving in a way that has me panting.
“Oh, you’re dripping down onto the rug. Everyone is going to smell you here. They’re going to walk into the house and smell all of us and know this is our house, and this omega is taken,” Mal growls.
Mal murmurs something and pushes me forward until Raynor is lying down, and I’ve got one arm braced beside his head while he suckles, sending delicious coils of pure pleasure spiralling through me, straight to where I’m the most achy.
I’m not nervous, but I’m not confident either, and I think they know it.
Mal shifts, and I feel a hard, warm finger slide into me. My eyes widen, and I let out a whine. It’s so needy, so desperate.
“Yes,” Raynor says to me, peeling his mouth from my breast. “Those sounds, I want this fucking house to ring with those sounds.”
I blink down at him, but he pulls me flat to his chest and kisses me, just as Mal inserts a second finger with the first, pistoning them into me.
I moan into Raynor’s mouth, and he seems just as pleased to swallow the sound as he was to hear it.
“I love you,” Mal hisses. “Vae, are you listening?”
There’s a sharp slap to my ass, and then I feel something bigger than fingers pressing against me.
“You wreck me in all the right ways, understand me, embrace me, challenge me. I’m a fucking idiot.” He pants and then groans as my pussy gives way, and he slips inside.
The feeling is unlike anything I’ve felt, both good and bad, strangely invasive, but also like it’s filling an ache that’s been pining.
Mal puts his hands on my ass and pulls me up a bit, squeezing my cheeks as he rocks into me. With each forward surge, he slides deeper, stretching me open, but there’s still so much of him not in me.
“So tight, Deacon, I don’t know if I can do this-”
“Slow, you do not hurt her,” the absolute command of a bark comes from Deacon, who stands up and walks over to crouch in front of me.
Mal eases back and surges forward, sawing in and out of me.
“You have the power, Vae. If you want this to end, it ends. If you want us to swap, we swap. Harder? We’ll fuck you harder. If it hurts, you say so, and we stop. We are on our knees, throats bared for you.”
I stare into his eyes, hearing what he’s saying and feeling myself shake uncontrollably.
I brace myself and, before I can think it through, push back, impaling myself completely on Malcolm’s cock.
He gasps, cursing fluently, but Deacon just watches me with a tiny smile.
“I would expect nothing less.”
Raynor grips my hair, pulling me back to his lips, while Malcolm pulls out of me and then surges back in.
“No knots,” Deacon orders and stands up and walks away.
Malcolm seems to know what I need before I can give it a conscious thought. He slams into us but drags me back down, so with every thrust, my clit is ground over Raynor’s cock. My body is pure liquid light. It’s getting brighter and brighter until I can feel fireworks explode within me.
It starts in my core, racing outwards, seizing my limbs.
I clamp down on the cock inside me, my toes curl, my back arches.
I can’t see or do anything but ride through the waves as Malcolm speeds up his movements, slamming into me, over and over until, with a muffled murmur at my neck, he shakes and drives his cock into me, three last frantic thrusts.
I can feel the essence of him inside me. I didn’t realise I’d be able to feel it.
He lies there for a few seconds and then sits up, hissing as he drags his cock from me.
Deacon is there a moment later with a washcloth. He lifts me off Raynor, wraps me in a blanket, and carries me to the couch.
I blink up at him. “What happened to you?”
He shakes his head. “I found a reason to grow up.”
The crack in my heart, the part that was broken, heals seamlessly closed.