Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
KOEN
“They’ll come at some point,” Rhodes says from behind, surprising me. Craning my head back, I see him looking down at me with a pleased look on his face.
The bond also tells me he’s just happy to see me.
Skylar and Rhodes sit down, and Mom thinks about what Rhodes said.
“How does that work?” she asks.
“There’s adoption and surrogacy,” Skylar says easily.
“Or fostering to adopt,” I say without thinking.
Skylar’s eyes burn into me, but he inclines his head in my direction as he silently agrees with me. The conversation finds a natural progression as we order food and drinks, and Rhodes and Skylar seem to be in some type of contest of sorts that makes my ears burn in embarrassment.
“Tell me, Mrs. Jeffries,” Rhodes says with a grin. “Do you have baby photos on hand of Koen? I’ve only seen ones where he’s older.”
My mother gladly shows him, and Skylar and Rhodes ooh and ah at how cute I was. My sister can’t stop watching them, and I know it’s because of how amazed she is.
My alphas are genuinely interested in my life. They have a lot of questions about me, finding ways to ask the things I’m not a great narrator about. I see myself differently from others.
“What was Koen like as a kid?” Skylar asks.
“Quiet and really intense,” Silvia says. “He knew what he wanted, and worked his tail off for it.”
“He still does,” Dad says. “He definitely got in fewer fights back then.”
I shake my head in amusement because he’s right.
“It’s just on the ice,” I groan. “They also usually deserve it.”
“Mmhmm,” Rhodes snorts. “I almost had a stroke watching him from my crease during that game we played as Angels.”
“Isn’t that about the time you were traded?” Dad asks, his eyes narrowing.
Umm. Yeah. We’re in danger, folks.
“Koen is scary,” Skylar mutters. “There’s no self preservation, just balls to the wall commitment.”
“I noticed you were his self preservation instead,” Dad says simply. Now I’m warm for an entirely different reason.
I wait exactly three minutes to get some space from that comment before excusing myself to use the restroom.
Fuck. What am I doing?!
Walking into the empty room, I glare at myself in the mirror.
“You have two incredible alphas,” I mutter under my breath. “Yet, here you are fucking holding a grudge still. Get it together, Jeffries.”
“Why are you talking to yourself when you could tell me that?” Skylar asks, amused as he leans against the door and locks it. “Stop fighting with yourself. Talk to me. Fuck, yell at me, I don’t care. The words have to escape somehow, and I want to hear them.”
“I no longer want to reject you,” I say, turning to face him. “People fuck up, and I don’t want to be that person who holds a damn grudge because I think that’s what I’m supposed to—”
Skylar moves so fast he pins my hips against the sink as he slams his lips against mine. I can feel the scent matching snapping between us again, and I groan as the force of it hits me.
“I need to be inside of you, and then I’m biting you,” he growls, pulling my shirt out of my pants.
“Yes please,” I gasp, hurrying to help him. Skylar pushes his open pants down his hips, shaking his head as I do the same and begin to turn for him to fuck me.
“Not like that,” he mutters, bending down to pull off one of my shoes and yanking my pants down until he can free one of my legs. “Hop up.”
Lifting me, he holds my weight as I wrap my legs around his waist. While his ass and dick are out, I’m mostly covered by his body.
“Be a good boy and I’ll swallow down your cum when it’s time for you to blow,” he says, pushing against my puckered hole with his cock.
Whining as I slick all down his shaft, my eyes roll back in both pain and pleasure as he pulls me down it.
My hands pull on his hair as I gasp, and Skylar kisses me as he drives me wild.
I need very little prep because I’m so turned on, and every nerve ending in my asshole is on fire in the best of ways as he fills me up.
“Yes, I promise. Fuck, you feel so good,” I moan.
“Shh,” he whispers, bouncing me on his cock as my head drops back. “Open the front of your shirt and loosen your tie.”
Knowing it's so he can bite me, I work as quickly as I can, though my fingers are trembling with adrenaline. I’ve never fucked in a public space like this, and I definitely don’t count a locker room blowjob as fucking.
Shirt open down my chest and my necktie thrown askew, I whimper as Skylar moves so he can press me against the wall.
His cock pumps into me at a fierce pace, because we both know we don’t have much time alone.
I hold tightly to his body as he fucks me, my breaths exploding out of me with every thrust.
It feels like too much and not enough, and I fucking love every second of it.
Our lips mash together in a sloppy, filthy kiss, and he sucks on my tongue hard, stifling my mewl as I shudder. He’s hitting my favorite spot perfectly, and I’m getting so fucking close.
“Sky,” I moan, clamping hard around his cock.
“Fuck, fuck, do you feel good,” he groans. “Your pussy wants to milk my cock and I’m going to let you take every drop.”
“It’s going to be so messy,” I whimper. “Fuck, do it. I want to smell like you through dinner.”
“Goddamn, are you perfect. Take it,” he growls. A rush of warmth fills my ass, and I decide to take his advice literally.
Grabbing his hair to bare his neck to me, I rip apart a few of his buttons and bite down hard.
I can feel my body constrict as Skylar holds me so tightly, I know there will be delicious bruises later.
It’s so hard not to come when it’s all I want to do, so I distract myself by biting him to seal our bond.
I don’t want to wait another second to move forward with our lives. I can feel the bond between Skylar and I creating itself, and it’s as if there’s a rope of connection there. All of the emotions Skylar keeps locked away from me explode through the bond, and I sob as I cling to him.
“It’s okay,” he whispers, holding me.
“I didn’t know,” I cry.
“You weren’t supposed to. Showing you would have been emotional blackmail,” he whispers. “At the very least, it would have fucked with your head. You needed to decide what you wanted without that.”
Licking the blood and salt from my lips, my cock reminds us of its existence by bobbing between us.
“As for my cum in your hole, I always come prepared,” he says, pulling out a buttplug.
“I swear, you’re the Plug Daddy,” I breathe in awe, making Skylar snort in amusement.
“I think you’re cum drunk,” he says, pulling out of me so he can push the plug into place. Dropping my feet to the ground, Skylar lowers himself until he’s eye level with my dick. “Such a pretty cock, and it’s all mine.”
He doesn’t ease me in, and there’s absolutely no teasing tonight.
I have to bite my fist to stifle my noises as he swallows me down whole, his cheeks hollowing out for the perfect suction.
It feels as if he’s about to pull my soul out of my dick, and I think if anyone can do it, Skylar is the alpha for the job.
I take back every silly thing I’ve ever said about not being able to fuck a soul.
“Alpha, please,” I beg, unsure what I’m trying to ask for as my hips fuck his face without completely meaning to.
All I can do is ride his tongue and mouth until black spots ruin the vision of my alpha worshiping me on his knees.
Shoving my fist into my mouth to gag myself, I shoot ropes of cum down Skylar’s throat.
The sound of him swallowing me down is feral and sexy.
It’s hard to keep my feet underneath me, so I lock my knees in an attempt to do it.
Skylar raises his head and drops his tongue to show the cum still clinging to it. He’s very proud of himself as I sag against the wall, and I’m unprepared for when he bites down on my thigh, solidifying the other half of his bond.
My soul feels so full and happy as this happens, I finally feel at peace. There’s no anxiety, worries about what to do next, and relaxation radiates through me.
Skylar feels like love, aggression, and happiness, which oddly makes perfect sense.
“You look happy,” he teases me, fixing my pants as he stands.
“Thanks, I just got railed until my attitude magically realigned,” I sigh happily.
Skylar barks out a laugh, and I grin as I attempt to fix my shirt.
“Pssh, I’ll do it,” he murmurs, moving my hands so he can button my shirt. “I’m going to need to see how many buttons you pulled apart, Little Viking.”
“Sorry,” I say, not in the least apologetic.
Skylar’s beautiful lips call to me, and I have to lean in to kiss him. He lets me pull him in while his fingers magically continue to work, and then he has to lean away to fix my tie. My eyes move to his shirt, and I wince as I see several are missing.
“It may be harder to pull you back together,” I admit.
“I don’t really care,” he says, moving to the mirror. Pulling off the tie, he shoves it in his pocket before leaving the shirt open as it is. “Your mark is making a statement, baby.”
Walking to the sink to wash my hands, I chuckle as I see how dark my bite is against his skin. At least it’s not bleeding anymore.
“I’m so hungry,” I groan, pumping soap into my hands to wash them.
“I think we’ve been gone long enough that the food will be there,” he says, quickly washing his hands. “Oh well, if your mother wasn’t hearing wedding bells before, she definitely will be now.”
“God, please don’t encourage her. She’ll be planning a shotgun wedding with Rhodes before you know it otherwise.”
“Other than the shotgun part, I see nothing wrong with it. No matter how much cum I fill your pussy up with, I can’t get you pregnant,” he says.
The “unfortunately” part is unspoken, but it still echoes between us as my face turns cherry red. Since there’s nothing else to do, Skylar unlocks the door and pulls it open to find Rhodes appearing smug on the other side of it.
“About fucking time, love bugs,” he says, pulling us into a hug. “Hmm. You both smell amazing.”
“Ugh, this is going to suck,” I laugh, uncaring as we make our way back to the table.
Silvia hides a smile as we sit down, and my dad glances at the bite on Skylar’s neck and shrugs.
“Is there a ring yet?” Mom asks, taking a bite of her pasta primavera.
“I’ll get right on that, Mrs. Jeffries,” Rhodes says, smirking as I stare at him in shock. “Bonded and wed has a really nice ring to it.”
Our conversation has me blushing several times as we eat, but I have to admit it’s also a lot of fun. It’s funny how fixing your life and literally slaying your past’s beasts help you heal in other ways.
Skylar grabs a ride-share for my family to send them back to the hotel they’re staying at tonight, and I make plans to have breakfast with them in the morning before they leave.
I’m practically walking on air by the time we enter our home. Rhodes picks me up and over his shoulder as I gasp, and he sneaks me right out the back door.
“What is going on?” I ask, lifting my head, only to find the back porch transformed. “Holy shit balls. When did you find time to do this?”
“Skylar and I hired people to do this while we were on the road or at practice. We never come out here, so it was easy to keep it a secret,” he explains, setting me on my feet as I look around.
White, gauzy curtains hang from the screened porch for privacy, and there are Edison lanterns hanging from the ceiling.
Even better, a bright carpet is under my feet to offer a pop of color, and there’s two couches out here for seating with a table.
However, on the far side, a huge swing that’s large enough to lay in is covered with fluffy pillows and colorful blankets.
“How is it so warm out here?” I ask, aware of what the temperature should be.
“The heaters are connected to an app on my phone,” Rhodes says. “I turned them on when we were a few minutes from home so I could show you this.”
“How stable is the swing?” I purr, enjoying the way Rhodes begins to stalk me around the table.
“Stable enough for me to fuck you in it,” he murmurs. “Do you need another load of cum in your sweet hole?”
“You mean to join what the plug has been keeping inside me?” I tease him, beginning to pull off my clothes.
“Fuck me. Skylar reminds me of a goddamned Boy Scout sometimes,” Rhodes says with a deep chuckle.
He easily tears off articles of clothing, and we leave a trail of it across the ground before he lifts me up, pulling me across his lap as he sits. He kisses me as his hand wraps around both of our cocks, stroking them as I writhe in his lap.
“Are you going to be a good boy and take your plug out so I can fuck you?” he purrs.
I desperately do. Nodding, I reach between myself, refusing to get in the way of Rhodes stroking my cock. It takes a little maneuvering, and my whimpers and moans turn my alpha on as he licks and bites his way up my neck.
“You’re doing so good,” he groans. “I need you to plug your ass more often to train yourself to be regularly fucked.”
While I can take Skylar’s dick without much prep, I need to be pre stretched for Rhodes. My heart pounds with excitement as I finally pull the plug out, and I toss it away as I rise up on my knees to line his cock up with my hole.
“Sit on it like my pretty little omega,” he growls, raising the hair on my body as I obey.
“Will you knot me, Alpha?” I ask, sinking down on his cock.
Despite being fucked earlier by Skylar, the stretch of the crown of his cock is intense.
“Relax,” Rhodes whispers. “That’s it, baby. Unclench your jaw for me. Let your slick slide down my dick to help you.”
My hole gushes at his praise, and I whine as I slide further down his curved shaft. Kissing him as I ride his cock, everything else disappears. We’re both loud as he begins to fuck up into me, bucking up as I hold on for dear life.
“Play with your cock,” Rhodes groans. “I want you to mark me with your cum so I can sleep with it on my skin. I love when I smell like you.”
His eyes glitter with intensity as he fucks me, and I know in that moment when he asks me to marry him, I’ll say yes. How fast or slow it happens doesn’t matter, all I care about is the end result.
“I love you,” I rasp, shuddering as I begin to come.
“So tight. Fuck. That’s it. I love you, Little Viking. You’re ours, and that’ll never change,” Rhodes vows, pulling me down on his knot.
My eyes roll back as I come again, and I can’t stop whispering how much I love him.