17. Juliette
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
juliette
It’s the culmination of hundreds of sleepless nights. Thousands of hours spent alone with no one to comfort me. Countless minutes wishing for things I could never have.
I’m in the arms of the man I’ve yearned for, his brother following behind us as we make our way down the darkened hall in the guest house on the Ford estate. They’ve courted me for less than a day, yet here I am, giving myself over to them. What does that make me?
An Omega who’s about to be very, very satisfied , Elliott’s voice drawls in my head.
“You having second thoughts?” Beck whispers against my ear, nudging the door open with his foot.
“Not a single one.”
“Good.” He sets me on my feet and takes a step back, his eyes leaving a trail of fire along my skin as he looks his fill. “Fuck, you look sexy wearing my hat.”
I send him a teasing smirk. “It smells like you, and it’s got me soakin’ through my jeans over here, handsome.”
His growl rumbles through the room. “Ready to show Wyatt what he missed out on four years ago?”
My gaze darts to the Beta. He’s removed his cowboy hat and is now running his hand through the wavy blond hair beneath as he studies me. “Just say the word, hotshot, and I’ll leave.”
“I want you here…” For just a single moment, insecurity rushes through me. I’m not the young twenty-something with a tight belly and flawless skin anymore. “But my body?—”
“Your body created life.” Earnest hazel eyes regard me intently as he steps closer.
“And I’d bet every penny in my savings account that I will love every single inch of it—every mark, every dip, and every groove.
Let me prove to you that I want the woman, not the girl.
You give me the chance, and I’ll show you just how fucking beautiful I think the Omega standin’ before me is. ”
My heart is in my throat as warmth brushes against my back.
Beck’s hand lands on my hip, sliding around my waist to my belt buckle, while Wyatt’s eyes remain locked on mine.
“We want you, little mama. The one here with us right now, who gave birth to my daughter. The one with the curves I want to trace until I’ve relearned every single one.
” His hand slides up my belly, fingertips brushing against the undersides of my breasts.
“The one whose tits are so fucking perfect I can’t wait to get my mouth on them.
” Then his palm makes the slow descent to my jean-covered pussy.
“And the one whose pussy is so goddamn wet for us, she’s dripping through her jeans. What’s not to like?”
My blood goes from a slow simmer to boiling in the span of a heartbeat. There’s a whine stuck in my throat from need so fucking strong it’s damn near choking me.
“What’s it gonna be, hotshot? Want us to end that drought you’ve been in?”
Still holding Wyatt’s stare, I say the only word I’m capable of at the moment.
“ Please .”
Beck’s lips touch my neck as Wyatt’s hands reach for my belt buckle.
My head tilts, giving the Alpha easier access, but it’s also a subconscious offering that I don’t feel a damned bit ashamed about.
His purr rumbles behind me as he removes the hand that had been between my legs.
That whine from earlier nearly escapes, but Wyatt’s already dropping to his knees, lifting each foot to tug my boots off.
When they’re tossed aside, along with my socks, his calloused fingers grip the top of my jeans and slowly work them down my legs.
The. He unsnaps the bodysuit with brisk efficiency.
“Fuck me,” Wyatt rasps. “It’s a goddamn gift you ain’t wearin’ panties because that just made this a helluva lot easier.”
His hand grips behind my knee, raising my leg and tossing it over his shoulder. He nuzzles into my pussy, kissing just above my clit as his thumbs spread my lips wide open.
“Ain’t she pretty down there?” Beck murmurs.
His large hands peel the bodysuit up and over my head and throw it across the room. The warmth of his palms cups my breasts, and I melt back into his chest just as Wyatt stares up at me.
“She’s pretty every-fucking-where.” Then he leans in, swiping his tongue through the space his fingers are holding open.
My moan is obscene. One little swipe through my cunt and I can feel my core tighten and slick gush from my body.
“Can already smell that you’re close, little mama. Come on my brother’s tongue like a good girl, then we’ll fuck you just like you need.”
“Oh god.”
Wyatt doesn’t need to be told what to do.
He dives back in, his tongue circling my clit as those thumbs slip right up into my pussy, stretching me wider than my own fingers can manage.
My hips buck involuntarily when his lips fasten around my clit, his thumbs working my neglected hole.
Reaching for his head, my fingers tangle in the long strands of his hair as I hold him exactly where I need him, riding his tongue harder than any bucking bronco.
In no time at all, I come apart in Beck’s arms while his brother’s mouth works my cunt with expert precision.
“Hell yes, just like that, little mama.”
Beck’s fingers pinch my nipples, his teeth skimming along the sensitive skin of my throat while Wyatt continues to lap at me until I have to forcefully pull his head away.
Hazel eyes stare up at me, the scruff on his face dripping with my release, and I do the only thing I can think of.
My hand slides down to the back of his neck, and I pull his mouth to mine for a rough kiss.
“Jesus fuck. That shouldn’t be so goddamn hot,” Beck rasps, fingertips trailing down my naked spine. “But now it’s my turn.”
He tugs me up and spins me around, his mouth crashing into mine.
His rough growl against my lips makes me smile, and the first swipe of his tongue against mine is like coming home.
My arms slide around his neck, and he reaches up, tossing his hat off my head so his fingers can tangle in my long hair.
“I’m not gonna last, Jules. I want you too badly.”
His breath brushes against my swollen lips, then my jaw, as his hands grip my face. They’re damn near shaking, and there’s something about a strong Alpha like Beck losing control that makes a woman feel powerful.
“We got all night, handsome.” My fingers tug his shirt from his waistband. “How ‘bout you screw me good now, and we’ll take our time later?”
He pulls back, his expression damn near feral. “You ready to be fucked hard then, little mama?”
I’m already tugging his shirt over his head, fingers hastily unbuckling his belt and pushing the button on his jeans through the hole.
He kicks off his boots, and suddenly we’re frantic for each other.
The rest of his clothes are gone in a blink.
He leans forward, his long fingers gripping my ass, and lifts me up until my legs circle his waist. In two long strides, he carries us to the bed and drops us onto the soft comforter.
His hand holds the back of my head as his weight falls over me.
“We’re gonna use you so damn good,” he murmurs against my throat, licking a path down to my collarbone as his dick slides against my pussy.
“I’m ready. Do your worst.”
When he rises above me, his wicked smirk matches the lustful glint in his eye that makes him look damn near animalistic. “Oh, we will.”
His hand slides out from under my head, and when it falls back, I realize I’m poised right at the edge of the bed. From upside down, I see Wyatt standing tall and sun-kissed, dick hard and dripping precum as he takes his first step toward me.
“We know you’re good at ridin’. How ‘bout swallowin’?” His accent deepens with each stroke of his cock.
“Guess there’s only one way to find out, pretty boy.”
He closes the distance between us and runs the fat head of his dick around my lips.
Beck is done waiting. He positions his hips between my thighs, letting his tip play in and out of my pussy. “Then open up, Jules. We’re gonna fill you up from both ends.”
Obediently, my lips part, and that’s all the invitation Wyatt needs.
His dick slips between them with a drawn-out moan, his hands circling my throat and thumbs stroking along the bulge that forms when he thrusts in deep.
I gag, more than a little out of practice, but he just hums his approval as he withdraws then plunges back in a little deeper.
“Watching you swallow his dick is about enough to push me right over the edge. Hang on, little mama. This is gonna be rough.”
That’s the only warning I get before Beck thrusts in, all the way to his knot.
Fire licks up my spine at the stretch of him inside me.
I’d forgotten how goddamn big he is, the sheer width of him spreading me so wide that my body balks.
My gasp only works in Wyatt’s favor. He takes advantage and slides in until he’s balls deep.
His thumbs tighten ever so slightly against my throat, his loud groan filthy in the quiet of the room.
“Holy fucking shit, brother,” he rasps. “Her mouth is fucking Heaven.”
“So is this pussy.”
They withdraw at the same time, and I draw in a much-needed lungful of air.
“We’re gonna fill you up now, little mama. Take it all, you hear me?”
“Mmmhmm,” I hum.
Wyatt’s dick fills my mouth once more, and without another word, they slam forward, using my body between them. Beck’s hands slide into mine, pinning them against the bed, leaving me completely at their mercy.
Not a bad place for an Omega to be, if I do say so myself.
My mind shuts off, my focus narrowing to the two men fucking me senseless. The drag of Beck’s fat dick in and out my cunt. Wyatt fucking my throat with wild abandon. My entire body is engulfed in sensation, and I’m seconds away from combusting.
God, how the hell did I go without this for four years?
“Fuck. That’s it, hotshot. Swallow my dick. Fucking take it all.” He thrusts in deep, holding it there as his fingers tighten their grip. I can’t breathe, can barely think, the throb of him making me gag. “Hell. I’m about to come. Just another second…”
Beck is pounding into my pussy, his knot pressing against the tight ring of muscle with each thrust.
“Me too, brother. I’m gonna fill our Omega up until I’m dripping out of her for days.”
Wyatt’s groan fills the room seconds before he explodes, thick spurts of cum rushing down my throat. My fingers grip Beck’s hands, my nails digging into his skin.
“You’re taking us so well, little mama,” Beck soothes.
My body relaxes slightly, but it’s just the calm before the storm. Without warning, he slams forward, his knot pushing past the resistance of my pussy to settle into the spot that’s yearned for him for four goddamn years.
Breathing becomes irrelevant. My body detonates around him, locking his knot deep inside me as he roars his release. My orgasm goes on for so long, I think I might legitimately pass out because I can’t warn Wyatt that my lack of oxygen is becoming an issue as he continues to buck against mouth.
“ Fuck .” Wyatt pulls out, his hands gently supporting and rubbing my well-used throat. “Holy shit, Jules. How’d you learn to hold your breath like that?”
Beck’s body crashes down onto mine as he releases my hands. With weary muscles, I slip my arms around his neck as I force myself to draw in much-needed air. The Alpha’s head is tucked into the space between my neck and shoulder, his breathing as ragged as mine.
“You almost made her lose consciousness, asshole,” he gripes hoarsely, not bothering to lift his face.
“That true, hotshot? Was I too rough?”
My eyes flit open, meeting his worried gaze. “You were perfectly rough, Wyatt.”
His proud smirk is immediate. “Hear that, brother? She can handle me.”
Beck just grunts, rising up and slipping one strong arm under me so he can maneuver us fully onto the bed.
He rolls us to our sides, my face tucked into his chest and leg thrown over his thigh, with his knot still locked deep inside me.
The bed dips seconds before Wyatt snuggles up against my back, his hand running up and down my hip.
“You were amazing, Jules.” He places a tender kiss on the back of my neck.
Beck follows suit, kissing the top of my head. “Now you know why she’s all I’ve wanted. No one else could come close.”
“Y’all are gonna make me blush.”
“You can take our dicks like a champ, but give you some sweet words and you blush like a flower bloomin’ on a cactus?” Wyatt cuddles into me, his soft jasmine scent lulling me into a sleepy trance.
“What can I say? Hasn’t been a lot of softness in my life.”
For a second, both men are quiet, and I wonder if they’ve passed out. Then Beck grips my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his as his deep voice breaks the silence.
“That’s about to change, little mama. You’ve got us now.”
With a kiss so soft it’s like tasting clouds, I get lost in him—the rugged Alpha who stole my heart in an old country bar.
He gently retreats, nuzzling along my jaw and marking me with his candied blueberry scent.
Then he simply tucks my face back into his chest, and for the first time in a lifetime, I fall asleep without a single thought or worry about what tomorrow will bring.