Chapter 24
Wren
My heart races as I try to fall asleep. Ethan has me pulled close to him, my back pressed to his front, and Brennan’s hand lays across my waist from the other side. Teddy is passed out on the other side of Ethan, and Mav sleeps next to Brennan.
But I can’t sleep. How am I supposed to sleep when they all just agreed to bond me during my heat? And when we’re all sleeping in the same bed for the first time? Yes, I’m the one that requested they all lay with me tonight, but clearly my decision making skills are questionable at best.
I’ve never been more horny in my entire life.
Maybe I need to pee.
Okay, I don’t, but getting away from these alphas and all their delicious scents for a moment might help my brain reset and realize we’re supposed to be sleeping right now.
As carefully as I can, I move out from under Brennan’s arm, but Ethan only tightens his hold on me.
“Ethan,” I whisper, trying to wiggle free. “Ethan, I—” I choke when my ass brushes against his hard length. He groans sleepily, and when his hips flex forward, pushing his throbbing erection against my ass, a gasp leaves me.
Gods, he feels as big as Teddy. What would that feel like, to take him in the same bed as everyone else?
Shit, focus Wren.
“Ethan,” I whisper again, my thighs clenching together as he grinds into me again. This time, my perfume swirls in the air. “Ethan!” I whisper a bit more urgently, and he startles, his head popping up.
“Wren? Is everything okay?” he sounds half asleep but strangely alert, and I let out a strangled laugh.
“Yeah. I just need to get up, and…” I can only wiggle my butt to emphasize my point, and Ethan hisses a curse, releasing me.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. Here.” He scoots back a little, and I’m able to slip down to the end of the bed.
“It’s okay,” I whisper, careful not to disturb the rest of the guys. “I’ll be right back.”
Tip-toeing to the attached bathroom, I silently close the door and flip on the light.
Shit. My cheeks are flushed, and my chest heaves as I meet my eyes in the mirror.
I look like a hot mess—and not in a good way.
Maybe splashing some water on my face will help me chill the fuck out.
The bite of cold as the water meets my skin—but unfortunately does nothing to calm the need inside me.
Being with these guys has kickstarted my libido in a way I never saw coming, and it’s only getting worse.
Sighing, I turn my back to the sink and cover my face with my hands. The t-shirt I’m wearing brushes over my sensitive nipples, and I have to suppress a groan at the bit of slick that leaves me.
What the hell is wrong with me?
I can’t wake everyone up just because I’m a horny mess. They’re already doing so much for me. It’s not like this is a heat spike. I’m not delirious, and I don’t have a temperature.
Maybe…maybe if I just take care of things myself really quick, this need will subside and I can go back to sleep.
My eyes close as I slide my hand down, my fingers dipping under the elastic of my underwear.
They’ll never know, and I won’t have to face how pathetic it is that merely being in the same bed as them turns me on so much it makes it impossible to sleep.
A small hiss leaves me as I swipe my fingers through my folds, and I find myself pretending they belong to one of my guys as I rub circles around my clit.
I have firsthand experience with Teddy, so it’s easy to imagine my hands are his.
I suppose Maverick would be a bit rougher, his skin a little more calloused.
Brennan would be gentle, but his hands would be just as worn as Mavericks.
Ethan…my mind goes back to the feel of his hands on the bare skin of my stomach as I tried to sleep. Not as calloused as Mavericks, and not quite as gentle as Brennan. My breathing picks up as I slip two fingers inside myself, using my palm to grind against my clit.
Ethan.
Would he call me a brat again? Or would he hold me close and press kisses to my heated flesh?
A small moan leaves me as I climb higher. “Ethan,” the whispered cry leaves me as my orgasm stays just barely out of reach.
“Yes?” His voice, a rough whisper has my eyes flying open and a small yelp leaving me.
My hand makes a hasty exit from my panties as I stare at the alpha in front of me, my face absolutely burning in mortification. I’m not sure I’ve ever been this embarrassed in my life. How did I not even hear him enter the room? He must have moved quietly, but why did he follow me?
I choke on my words as I take in his heated gaze, his eyes glued to where my fingers were not two seconds ago. “What are you—”
“I could scent you.” He takes my hand, the one that was in my panties, and desperately, I try to yank it back. “Your need.”
“Stop it,” I whisper, my heart pounding. “What are you doing?”
“Why were you taking care of yourself instead of asking one of your four very willing mates to help out?” he asks, lifting my hand to his face and groaning when he scents my slick.
“You were sleeping. And I…I just needed some relief.”
He keeps eye contact with me as he draws my fingers into his mouth and sucks my slick off. His tongue runs up the underside of them, sending lightning bolts of need straight to my clit.
“Then wake us up,” he admonishes, grabbing my hips and lifting me to sit on the bathroom counter.
“What are you doing?” As the whisper leaves me, I can't help but feel like a broken record. He drops to his knees and moves my panties to the side, exposing my soaked folds to the air and pushes my legs apart.
“I’m giving you what you need,” Ethan says, looking up at me, “unless you don’t want it.”
How could I not want it? Of course I do, I just wanted our first time doing anything to be because it was the right time, not because I couldn’t sleep.
“Do you want it?” I ask breathlessly as the air from his mouth fans over me, sending a shiver up my spine.
He barks a laugh. “Do I look like a man about to do something he doesn’t want to do?” I bite my lip, because…he doesn’t. He looks like a starving man who just had a five-course meal planted in front of him.
“I want it.” The words barely fall from my lips before his mouth is covering my pussy, drawing a cry out of me.
“Better keep it down unless you want company,” Ethan grins up at me, before throwing my legs over his shoulders and burying his face between my thighs.
Pure pleasure licks at me, my toes curling as my hands fist in his hair. I’m trying so hard to be quiet, but I must not be doing a good enough job because he reaches up and slaps a hand over my mouth.
I don’t mind it, actually.
He continues his ministrations, groaning into my pussy, licking and sucking at my clit until I’m hanging by a damn thread. Then, he pulls the little nub into his mouth and runs his tongue over it in tight circles.
I freefall.
My orgasm washes over me, wave after wave as Ethan lavishes my soaking pussy with all the attention in the world. My cries would echo in the room if he didn’t have his hand over my mouth.
The waves ebb, and Ethan presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh before standing.
I arch a brow when he keeps his hand on my mouth, and he smirks at me, but doesn’t make any attempt to remove it.
Without thinking, I stick my tongue out and lick it.
He chuckles as he pulls it back. “Brat.” He says the word with affection before glancing down at his palm.
“Well, look what you did. You got me ready to take care of myself. Looks like you’re a good girl after all. ”
I frown. “Take care of yourself?”
“Well, yeah, Little Bird. I don’t think I can go back to bed with this.” He motions to his crotch as he stands, and the tent of the material has my heart skipping a beat.
“You don’t want my help?” My words come out breathless, and his brows arch up in surprise.
“I mean…of course I do, but that’s not why I—”
“I know it’s not,” I breathe, swallowing roughly. “But did it occur to you that maybe I…I want to?”
His gaze darkens as he looks me over. “I don’t ever want you to feel like anything is transactional.”
“I know it’s not,” I promise again, before reaching out to touch the tent in his boxers. He hisses, which I now know is a good thing. “I want this, Ethan. So give it to me.”
“Such a demanding Little Bird” And then he’s taking my face in his hands, kissing me desperately. I can taste myself on his tongue, my apple scent mixing so beautifully with his lime and bergamot. Reaching between us, I pull the waistband of his boxers down and grip his throbbing cock in my hand.
He groans into my mouth, his hips helplessly thrusting into my hold. “It’s not gonna take long. I’m already so on edge.”
He lets me turn us so he’s able to lean against the counter, which makes our height difference a little more bearable. Standing between his legs, I hold his cock the way Teddy taught me, with a firm grip.
A whimper of pleasure escapes him. “Wren.” It was only my name, but suddenly, I’m the most powerful woman in the world. I’m the one making him feel this way. He’s helplessly thrusting against my hand.
“Does that feel okay?” I whisper against his lips, knowing full well he’s about to lose it.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his hands falling to my waist. “More than okay. Don’t stop, please.”
His plea is so out of character, it immediately pops an idea into my mind. I lick my lips, wondering what the outcome will be if I say the words I so desperately want to.
Fuck it.
“Good boy,” I breathe, and he freezes.
And groans.
Then…he cums. Hot ropes of white spurt from his cock and onto the shirt I’m wearing. I continue to stroke him until his hips stop moving, and then he lets out a sigh as his head falls back.
“Huh.” I smirk as I look down at the shirt, now a sticky mess. “I stand corrected. Bad boy.”
Ethan lets out a playful growl as he grabs me and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. “Brat,” he murmurs before kissing me again. I smile, loving the way he says the word before he strips my shirt off, and then his. “We’ll both have to change. Hold on.”
He leaves the bathroom, and when he comes back wearing a new shirt and holding one of his for me, I take it gratefully, loving the way it smells like him.
We go back to bed, Ethan’s arms wrapped tight around me. When Brennan’s hand finds my waist, even in his sleep, something inside me finally settles.