Chapter 62 Xander, Asher, Nitro, Fallon, & Kane #5
My brothers closed in, moving together as if they shared one mind and point of focus.
Xander laid down on his side, body stretched next to Lucy.
He teased his fingers across the raised scar, tracing its lines.
Asher leaned over and pressed his mouth to Lucy’s.
He kissed her deeply, without reservation.
Nitro was kneeling on the floor, elbows digging into the mattress, head propped under curved palms, watching the show with eyes still nearly blacked with desire.
Kane took up position right behind me, occupying the space between her calves.
They stimulated her but didn’t try to overshadow me.
My hand touched Xander’s as I skimmed my hands further up, across the mounds of her breasts, feeling her hard nipples press into my palms. When I reached her face, I cupped her cheek in my palm, my thumb brushing across her lower lip.
She darted her tongue out instinctively, licking across her mouth, grazing my thumb.
“Tell me what you need," I murmured. The evidence of her readiness was slick between her thighs, but I needed to hear her say it. No, I wanted to hear it from her mouth—that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, that I was separate from my pack brothers. Me, Fallon, no one else.
Lucy turned her face into my touch, pressing a kiss to my palm that sent electricity racing up my arm. "You, Fallon,” she said simply. “Inside me.”
The directness of her answer, the honesty in her eyes, cracked my composure. Fuck. I felt moisture in my goddamn eyes. This woman—our Omega, our miracle—had somehow found a way past defenses I hadn't even realized I'd built.
I positioned myself at her entrance, the head of my cock sliding through her abundant wetness. The second I touched it, my body wanted to release. The anticipation had built so much. My cock was agonizingly hard. It took Herculean effort to not climax.
Establishing a slow rhythm, I barely entered her before withdrawing again. My hips moved in a lazy sway designed to build anticipation rather than satisfy. I wanted her to beg. I wanted her to want me so badly that frustration made her want to scream.
Almost in. Out again. Almost in. A little further. Make her think I’m about to claim her fully. Pull out.
At some point, I realized I was torturing myself as much as Lucy.
Lucy's breath hitched, her hands coming up to grip my shoulders. "Fallon," she breathed, a note of pleading in her voice.
"Patience," I murmured, bending to press a kiss to the hollow of her throat where her pulse fluttered like a trapped bird. “Savor it, Luce.”
I continued the tantalizing pattern, each thrust penetrating slightly deeper than the last but never giving her the fullness she craved.
I explored her body—the hollow behind her ear that made her shiver when kissed, the inside of her elbow that drew a gasp when lightly scratched, the spot just beneath her ribs that made her arch when caressed.
All the secrets of her body.
All the things I wanted to spend a lifetime enjoying.
My brothers fell to the background of my mind. It was easy to forget they existed when Lucy was in front of me. She was all my eyes could see.
Even when Xander shifted, lifting to capture Lucy’s lower lip between his teeth and tug gently, before pressing down into a passionate, breath-stealing kiss. He swallowed her increasingly desperate sounds as my cock plunged into her silken womanhood.
When I saw Nitro’s hand move to slip between our bodies, I beat him to the target. I found her clit first, two fingers pressed between her oh-so-wet lips, finding that swollen bead, and working it as I began to move my hips faster.
“Oh… oh, God!” Lucy exclaimed, her legs pushing upward as if she’d buck me off, not that she could. I kept rubbing, kept thrusting. Her back arched, her eyes half closed, and her breath came in quick pants.
“That’s it,” I crooned, encouraging her.
Fuck, I loved the way she looked right now.
Hair wild.
Sweat beading on her forehead.
That stunning flush spreading lower down her neck and chest again.
Faster. Harder. Always circling that warm mound that soon made her scream for me a second time.
I couldn’t contain myself any longer.
I buried myself to the hilt, the sensation of her heat closing around me made my heart beat so fast that I knew it would explode out of my chest at any second.
My knot began to swell, and I leaned down against her, supporting myself against my palms, keeping my full weight off her body.
We were suddenly joined in a way I’d never experienced before—not in private, not in a pleasure club, not on a drunken night with some show roadie.
And then I was exploding into her, releasing seed, groaning against the endless waves of euphoria.
Through the haze, I dipped my head, facing pressing into the curve of her neck. Her Omega scent was so thick it would be choking if it wasn’t exactly what I needed at that moment.
She breathed beneath me. Slowly, heavily.
Lucy lifted her arms and wrapped them around my neck, holding me to her, making it harder and harder to hover above her.
I lifted my head, eyes colliding with hers, then I took one hand off the mattress and reached between us, slipping fingers into her again, finding that wonderful, hot mound. She closed her eyes, sucking in a quick breath of air as sensations assaulted her once more.
Nothing mattered but her and me. I didn’t care what the others were doing, what they were touching.
I wanted her to come again. One more time before I had to give her up to Kane.
Look at her. God, help me. She’s ruined me for anyone else.
Lucy moaned again, her eyes flashing open, then closed, then open again. Those impossibly green eyes pierced my soul for half a heartbeat before her lashes fluttered and another cry of pleasure pulsed from her mouth.
My manhood was still locked in tightly, as if it would never let her go again. Lucy began to writhe beneath me, another orgasm striking.
“You’ll hurt yourself,” I growled softly.
“I don’t care. God, I don’t care,” she whimpered.
But my knot was beginning to release her.
When I slowly withdrew from her body, I felt like a man come undone and put back together all at once. I rocked back on my heels, already feeling like I needed more.
Lucy expression was one of orgasmic haze, but without prompting, she reached for my hand, bringing it toward her with purpose. Seconds later, pain shot through my wrist, up my arm, into my elbow and shoulder. She bit fiercely, without holding back.
Sharp. Bright. Electric.
This sensation racing through my veins… I’d never felt its equal.
Not in a million nights at a dozen pleasure clubs. I felt the link between us take root, giving us something far deeper than this physical satisfaction. I could suddenly sense Lucy, there, dancing around the edges of my mind. Complex and beautiful.
"Four," she whispered, her voice barely audible as she released my wrist. Her eyelids fluttered, her body trying to give into exhaustion.
I brushed my lips across her forehead, tasting salt and sweetness. "One more," I reminded her gently. “Stay with us, Luce.”
Her eyes flickered to Kane, who was already moving into position, his expression a mixture of hunger and concern.
She nodded, a small but determined movement. "One more," she agreed.
I shifted to make room for Kane, my hand finding Lucy's hair, stroking the silver-white strands with gentle motions. My brothers all breathed heavily, as if each orgasm claimed in this room was a shared sensation. Maybe it was. Maybe solidifying our pack brought with it unexpected wonders.
As Kane took his place between Lucy’s thighs, I felt a profound sense of rightness settle over me. Maybe I could have faith in the universe’s mysterious design. Maybe I didn’t have to control every element of life.
Lucy had proven it was possible to relinquish control. She’d walked into our lives, the exact opposite of what we’d wanted, and yet, somehow, she was what we’d needed all along.
If we’d stuck to our original plan, we’d still be fighting our Alpha natures.
If we’d stuck to our original plan, we might never know how it felt to be a complete pack.
Lucy was the solution. Lucy was the healing balm. Lucy was love incarnate.
KANE.
I moved between Lucy's thighs, trying to hold onto the same reckless confidence I brought to every dangerous stunt.
But my damn heart was threatening to hammer its way out of my chest. Fuck, I was afraid.
Not of the act itself, but of its significance.
I was the last, the final piece in this intricate puzzle we were creating together.
The weight of completing our pack bond pressed against my chest like a physical force.
Lucy lay before me, her alabaster skin now flushed pink with pleasure and exertion, her silver-white hair damp with sweat, her green-gold eyes heavy-lidded but still burning with determination.
Four bonds formed, one to go. The finish line of a race that would change all of us forever.
"Hey there, beautiful," I said, forcing lightness into my voice as I settled between her legs. "Saved the best for last, I see."
The smile that curved her lips was exhausted but genuine, a spark of her natural sass shining through despite everything she'd already experienced. "Modest suits you, Kane."
My pack brothers had made way for only a heartbeat, and now they positioned close around us again. I had to focus and block them out, keeping my eyes only on Lucy’s sweet face. Even quick glances of Xander, Nitro, Fallon and Asher caressing her body sent a rush of possessive heat through my veins.
I ran my hands up her thighs—ignoring when I had to skim over a brother’s hand—feeling the slight tremble in her muscles. Four times already she had given herself completely, and still she wanted me somehow.
Fuck, she was strong.