Chapter 29
CHAPTER 29
CLOVER
W aking up surrounded by warm bodies is my new favorite thing.
McKinley has his leg thrown over one of mine and Apollo has his giant leg over both of ours. Both of them have their hands over my stomach. Vaughn has me tucked under his arm, my head under his chin. Griffin has both arms around my stomach, his cheek against the skin as he holds me close.
I can feel his breath against the skin under my belly button and it makes me want to rub his hair and soothe him. Griffin seems like he is always trying to please everyone and I just want him to know that he’s enough for me how he is.
Reaching down, I stroke over his forehead, pushing some of his hair from his face. The way he smiles in his sleep, nuzzling into my skin makes it all worth it.
“He likes to cuddle. I think he’s on to something.” Vaughn whispers in my ear. “But if you want out of the puppy pile, I can help.”
Everyone is so warm and cozy, I don’t really want to get out of bed with them. Except, I do have to pee.
My head tilts and Vaughn seems to realize what I’m asking.
He carefully gets himself out first. Grabbing a pillow, he loops Griffin’s arms around it to free me. He works on Apollo and Mickey next. Tangling their legs and shifting them. Apollo lets out a huff sound that makes me smile gleefully at his grumpy sleepy nature. A pillow is shoved where their hands were as Vaughn scoops me up and out of my nest.
Setting me down on my feet, he looks me over, licking at his lips before taking a step back.
“You’re free. I’m going to get dressed and head to the gym. Do you need anything, cherry girl?”
My eyes take Vaughn in. His gray briefs hugging his body, the way that his brown hair is sticking out in several directions. There is bruising around his lip from where he fought Bryce for me. His muscles flex, like he knows I’m looking at him and wants to put on the best show possible.
I know I’m perfuming, I can feel the way a shiver runs down my body and the low groan that comes from Vaughn’s mouth is confirmation.
He steps closer, our bodies just touching, and lets his fingers fist the back of my head. There is no asking for permission before our lips mold together.
Oh, wow cow.
Vaughn doesn’t kiss softly or let me get used to him. His tongue is in my mouth, tasting me before I even can process the fact that we’re kissing. One of his hands squeeze my ass, pulling me harder against him as he groans into my mouth.
I can feel him.
All of him.
Hard and thick against my tummy.
“You make me forget bad things happen. You make me want to try again. It scares the fuck out of me.” Vaughn’s speaking against my lips and making me forget how to think.
“Can I touch you?” He’s the most skittish of the pack. He told me what happened so I know why that is, but I want to make sure he really wants this.
That he wants me.
Part of me feels like if he says no I’m going to have a complete meltdown, but I don’t mind working to make sure my Alpha is comfortable. I want him to trust me and feel okay with me. Just like I feel safe with them.
Vaughn sucks my bottom lip into his mouth.
“My room. Let’s go to my room.”
“Let me just freshen up. Give me a second.” He looks at me and nods, getting one more kiss in before leaving my room.
I take a second in the bathroom and then brush my teeth. My heart is racing and I’m trying to keep myself together.
I’ve been in Vaughn’s room before, so I know where it is. I don’t knock, just push the door open. He’s sitting on the end of his bed, legs spread as he faces the door.
He opened the shades a bit, the sun streaming in to light up the space. The navy blue of his bedding looks good against his skin. It smells heavily like him in here, the sweet syrupy scent of him with something slightly spicy mixed in.
His room is clean, a few pictures hung on the wall showing off his hockey career and his pack. A few blank spaces are there, spaces that I’m sure his family and girlfriend used to fill. A hockey stick is in the corner with a rubber ball beside it. A pile of laundry in the basket by his closet. His laundry needs to be done soon because…
“Are those my panties?”
“Those were your panties. I used them during my rut. I don’t think you want them now.” For some reason I want them more now. I bet they smell like him, “Come here, Clover.”
My eyes flick to Vaughn as I walk towards him, stopping in front of him. His hands slide to the back of my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
“We’re going to talk this through before we do anything. I want to make sure you’re comfortable and we don’t push things too far. Once we get into bed together it’s important we both know each other’s limits.” The tip of his fingers slide over the back of my thighs.
I’m being so good.
All I want to do is crawl onto his lap and kiss my Alpha.
My Alpha?
Why does it feel so good to call him mine?
Oh, beans and biscuits.
“I’m okay with kissing and touching. I don’t think I’m ready to take a knot yet. I’m okay with everything else.” My slick is already soaked through my panties.
My body wants to feel good. It craves touch.
Vaughn swallows and nods his head.
“Let’s just touch. As much as I want to taste you, I think it’s better if we just keep it to hands for now.” I pout, “Did you want to taste too, Omega?”
“Yes.”
“Fuck.” Vaughn groans out the word, his eyes shutting as he lets out a breath, “Okay, one taste. On your knees for me.” He lifts his hips, pulling down his briefs.
They fall to the ground and I resist the urge to tuck them away for my nest. The scent of him feels thicker in the air and a sound leaves my lips as I hold his thighs, lowering myself down to my knees.
Vaughn’s cock is gorgeous.
Can you call a cock gorgeous?
I think so.
My head lays on his upper thighs as I breathe him in, a shimmy of excitement working its way up my spine as I stare at him.
“Are you comfortable taking off the shirt? I want to see all of you, cherry girl.”
The shirt comes off and I shimmy off my panties without even being asked to. I hold them in my hand and then hold them out to Vaughn. He seems to like them and maybe it can be like my courting gift to him..
Gripping the wet fabric, he brings it to his nose, groaning out as he breathes in my slick.
His cock bobs in front of me, a pretty pearl of liquid oozing out of the hole at the top and sliding down his shaft. My eyes widen as I act on instinct. My tongue laps it up, tasting him.
The feel of his skin is different under my tongue. It’s smooth and warm. It feels hard under me, the hardness different than I’m used to. His taste is different with a spiciness that is like the undertones of his scent.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .”
The curses make me look up. My hands on his thighs, my mouth over his cock as I lick the wetness coming down. I push myself up higher on my knees, letting my tongue swirl over the tip of him.
So good.
I wrap my mouth around the tip of him, sucking at it to get more of the taste of him.
“Oh fuck, that’s enough, Clover.” He’s pulling me off and I can feel my cheeks burning, “If you keep using that pretty mouth this will be over before it even begins. You’re so sweet and eager.”
I lick my lips, wanting to savor the taste of him. My slick is sticky between my thighs. As he stands me up, his eyes go there.
Lifting me, Vaughn lays me on his bedding and I breathe in, loving the way his scent surrounds me here. It feels so nice.
“One little taste for me too. Is that okay?” His hands are bending my legs before he pushes them apart. I love how he makes those groan sounds, like what he is seeing is driving him crazy, “This is the prettiest view. All this shiny slick covering your pink center. Look at the little pearl. Are you sensitive here?” His thumb runs over my clit and I buck against his hand.
My fists are in the sheets, trying to hold on as I feel myself eager for more of his touches.
“Shhh, I have you. It’s okay. Sensitive. I see.” His thumb runs down my folds. He pulls it away, sucking at it and making that sound again in the back of his throat, “One taste. Just one taste from that sweet little pussy. Tug my hair if it gets to be to much for you.”
He guides one of my hands to his hair before he lowers himself to my pussy.
That’s when my soul leaves my body.
His tongue swipes over me. Twirling through my center, a gush of slick greeting his mouth. The sounds he makes vibrating through me as he wraps his tongue around my clit, stroking it back and forth.
I’m making a mess of his bed. My slick just pouring out of me like a stream and puddling on his sheets as he gets way more than just a taste of me.
My stomach tightens, my legs butterflying as I feel my orgasm coming closer. I tug his head and the view is going to be burned into my head for the rest of my life.
Vaghn’s eyes are blown out, the bottom half of his face is glistening in the morning sunshine because of my slick. His hair is a mess from my tugging and confusion is across his face.
“I’m so close.” He blinks, confused by my statement like he was trying to get me all the way there, “I want you to feel good too.” He blinks again, as if nothing I’m saying is making any sense to him right now.
The room is so heavy with our scents it is hard to think, but I don’t think I could have that much of an effect on him.
Vaughn pushes himself up in a pushup and lowers himself, kissing the butterfly gemstones before crawling back up my body.
“Are you okay?”
Loaded question.
I would have been better if I got to finish. Now there is just an ache where I want to feel good.
“Can we keep going?” The words come out and he laughs softly, nodding his head.
The feel of his hands on my ribs, rolling me so we’re side by side. His hand moves so he is cupping my breast as our lips meet again. I can taste myself on him. His mouth is sticky as our tongues greedily press against each other.
His fingers pinch my nipples and I whimper into his mouth, throwing my leg over his thighs, pulling him closer to me. His cock nestled between my legs. The feel of his knot, already starting to swell a little, brushing back and forth on my clit makes me whine.
He rolls us so that I’m on top of him.
“Take it from me, Omega. Ride your Alpha and take both of our pleasure for us.” One of his hands squeezes my hip.
I sit up, watching his cock sticking up, ready to greet me. He’s curved slightly to the right and so thick, as I try to wrap my hand around him I can’t touch my fingers. I squeeze him, stroking him up and down.
Pressing his cock down towards his stomach I sit back down on his knot. My ass goes left and right, trying to get the feeling I just had.
Vaughn slides his hand to my lower back and pushes me forward. It’s a slip and slide of pleasure. Back and forth I rock on him. Making a mess of him as I lean forward, kissing him as I get the motion of rocking on him down.
“That’s a good girl. Your slick little pussy lips are choking my cock. I can’t wait to get inside your tight little cunt. Can’t wait to stretch that hot little piece. You’d like that, wouldn’t you Clover? A knot relieving that ache for you.” My eyes roll back, nails scratching down his chest as my hips go harder.
I think I would like that a lot.
I’m so close.
“Let me get you there.” He rolls us so I’m under him. The words must have come out of my mouth, “You’re so special, Clover.” His lips take away any words I could say.
The way that Vaughn moves his hips should be illegal. All those stretches on the ice have paid off.
10/10
Keep stretching on the ice.
My eyes roll back as my clit gets stroked over and over again. The tip of his cock leaking over me as I whine into his mouth trying to get more.
Shifting his cock gets hooked on my lips, the tip of him at my entrance and that’s all I need. Just the teasing feel of him right there to completely let go.
I don’t know if it’s my slick of his come that floods me, but I’m so lost in pleasure I don’t care.
One of his hands holds me down so I don’t push up as he stays still, holding the base of his cock with one hand. He’s squeezing his knot, milking out his come as he aims it inside of me.
“Fuck, all I can think of right now if you full of our pups.” He uses the tip of his cock to smear his cum around my pussy and I regret getting the birth control shot.
I think I would very much like to be full of his pups.
For some reason my heart jumps. The idea of having a baby, loving them in a way that I never got. It makes me feel like that is the piece that has been missing from my life.
Maybe being a mom is what I’m meant to be.
“I was coming to say we can go look for a cat, but it seems you already got a pussy.” Griffin’s voice makes us look towards the doorway.
He’s standing there, looking excited as he sees us together. There is no jealousy or anger on his face and I wonder if this is normal pack behavior.
Griffin smiles at me.
“McKinley was going to make pancakes for you, little weed. But I think the scent of you got him and Apollo so worked up that they’re fucking in the kitchen instead.” My cheeks burn and Vaughn growls at the other Alpha. “Let me get you a cloth to clean up-”
“ NO .” Vaughn’s voice comes out as a command and I’m looking at him swallow. The way his Adam's apple bobs, “Do you mind…not showering until tonight? I just want you to smell like me all day. I want to smell like you too.” He explains.
I’m sticky and messy.
Gravity is going to make things come out even if I don’t want them to, but I nod my head.
“Yes. Alpha.”
Griffin groans at the worlds and turns to leave the room. Vaughn just rewards me with a kiss.
“Thank you, Omega. C’mon, we’ll take you out for breakfast before getting your cat.”