Chapter 36 Ethan
ETHAN
There’s no finesse to it. No carefully laid-out plan. It’s a frenzied tangle of limbs, of gasping breaths, of the sheer need that’s been coiling between us for days, days, weeks.
We barely make it past the threshold before Sophie yelps as Brodie grabs her, hoisting her up so she can wrap her legs around his waist. “Took your sweet time, didn’t you, Omega?” he growls, his hands tight on her ass as she arches against him.
“You were the ones who agreed to wait,” she pants, voice breathless, teasing. “I just set the rule.”
Brodie smirks darkly, guiding them toward the kitchen table. “And now you’re going to deal with the consequences.”
She gasps as Brodie sets her down on a stool between us, her thighs spreading instinctively, her head tipping back as he steps in behind her.
I move in front of her, between her spread things.
My fingers tangle in her hair, tilting her head up, forcing her to meet my gaze.
“Been aching for you, sweetheart,” I rasp, my voice thick with need.
“You’ve been torturing us all damn week. ”
I take her hand, dragging it down to the front of my jeans, pressing her palm against the thick, throbbing heat straining behind the denim. “See what you do to me?” My words are a growl, and before she can answer, I claim her mouth in a deep, possessive kiss.
She whimpers into me, already flushed, already gone for us, her body pliant and eager. It’s not enough. I need more—I need to see her, taste her, feel her bare against me.
With a tug, I pull her to her feet, my hands gripping the waistband of her leggings. I pull them down, dragging them past her thighs, her knees, until she steps out of them, completely bare beneath them.
A strangled curse leaves my lips as I take her in—soft curves, flushed skin, her scent thick in the air, sweet and heady.
Brodie groans behind me. “Fuck, Sophie,” he breathes, his hands already gripping her hips, dragging her back onto the stool and pressing her firmly against his own aching length.
Tyler, barely holding himself back, reaches into his pants, freeing his cock and stroking himself with a slow, leisurely pace, his eyes locked on Sophie with hungry intent.
She shivers, but not from the cold—her body hums with anticipation, her pupils blown wide as she looks up at us, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow breaths.
Brodie’s hands wander lower, his fingers slipping between her folds, disappearing into the slick heat of her, and I watch as her body jolts in response, a gasp catching in her throat.
“Yes,” she moans, her voice thick and throaty as she throws her head back, surrendering completely. It’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
I drop to my knees.
Her breath hitches, her thighs trembling as I push them wider, dragging my mouth up the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “Ethan,” she pleads, voice shaking. “Please.” I kiss my way down to her knees and back up to her heat.
I chuckle, pressing a teasing kiss just beside where she needs me most. “I know, sweetheart. I know.”
And then I give her what she’s been aching for.
She keens, her back arching, fingers tangling in my hair, holding me there as I devour her like a man starved. She’s soaked, dripping, her body pulsing with need, and the taste of her—fuck, I could die between her thighs and never want for anything again.
Her scent is intoxicating, her taste addictive, and the way she writhes beneath me—it’s pure fucking perfection. My tongue drags through her folds, slow and deliberate, before I press my lips to her clit, and suck. The sound she makes causes my Alpha to growl in pleasure.
Then I’m lapping at her like she’s the only thing in the world worth savoring.
Her sweet slick makes my mouth water. Sophie’s body jolts, a sharp gasp escaping her lips as I slip two fingers inside her, stretching her, setting a rhythm that has her hips bucking off the stool, grinding into my mouth like she’s chasing something just out of reach.
“Ethan,” she moans, breathless, her voice cracking over my name like a plea, like a prayer.
Her fingers dive into my hair, fisting hard, yanking me closer, like she wants to drown in this, in me, and fuck if I don’t want the same damn thing. The sting of her grip sends a pulse of pain-pleasure down my spine, straight to my cock, making me throb so fucking hard I ache with it.
But I don’t stop. I double down, dragging my tongue over her, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue until she’s trembling, whimpering, unraveling right in my hands.
Her thighs clamp around my head, her entire body bowstring tight, her slick coating my fingers as I push deeper, curling just right—just enough to send her over the edge.
She shatters with a cry, her hips jerking, her body arching, her breath catching in her throat as she comes apart for me. I don’t stop. I don’t let up. I lap her up like she’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I’ll never get enough.
She slumps against the stool, boneless, spent—but I’m not done with her yet. Not even close. I press one last lingering kiss against her sensitive clit, dragging my fingers from her inch by inch, watching her shudder at the loss.
When I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, her dazed, well-fucked expression nearly undoes me.
“Ethan,” she breathes, reaching for me.
I grab her chin, tilting her face up to mine. I claim her lips with mine, knowing she can taste her sweet honey on my lips.
Brodie’s hands are on her hips, pinning her in place, his mouth dips to her ear, and his tongue slowly traces the curve of her ear. “Look at you,” he murmurs, voice filled with something dark, reverent. “So fucking perfect.”
Brodie stands looking at me over her head, stroking himself. “I want to hear her as she comes apart on your knot.”
Brodie groans as Sophie reaches over to squeeze him through his jeans.
“Fuck,” Tyler breathes when Sophie sits up to suck a nipple into her mouth and bite. His pace is frenzied as he tries to slow and not spend all over the floor.
Her arms loop around my neck for just a second before I lower her back down, bending her over the smooth surface of the kitchen counter.
Her breath comes in short, desperate gasps, her body pliant, trembling, ready.
My hands skim down her back, over the curve of her ass, spreading her open as I step in behind her.
She arches, pressing back against me, a needy little sound slipping from her lips. “Ethan,” she pleads, her voice breathless. “Please.”
I don’t make her wait. I can’t. Not when she’s already so slick, so hot, her body begging for me as much as her words. With one firm grip on her hip, I thrust inside in a single, deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt in one smooth, claiming movement.
The sound that rips from her throat is sinful, a gasping moan that goes straight to my cock, making me throb inside her. Her heat is maddening, wrapping around me, gripping me so fucking tight I have to grit my teeth, my fingers digging into her flesh to keep from losing it right there.
“Fuck, Sophie,” I rasp, my voice coming out almost strangled. She’s so damn wet, her slick coating me, making every inch of her feel like heaven, like something I’ll never get enough of.
She pushes back against me, rolling her hips in slow, desperate circles, chasing more, needing more. “Ethan, please—move.”
I drag back just enough to make her whine, her body clenching around me, trying to pull me back in. And then I slam forward again, the force making her gasp, her fingers scrambling for purchase on the countertop.
“Is this what you need, Omega?” I growl, setting a brutal, unrelenting pace. Deep, hard strokes, stretching her, filling her, making her take every inch of me.
“Yes,” she cries out, her voice breaking, her body shuddering beneath me. “More, Ethan, please—”
I fist a hand in her hair, pulling her head back just enough to make her arch, exposing the delicate line of her throat.
My mouth is at her ear, my breath hot against her skin as I promise, “You’re gonna take everything I give you, sweetheart.
Every inch, every knot. We’re not stopping until you can’t walk. ”
Her moan is desperate, shattered, and I feel her tighten around me, her body already spiraling toward the edge.
And I’m right there with her.
Sophie trembles between us, her body writhing with pleasure, raw and insatiable.
She’s drenched in sweat, her flushed skin glowing, her scent thick enough to leave us all half-mad with need.
Her lips are wrapped around Tyler, her mouth stretched wide as she takes him deeper, her moan vibrating around his length and making his hips jerk forward.
“Fuck,” Tyler groans, his fingers threading into her hair, guiding her, controlling the pace. “That’s my good girl. Just like that.”
Behind her, Brodie strokes up her spine, his calloused hands rough against her soft skin. His mouth trails over her shoulder, teeth scraping possessively before he soothes the spot with his tongue. “You ready for more, sweetheart?” he murmurs, voice a promise, a warning.
She nods, her body pliant and willing. “Yes.” The word is muffled around Tyler, but we all hear it and feel it in the way she shifts, her thighs shaking as she chases more.
I thrust up into her, deep and unrelenting, my hands firm on her hips, holding her still as she tries to move, trying to ride me harder.
My knot is catching, stretching her, locking her down onto me.
The pleasure is overwhelming, all-consuming, and I can barely keep my control as her body tightens around me.
“Take it, baby,” I rasp, as I bury myself inside her. “Take all of us.”
She moans, her whole body shuddering as she surrenders, and the vibration around Tyler makes him curse, his head tipping back, his control slipping fast. “Fuck, Soph. Just like that.”
Tyler’s grip tightens in Sophie’s hair as he thrusts one last time, his whole body going rigid as he spills deep into her mouth with a guttural groan.
I watch as she swallows him down, her throat working around him, her moan vibrating around his length and sending him shuddering, making her pussy flutter around me.
He pulls back slowly, breathing hard, and the second he does, I lose the last fraying thread of control I had left.
She gasps as I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her sweat-damp skin as I drive into her, each thrust deep and unrelenting. My knot is already swelling, locking me inside her, and she takes every inch of me with a desperate whimper, her body shaking as another orgasm overtakes her.
Fuck. She’s so tight, so slick, her walls clenching down around me, drawing me deeper, milking me until I’m groaning her name. With one more thrust, my knot is deep inside her, my back arching and locking up as I spill into her, filling her as my knot locks into place.
I grit my teeth, panting against her ear as I ride it out, holding her close, keeping her pinned between my body and the counter, my scent coating her, marking her as mine.
Sophie trembles, spent and undone, her breath coming in sharp, uneven pants as she sags against me, her body pliant, blissed-out.
Sophie pushes up on shaky arms, her breath still coming in soft, uneven pants. When she looks at me, her eyes are hazy, her lips swollen, her entire body flushed from pleasure. Blissed out and limp—but not sated. Not even close.
Before I can say a word, Brodie is there, his fingers threading into her hair as he captures her lips in a kiss, which is all tongue and need.
Sophie moans into his mouth, her body tightening around my knot like she’s trying to pull me even deeper, and fuck—I feel it.
The way she clenches down, the way her entire body responds to him, to me, to all of us.
She pulls back just enough to whisper against Brodie’s lips.
“More.”
That one word sends a bolt of heat straight through me because I know as soon as my knot deflates, as soon as I can pull out, she’ll be upstairs again—between them, between us—taking everything we have to give.
Brodie groans against her lips, his forehead pressing to hers as his hands slip to her waist, already guiding her up. “Then let’s go, sweetheart.”