19. Jake
19
JAKE
G race is flushed, her lips parted, eyes glazed over with need. She reaches for me, practically climbing up my body, her hands desperate as they grip my shoulders.
“Where’s your room, sweetheart?” I murmur, brushing my lips against her temple.
She barely manages to lift her hand, pointing in the direction of the hallway.
Rowan is already moving, arms wrapping around her, pulling her against his chest.
“I’ve got her,” he says, voice deep and steady, but I catch the tension in his jaw and the way his grip tightens around her.
I watch as he carries her off, her fingers curling into his shirt, body pliant against him. My own restraint is hanging by a thread.
The ache, the fucking pulse of need is unbearable.
My hand drops to my waistband, undoing the button, sliding inside. Just enough to cup myself, to relieve the pressure, but it’s not nearly enough.
I follow them into her bedroom, the low light casting shadows over the walls.
Rowan is already sitting on the edge of the bed, Grace straddling his lap, her hands in his hair as he coaxes a moan from her lips.
“So needy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her jaw. “Tell us what you want, Omega.”
She gasps, shuddering in his arms. “I need you. Both of you.”
I step forward, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “We know, sweetheart. We know you ache. We can help.”
“Knot me.”
Both Rowan and I freeze.
Her voice is wrecked, desperate, her thighs clenching tight around Rowan’s. He kisses the corner of her mouth, his grip firm on her waist.
“You sure?” His voice is low, rough.
She nods quickly. “I can’t—” Her breath catches. “I need it.”
I exhale, dragging a hand through my hair. “I’ve got piercings, sweetheart. For your first time, I think Rowan should start.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
Rowan’s already undressing her, his hands moving over her soft skin, his lips murmuring reassurance against her shoulder. She shivers—not from cold, but from anticipation.
“Will it hurt?” she asks, voice barely above a breath.
Rowan cups her face, kissing her softly. “Never. We’d never hurt you.”
She’s shaking, thighs trembling as he lays her back against the pillows. I kneel beside her, trailing my fingers down her arm, grounding her.
Rowan moves lower, his hands parting her legs as he kisses his way down, slow and deliberate.
Grace’s breath stutters, her body arching. She’s already soaked, already wrecked, and we’ve barely touched her.
Her hands fly to Rowan’s hair, pulling, gasping as he works her open. Her moans are breathless, her hips rolling up to meet his mouth.
“Rowan!” she cries out, back arching off the bed.
He pulls back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his gaze dark. “Come for me, Omega.”
She does, shuddering, falling apart in his arms.
He gathers her close, stroking her hair. “Such a good girl,” he murmurs.
Her eyes are wild, lips parted, her canines flashing as she pants through the aftershocks.
“Yes,” she moans.
Rowan shifts, his own restraint slipping as he undresses. His cock is thick, flushed, the need evident in the way he breathes, in the tension coiled in his muscles.
“You ready, sweetheart?” he asks.
She hesitates. “No.”
Rowan chuckles, leaning down to kiss her. “Then let’s get you ready.”
His fingers slide between her thighs again, stroking, teasing, rubbing until she’s whimpering, her hands clutching at the sheets.
Then he moves over her, positioning himself, pressing forward inch by inch until her breath catches.
I reach for her, cupping her jaw, pressing my lips to her forehead. “Breathe, sweetheart.”
She exhales shakily, body trembling.
Rowan groans, his grip tight on her waist as he pushes deeper, filling her completely.
Her whimper breaks into a moan, her hands clutching at my arms.
“That’s it,” Rowan murmurs, rolling his hips. “You take me so well.”
She gasps, her body tightening around him, her nails digging into my skin as she spirals higher.
“I thought…” she says with some wonder in her voice. “I thought it would… hurt.”
“This part,” Rowan says, his voice rough, “this part shouldn’t, but the knot might at first. I’ll try not to hurt you.”
“I need more,” she keens, pressing into him harder, lifting her hips. It’s all I can do not to come right away just watching her joined with him, looking at her seeking more, demanding his knot.
It’s sexy as hell.
“I’m so close,” she moans, her head falling back, her body lifting as the first waves of pleasure wash over her.
“I’m going to knot you, baby,” Rowan tells her, his voice rough as he tries to hold back, tries to spare her. His breath shudders, his hips snapping forward as his knot takes hold, locking them together.
She cries out, her eyes flying open in surprise for a moment. I hate the dismay in her gaze at the sharp twist of pain.
“It’s only like this the first time,” I soothe her, my fingers stroking her hair, my lips against her temple.
“There you go,” Rowan says gently to her as her body starts to relax around him. “Better?”
She nods, her expression smoothing out, the worry fading away. “Please,” she murmurs. “Please make me come.”
She lifts her hips again, wanting, and Rowan growls as he starts to move deeply within her.
The movements are small, all being locked inside her will allow, but she’s screaming like they are giving her more pleasure than anything else she’s ever experienced.
“Oh my god!” she gasps. “Oh, Rowan!”
“Come for me, baby,” he orders her, and as if she’s trained to orgasm on command, she shatters around his cock, crying out his name and whimpering, washing him with her slick.
“That’s our girl,” I whisper as she shakes and moans, clinging to Rowan’s hard body.
He groans out his own release, his head bowing forward, his forearms trembling.
I kiss Grace’s cheek fondly despite the throbbing of my erection. She’s boneless, exhausted, her body completely spent.
And fuck, she’s perfect.
Rowan rolls them onto their sides, still knotted tightly within her.
It could take a bit for his knot to release and his arms are shaking so much that there was no way he was going to be able to balance over her for much longer.
Rowan exhales, running a hand down her back as she snuggles closer, her breath evening out.
“She’s out,” he murmurs, voice quieter now.
I watch her, the way her lips part slightly as soft little snores slip out. She looks… peaceful. The most relaxed I’ve seen her in days.
“You good?” Rowan asks, glancing at me.
I nod, stretching my arms over my head. “Yeah. You?”
He shifts slightly, careful not to wake her. “Fine.” A pause. “Think she’s okay?”
I stroke a hand down her spine, watching the slow rise and fall of her breathing. “I think so.”
Rowan hesitates, like he’s debating saying something, then sighs. “I’m actually a little concerned about how often she’s been going into heat. This isn’t normal. Hopefully this helps.”
I frown. “You think something’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. Could be stress. Could be something else. We should keep an eye on her.”
I nod. That’s not exactly reassuring, but at least we’re on the same page.
There’s a beat of silence before I clear my throat. “We should probably talk about what we walked in on with Ash.”
Rowan groans. “Yeah, I was hoping to just pretend that didn’t happen.”
I snort. “Yeah? Not an option.”
He rubs a hand over his face. “As much as I hate to admit it… there’s something there.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Between you and Ash? I didn’t know you swung that way.”
“Between them,” he corrects. “I’ve spent the last few days around him, and he’s not as bad as I thought. Don’t get me wrong, he’s still a weirdo from the city, but… he cares about her.”
I let that settle for a second.
I don’t know that I like Ash. But I saw the way he looked at her and the way she looked at him. And I can’t ignore that.
“So what? We just roll with it?” I ask.
Rowan exhales. “We let her wake up and make the decision.”
“Fair.”
He shifts slightly, wincing as he’s still locked inside her. “Think you can grill something for lunch? I’m kinda stuck here.”
I huff out a laugh, pushing to my feet. “Yeah, sure. You want anything specific?”
“Surprise me.”
I take a step toward the door, then hesitate. “What’s it feel like?”
He lifts a brow. “What?”
“The knot. Being, y’know… stuck.”
Rowan smirks, shaking his head. “It’s… intense. Good. A little overwhelming, but in a way that just makes you wanna do it again.”
He glances down at Grace, stroking her back. “Especially with her.”
A flicker of something tugs at my chest. It’s not jealousy and it’s not resentment. Just—anticipation.
“Thanks for letting me do it,” Rowan says after a beat.
I roll my eyes. “We’re in this together, man. No point in being weird about it.”
He nods, then shifts again, adjusting her weight. “All right. Go cook something before I start getting hangry and take it out on you.”
I chuckle, heading toward the kitchen.
I walk in and scan the nearly empty fridge. The cabinets aren’t much better. She has the essentials—coffee, protein bars, some instant noodles—but not much else.
“Jesus, Grace,” I mutter, making a mental note to go grocery shopping tomorrow.
I take out my phone and place an order. By the time the food arrives, both Rowan and Grace are asleep.
I think back to the past hour. To the way Rowan touched her. To the way she melted under him.
And fuck if I’m not looking forward to my turn.
* * *
A shift of warmth and movement pulls me from sleep. My arms are heavy, my body relaxed, but there’s something—someone—pressing against me.
I blink, adjusting to the dim light of the living room. She’s in my lap, straddling me, her hands skating down my chest.
“Hey, baby,” I murmur, voice still thick from sleep.
She smiles, slow and teasing. “Hey.”
I glance toward the hallway. “Where’s Rowan?”
“Still sleeping,” she says, fingers slipping under the hem of my shirt, nails dragging lightly over my skin.
I exhale a slow breath. “And you? You still in heat?”
She shakes her head, then tilts it. “Maybe. But mostly, I thought sex was supposed to be fun. You said so yourself.”
That makes me chuckle. “Yeah, I did say that.” My hands settle on her hips, fingers tracing soft, warm skin. “You sore?”
“A little,” she admits, “but I want you.”
Her words make my stomach tighten.
I sit up, sliding my hands up her back, fingers pressing into the soft flesh as I pull her closer. “I’ll be gentle with you.”
She leans in, pressing her lips to mine, slow and searching, her body molding against me.
I tilt my head, deepening the kiss, savoring the warmth of her mouth and the little sigh she gives as I hold her tighter.
My hands move, skimming up her sides, tracing every inch of her, mapping her curves as she shifts against me.
I groan softly, head tipping back as she kisses along my jaw, then lower, dragging her lips over my throat.
The sensation sends heat racing through me, my grip tightening on her hips as she works my pants down.
My breath stutters when she wraps her fingers around me, teasing, testing, stroking just enough to make me twitch beneath her touch.
“You’re trouble,” I groan against her lips.
She grins. “You like it.”
I do. God, I do.
We only shed the essentials clothing-wise, urgency coming over us the more we touch. I feel like I’m going to die if I don’t get inside of her.
“Should we… like…?” She gestures to our position, and I nod.
She gives me a little smile and lifts herself up, making space to position herself above me.
The light over the oven causes my piercings to twinkle in the dim area around the couch. I hope they won’t be too much for her.
She sinks onto me slowly, her breath hitching, fingers curling into my shoulders. My hands tighten on her waist, holding her steady, feeling every inch of her warmth.
She shudders, gasping softly, her body stretching, adjusting, taking me in. I grip her hips, steadying her. “You okay?”
She nods, biting her lip, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she starts to move, rolling her hips in slow, teasing motions.
I groan, my fingers digging into her skin. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”
She hums in pleasure, her hands clutching my shoulders as she moves. Every shift, every press of her body, sends fire licking down my spine.
“Oh my god, the piercings,” she says on a moan. “God, that feels good.”
“Told you,” I whisper to her, lifting up to meet her movements, encouraging her to move faster.
A voice breaks through the haze. “Now that’s a sight to walk into.”
I glance up to see Rowan leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips.
I arch a brow. “Thought you were asleep.”
“Just woke up,” he says, dragging a hand through his hair. His gaze flicks to her, watching the way she moves, the way her breath stutters when I thrust up into her.
She makes a soft noise, head tipping back, hands gripping my wrists where I hold her. “Jake,” she gasps.
I reach up, cupping her cheek, guiding her lips back to mine. “You close, baby?”
She nods frantically. “Feels so good. I don’t know why I?—”
I cut her off with another kiss, swallowing her moan. “We’re here to take care of you.”
Rowan chuckles, making his way to the kitchen. “You two have fun. I’m eating my damn food.”
Her laugh is breathless, her body tight around mine, pleasure building fast. “Are you going to knot me?” she gasps out, pumping her body up and down harder.
“Not like this,” I say to her, lifting her off of me.
She whimpers in protest, immediately clenching her thighs together, seeking release. I tug her by her hand and help her to get onto her hands and knees.
I shift her position slightly and immediately thrust into her again, filling her to the brim.
“Jake!” she screams, her pussy pulsing as her orgasm starts to hover.
“Ready for the knot?” I ask her, pumping deeper and deeper inside of her.
“God, yes,” she says back to me, her voice rough with desire. The sound of it is enough to cause my knot to lock us together with a solid yank, and I moan at the friction, at the intense pleasure.
“Jake, Jake, Jake!” she says, gasping as she presses back into me once, twice, three times, before falling apart with a loud scream and a gush of slick.
I groan, holding her tighter as she pushes me over the edge, dragging me down with her. I shout with pleasure as I come, and come, and come.
I have wanted her for so long, and it’s finally happened. I’ve finally gotten to knot the Omega of my dreams.
We collapse together, bodies tangled, breath mingling, warmth settling between us.
I spoon her back against me, my knot locking us firmly together as little aftershocks of pleasure race through me.
Rowan wanders back, plate in hand, shaking his head. “You two look… cozy”
She giggles, stretching, her body still pressed against mine.
He settles beside us, passing her a piece of bacon. “Eat, Omega. You need your strength.”
She takes a bite, humming in satisfaction. I watch her, my fingers tracing circles on her hip, already thinking about the next time I get to have her like this.
Rowan nudges her playfully. “So, about Ash.”
She blinks at him sleepily, wiggling a little. My cock responds with a resounding twitch and we both laugh lightly.
“Ash?” she says with some confusion.
“You came into heat because you spent time with him. That has to mean something,” Rowan says, passing her another piece of bacon.
Her expression shifts, turning thoughtful. “I don’t know. I’m not sure what I feel, but I’ll talk to him.”
He nods. “Good.”
“It seems like…” She hesitates, biting her lower lip. She cranes around to look at me over her shoulder. “It seems like you guys don’t like him.”
We exchange a look, and then we both shrug. I’d laugh if I didn’t think it would make her annoyed at us.
“He’s just not from here,” I say, “and he’s got a weird job… I dunno.”
“He’s better company than I expected,” Rowan admits. “He might be okay after all.”
“We just want what’s best for you,” I tell her, kissing the nape of her neck.
I feel my knot slipping as we talk, and I slide out of her regretfully.
I stretch, rolling my shoulders. “All right. You two eat. I’ll clean up.”
Rowan watches me stand, smirking. “You gonna carry her to the bedroom after, or should I?
She perks up. “Oh, I wanna be carried.”
I grin. “Oh we got you, baby.”
She squeals as Rowan scoops her up, her laughter echoing through the house as he carries her back to bed.