Chapter Twenty Seven
“More,” I begged weakly as Maverick eked another orgasm out of my already shuddering body.
I had lost count in the haze of my heat, but that didn’t matter. My body wanted more and my alpha was supposed to give it to me.
“I have no more to give, Len,” he groaned. “I’ve knotted you this time, remember?”
I glanced down to where our bodies were connected, wiggling my hips and shuddering when I realized the ring of his knot was indeed locked inside of me.
“More,” I pleaded, my skin feeling like it was still on fire.
I wasn’t sure how long we’d been in my nest. I knew we’d gone from his lap, to all four with him behind me, then to face to face, but I was sure there was more in between where my memory faded into the blaze of my heat.
Maverick’s fingers snuck down in between us, his thumb rubbing circles on my sensitive clit as he soothed me toward another orgasm, my toes curling as I came around his knot and he jerked along with me, spilling more seed deep inside.
Maverick looked up at me a few moments later, his honey brown eyes looking exhausted. “You still want more, don’t you?”
I nodded pitifully.
He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Now I understand why they say packs are best for omegas. You’re about to run my cock bloody, Len.”
Reaching over to his pants that were woven into my nest, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and texted someone.
Then he threw the phone and snuggled me close, his vanilla bourbon scent doing little to calm the raging fire inside of me.
A few minutes later the door opened and I heard Zeke’s voice echo throughout the room.
“Help is on the way, dear!” he called as the curtains were pushed aside and Zeke stood carrying a tray of food and wearing a maniacal grin that faltered as soon as he caught a whiff of our combined scents inside of the nest. “Whew, holy shit. That’s a straight shot of sex to the veins.
Please excuse my instant hard on, you guys. ”
“Can I also excuse the cringey Mrs. Doubtfire reference as well?” Maverick grumbled as he sat up, pulling me with him as his knot seemed to finally deflate enough for us to separate.
“That’s an American classic, you ingrate,” Zeke sniffed as he chucked a water bottle at Maverick’s head and the alpha caught it easily.
He turned to me, his eyes taking in my probably flushed appearance. “How you feeling, honey?”
I looked him up and down wordlessly.
He’d changed into a pair of gray sweatpants that were doing little to hide the erection that our scents had caused and a white t-shirt that clung to his trim frame.
My head tilted as the need rose up in my stomach again and my insides began to twist and burn. “Hungry.”
Zeke smiled and held up his tray. “Well, that’s good because I’ve got charcuterie.”
“That’s not the kind of hungry she’s talking about, man,” Maverick said with a snort before he turned to me, holding out the water bottle. “But you should at least drink some water.”
I shook my head.
“That wasn’t a request, omega.”
Maverick uncapped the water and chugged some before tilting my chin and pressing his lips to mine.
I protested at first, my inner omega urging me to fight against the alpha, knowing whatever punishment he would give would be delicious, but then the cool water hit my throat and the relief it brought was worth the surrender.
Maverick continued to do that until the bottle was empty and I was leaning against him, ready for more as my eyes drifted over to Zeke who was watching us with open-mouthed awe.
“Aren’t you going to come inside, alpha?” I asked, my voice a whisper.
“Can I?” he asked, the charcuterie tray all but forgotten on the floor next to the bed as he yanked his shirt over his head.
I glanced up at Maverick, worried for a moment that he would feel territorial about being in the same bed as another alpha.
But Maverick seemed unperturbed by it as he watched his friend undress dispassionately. “You can but you have to do it the right way.”
“The right way?” Zeke asked with a frown. “What’s the right way?”
Maverick frowned like he was an idiot. “You know: ‘may I enter your nest, omega?’ Come on, dude, did you listen at all in high school during our designation classes?”
“Uh, no, I didn’t. I wasn’t a nerd like you,” Zeke teased as he dropped his sweatpants and suddenly my attention was more on what was between his legs and less on their banter.
Zeke’s length was more slender than Maverick’s cock, but just as long and it stood at attention like it was waiting for me to notice it and notice it I did. My skin seemed to light on fire as I stared at it with an intensity that both alphas soon realized.
“Uhh… Lennon?” Zeke asked.
Maverick waved a hand in front of my face, but I was too busy imagining all of the things he could do with the length of his cock to care about either of the alphas.
“Aaand she’s gone again,” I heard Maverick rumble behind me with a chuckle. “You may as well come in at this point.”
Zeke didn’t need to be told twice and suddenly I was enveloped in his fruity champagne scent as he pulled me up and into his arms.
“Gods she smells good,” he groaned, burying his face in my neck, right underneath my jaw.
My hands are already sliding up his smooth back and into his black hair as we writhed together on the rumpled sheets of my nest, just feeling the smooth expanse of each other’s skin for just a moment.
Up to this point most of what we had done prior to the hotel bathroom earlier this evening had been over-the-clothes fondling like we were a pair of teenagers, so it was nice to be able to feel him like this.
“Do you like the way he feels, Lennon?” Maverick’s voice came from behind Zeke and I lifted my head to find him reclined against the headboard of the nest, just watching us with a keen interest that I could feel through our shared bond.
I nodded, my fingers dancing down the smooth expanse of Zeke’s back, marveling at just how soft it felt. “Feels good.”
Then Zeke’s mouth found mine, cutting my words off. It was clear he wanted me to pay attention only to him right now and my body tingled at the sheer possessiveness of it.
His tongue slid hungrily along mine and I shivered, feeling the heat twisting inside of me, craving and needing to be filled by him. I wanted him to scratch me, to slam his cock inside of me and knot me before clamping his teeth onto my body and mark me as his.
Pulling my mouth away from his, I gripped his face in my hands so we were looking into each other’s eyes. “I need you alpha, now. Please fuck me.”
Zeke’s dark eyes tightened in the corners like he was fighting against his instincts, wanting to take things slower than I could stand right now.
I nipped at the corner of his jaw. “Let go, Zeke. Just love me now.”
Reaching down, I gripped his silky smooth cock and gave it a hard jerk, making his hips thrust forward.
“She’ll keep toying with you until you do what she wants,” Maverick called from where he was still resting. “She’s really stubborn when it comes to sex.”
I didn’t disagree as I sat up on my knees and pushed Zeke onto his back.
He looked like some kind of a god sprawled out in front of me with one arm thrown over his head, his dark eyes heavily lidded as he stared up at me in the dim light of the nest. Zeke was a beautiful man… and he was all mine. No other woman would ever be able to touch him.
A surge of territorial desire filled me as I slung a leg over his stomach and slid down until I felt the slick folds of my pussy push up against the length of his cock.
It twitched behind me as his hips jerked, the veins sliding up against my sensitive clit and sending little shockwaves of pleasure tingling down to my toes.
“I think we’re forgetting who’s supposed to be the alpha here, honey,” Zeke grunted as I shamelessly rubbed myself against him.
“Well, you were going too slow,” I told him pertly, my fingers curling on his chest over his nipples, pinching them in between my knuckles.
“Sorry,” he apologized sheepishly before flipping us around so I was the one lying flat on the bed again. “I promise not to go slow anymore as long as you let me take care of you, okay?”
I nodded once, gasping when he buried his hand in between my thighs just like he had in the hotel bathroom earlier.
“No,” I cried impatiently despite the tingling sensation his fingers were creating on my clit. “I want your cock.”
“This is payback,” he told me softly. “Now you have to be patient.”
He slid one, two, three fingers easily inside of me and stretched the soaked entrance of my pussy with ease and I bucked against the palm of his hand as my eyes flew to the ceiling.
I could feel Maverick’s amusement through the bond and I gave it a hard yank, trying to scold him for enjoying the torture his friend was doing to me while he watched.
“She likes that, Z,” he said as Zeke kissed his way down my neck and breasts.
‘Traitor,’ I mouthed at him, vowing to give his cock a little bite the next chance I got.
“Flip onto your stomach, honey,” Zeke commanded gently, withdrawing his fingers and giving my hip a tap.
I complied and as soon as I did I felt his body slip along mine, pressing me into the soft mattress as his cock slipped in between my thighs.
Zeke’s hands slipped up to push mine up the bed, his fingers threading through mine. “Every time I thrust, omega, I want you to give my fingers a squeeze. Do you understand?”
I turned my face so I could look at him over my shoulder. There wasn’t a hint of the soft, gentle alpha I had come to know. This Zeke was in charge and he had given me a clear directive.
“I understand, alpha.”
I felt him shiver above me.
Then the head of his cock was parting the folds of the entrance of my pussy and he was pushing inside.
He was so deep. I didn’t think this position would have allowed him to go this deep but it had and the angle of it was pressing on a particularly sensitive spot at the front of my insides that made my hips jerk underneath him.
“Squeeze, Lennon.”