Chapter 36 #2
"Lie down," Cliff murmurs, his hands gentle as he helps Adam onto his side. “Let us fix you.”
Raff moves behind Adam, spooning against his back while Cliff faces him from the front. They handle him like he’s precious cargo, positioning him so he's protected between their big bodies.
Adam whimpers as another cramp hits, his body trembling violently.
"Shh," Raff whispers against his neck, his lips brushing the sensitive skin. "We're here now. We'll make it better." His hand slides down Adam's side, over his hip, to grip his cock.
Cliff lowers his head, capturing Adam's mouth in a deep kiss. I watch as Adam responds eagerly, his hands coming up to tangle in Cliff's hair. Raff's mouth moves along Adam's shoulder, kissing and licking his way down to where it meets his neck.
Adam moans into Cliff's mouth as Raff begins to stroke him, slow and steady. The omega’s hips buck forward, seeking more friction.
"Like that, omega?" Raff murmurs against his skin. "Does that feel better?"
Adam can only pant in response, his body arching between them. Cliff's mouth moves to Adam's chest, his tongue circling one nipple before closing over it. Adam's back arches off the bed, a strangled sound tearing from his throat.
"Look at you," Cliff growls against his skin. "So fucking perfect."
My own body responds to the scene before me.
Heat pools in my belly and slick soaks through my leggings.
I press my thighs together, but it's no use.
The scent of three aroused males fills the room, mingling with Adam's omega pheromones, and my body is winding up despite my best efforts to remain in control.
Perrin shifts next to me, and I realize he's facing me. I turn to look at the beta, and his eyes drop to where my thighs are pressed together, then back to my face.
"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, his voice barely audible over the sounds coming from the bed.
"I'm fine," I lie, my cheeks flushing with heat.
Perrin hesitates, then says, "Do you…” He takes a breath. “Do you need me to tend to you?”
The question sends electricity through me. Tend to you. Like I'm in heat too. Like he sees what's happening to my body and wants to help. My heart flutters at the thought of Perrin touching me, of his hands on my skin, of his mouth on mine.
Before I can answer, a particularly loud cry from Adam draws our attention back to the bed. Raff has shifted, sitting with his long legs stretched out in front of him. He pulls Adam into his lap, positioning the omega to face Cliff with his legs spread wide.
"Ready?" Raff asks, his voice rough with desire as he grips Adam's hips.
Adam nods, his face scrunched in pain. "Yes," he whimpers. "Please."
Raff lowers the omega down onto his cock, and Adam cries out, his body tensing as he's slowly impaled. Raff stills once he's fully inside, giving Adam time to adjust.
"God," Raff groans. "You are so fucking wet.”
Then he begins to move.
Raff's hands grip Adam's hips, controlling the rhythm as he forces the omega to bounce on his cock. Each downward movement is deliberate, drawing out the moment until Adam is fully seated before lifting him again.
Adam's hard cock slaps against his stomach, a lewd wet sound that makes my body clench in response.
I can see how thoroughly wrecked Adam already is.
His face is flushed, lips swollen from kissing, and eyes glazed with a feverish heat. Slick pours from him, coating Raff's cock and dripping onto the sheets below.
Cliff's intense gaze follows the movement of Adam's cock, his dark eyes flashing with hunger. I watch as the pack alpha’s tongue slips out, wetting his lips slowly.
The scent in the room is intoxicating—Adam's wild omega pheromones mixed with the aroused alpha scents of Cliff and Raff. It's making me dizzy, making me respond in ways I can't control. My clit is throbbing in time to Raff’s thrusts, and I clench my thighs tight, trying to find some relief.
“That’s it,” Raff hums as Cliff leans forward and captures the tip of Adam's cock in his mouth. “Suck that omega cock.”
I watch, mesmerized, as Cliff's head bobs slightly, his cheeks hollowing as he sucks gently.
Adam's eyes roll into the back of his head, a strangled cry tearing from his throat as his hips jerk forward.
I watch as his cock pulses against Cliff's tongue, thick streams of white gathering around the alpha's mouth.
Cliff's hands come up to grip Adam's thighs, holding him steady as he swallows every drop, his throat working with each gulp.
When Cliff pulls off, it's with a wet, obscene popping sound that flushes me with heat. A single drop of cum escapes from the corner of Cliff's mouth, and he catches it with his thumb, sucking it clean without breaking eye contact with me.
"Fuck," Raff groans from behind Adam, his hips still moving.
Adam can only whimper in response, his body trembling with aftershocks. His head lolls back against Raff's shoulder, completely boneless and sated.
But I know it's not over.
Not by a long shot.
Cliff moves closer, positioning himself right between both Raff's and Adam's spread legs. My breath hitches as he grips the base of his thick, alpha cock, lining it up with Adam's already-stretched entrance.
My eyes go wide, remembering the glorious feeling of having both their cocks inside me. The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming pleasure. A sharp slip of jealousy moves through me as Cliff shoves himself into Adam's body in one smooth, relentless thrust.
Adam screams, his body arching as both cocks stuff him impossibly full. The sound is beautiful and raw, and it sends a jolt straight through me.
Slick pours from my pussy as my body responds to the scene before me.
"Such a good boy," Cliff growls, his voice thick with possession as he thrusts. "Taking both of us so well. Our omega, stretched around two cocks."
Raff groans against Adam's neck, his hips bucking upward to meet Cliff's movements. "I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
Without thinking, my hand flies out and I grab Perrin’s arm, pulling him toward me.
I kiss the beta hard, my tongue plunging into his mouth as my hands fumble with his shirt, pulling at the hem, desperate to feel his skin touching mine.
But Perrin isn't timid this time.
In fact, he moves with confidence, breaking our kiss long enough to yank his shirt over his head. Then he's pulling mine off too, his hands warm and sure against my skin.
Then, in one perfect movement, pushes his hand into my waistband, his fingers sliding through my wetness before finding my clit.
I gasp against his mouth as he circles the sensitive bundle of nerves, his touch sending sparks through me. His other hand grips my hip, pulling me closer as he continues to finger me, his movements sure despite his usual shyness.
"Like this?" he murmurs against my ear. "Does it feel good?"
I can only nod, my body arching against his hand as pleasure builds rapidly. The sounds from the bed fill the room. Wet sex, Adam's cries, Cliff's growls, and Raff's groans. They all add to my arousal.
Perrin's fingers move faster, sliding inside me, curling just right, and an orgasm rips through me so fast I struggle to stay upright.
Perrin holds me through it, his arms wrapped around me, until the waves subside and I'm left trembling and breathless. Then he's kissing me again, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the raw intensity happening only feet away.
Adam lets out a broken noise, and I turn my head in time to see both Raff and Cliff bite down on either side of the omega’s neck, re-marking him at the same time. Adam's body twitches violently, then goes completely limp as he passes out. But Cliff and Raff keep thrusting.
"Can he take two knots?" Perrin whispers, turning back to me.
Our eyes meet, and intense desire moves through me so fast I don't have time to brace for it.
The room is saturated. Slick and sweat and the raw, overwhelming scent of a fresh omega in heat, layered over two aroused alphas.
But my body doesn't care about anything except the beta whose hand is still down my pants, his fingers tracing my clit with a tenderness that was sweet ten seconds ago but is now making me want to lose my mind.
I need more. Now.
“Perrin," I practically snarl his name. "Fuck me."
Perrin goes completely still for exactly one second.
His beautiful eyes search my face, and I see the moment the shock wears off, like a wave breaking and receding, leaving something else entirely in its wake.
And then Perrin lets go.
He grabs me by the waist with both hands, then his mouth coming down on mine with a certainty that I have never felt from him before. No hesitation. No careful, considered restraint. Just Perrin, all of him, finally deciding that he's done thinking about it.
His hands find the waistband of my leggings. He drags them down in one smooth motion, dropping to his knees in front of me to pull them free. Then he looks up at me from the floor, his honey-brown eyes dark and certain, his curls falling across his forehead, his chest bare and heaving.
"Hold on to something," he says, his voice so low I barely catch it.
My hands find his shoulders as his mouth finds me.
Perrin's hands slide up the backs of my thighs and he lifts my leg without warning, hooking it over his shoulder with a confidence that sends a fresh rush of slick pouring from me.
The new angle opens me up completely, and his mouth finds my clit with a focused, devastating precision that makes my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud.
My fingers twist in his curls and hold on.
I have a perfect, unobstructed view of the bed.
Cliff and Raff are still moving, their rhythm slow and grinding now, working through the resistance of their swelling knots. Adam is completely limp between them, his lean body utterly surrendered, his face slack and peaceful in a way it hasn't been in days.
His pain is gone.
Everything is gone.
Just the deep, boneless relief of an omega finally, completely tended to.
Cliff's jaw is tight, his hands so careful on Adam's hips despite everything, and Raff has his face pressed into the curve of Adam's neck, his shoulders shaking slightly with the effort of holding back.
It's the most intimate thing I've ever seen.
Perrin's tongue does something that blurs my vision for a full second, and I look down at him, at his eyes closed and his hands gripping my thighs like he's never letting go.
My orgasm builds fast and mercilessly, coiling tight at the base of my spine, and Perrin doesn't ease up for a single second.
His tongue works me with a focused, relentless patience of a man completely without mercy, and when I finally break it crashes over me in long, rolling waves that steal every sound I have.
My leg shakes over his shoulder and my fingers pull hard in his hair as I come apart against his face.
My perfect beta works me through every last pulse of my pleasure, unhurried, his hands warm and steady on my hips until I finally stop shaking.
Then he pulls back, lowers my leg carefully from his shoulder, and stands.
He doesn't say anything.
He simply looks at me for one brief, burning second, his lips wet, his chest heaving, and his eyes so dark they're nearly black. Then he bends, hooks one arm under my knees and the other around my back, and picks me up like I weigh nothing.
I grab his shoulders, startled. "Perrin—"
He's already moving toward the bed, where Cliff and Raff are tending to Adam.
He carries me across the room, his jaw set and his eyes fixed on the mattress ahead of him, and I look up at his face and feel something warm and wild bloom open in my chest.
Perrin sets me down on the edge of the nest, his hands gentle despite everything, and the warmth of the bed and the combined scents of the pack wrap around me all at once.
Cliff's dark chocolate and cedar. Raff's sage and sunflowers.
Adam's new, sweet omega scent still saturating every fiber of every blanket.
And underneath all of it, Perrin. Warm fabric and citrus and something uniquely, wonderfully him.
I reach for him before he's even straightened up.
He looks down at me for one second, his chest heaving and his eyes very dark, and then he reaches down and shoves his pants off in one motion, kicking them aside without looking where they land.
He's beautiful.
Broad and solid and flushed, and looking at me like I'm the only thing in the room worth looking at.
He lowers himself over me slowly, his forearms bracketing my head, and I pull him down the rest of the way by the back of his neck.
"Perrin," I breathe as I wrap my legs around his waist.
"I’ve got you, omega.”
Then he pushes inside me in one slow, steady stroke. His beta cock breaches me with a gentle stretch, not as thick as an alpha's but still filling me perfectly. The sensation is exquisite—less overwhelming than Cliff or Raff, but just as good.
I tilt my hips as he sinks deeper. His hips fall flush with mine, and one of his hands finds my breast, squeezing gently. His thumb brushes over my nipple until it pebbles beneath his touch.
“Oh my,” Perrin breathes. His eyes are closed, almost like he’s savoring the feel of me.
And I love it.
We both go completely still for a moment, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together, his eyes closed. I can feel every inch of him inside me, warm and hard and right where I need him.
When he moves, I stop thinking about anything at all.