Chapter 37
In Heaven
Perrin
God, I love women.
And I forgot how much.
My love for them got a little lost in the years of learning how to let two alphas love me and figuring out how to love them back. Somewhere along the way, I stopped thinking about everyone else.
But right now, with Elowen's soft warm body beneath me and her wet heat gripping me so perfectly, I have to press my forehead to her shoulder to remember how to breathe.
Fuck, I've missed this.
The softness of a woman.
The specific, devastating warmth of her.
The way she moves differently than Cliff or Raff, all curves and give and soft skin.
Elowen fits around me like she was made for me, her hips tilting up to meet mine, her breath catching on every stroke.
"Perrin," she breathes against my ear, and the sound of my name in her mouth makes the back of my thighs tingle.
I lift my head and look at her.
Her dark hair is spread across the blankets, her lips parted, and her eyes are half closed.
"You feel incredible," I say, and my voice comes out rougher than I intend.
Her hands slide up my back and into my hair, her fingers curling at the base of my skull, and she pulls me down and kisses me. Slow and deep, her hips rolling up to meet mine in a building rhythm.
I groan into her mouth.
Somewhere beside us, Raff makes a low sound that tells me he's watching.
The bed shifts.
A warm, heavy presence settles in behind me, and before I've even fully registered it, two big hands find my hips. The grip is firm and wonderfully familiar.
Cliff.
My rhythm falters for half a second, and a full-body shiver moves through me as Cliff squeezes my ass. Elowen makes a soft sound beneath me, her hands tightening in my hair, pulling me back into motion, and I obey without thinking.
Then Cliff moves over my back.
His chest is warm against my spine, his weight settling over me slowly. His lips find the curve of my ear, and when he speaks, his voice is a throaty purr.
"There he is," he murmurs. "There's my good boy."
My body thrums from head to toe.
Whatever she sees there makes her bite her lower lip. Then she pulls me down by the back of my neck, and she kisses me hard.
"My perfect mates," Cliff snarls against my ear, the word barely recognizable as language. "I'm going to fuck this ass while you fill her up.”
His hands find my ass and he doesn't waste time, pushing one slick finger inside me. He’s almost frantic as he pumps, prepping me as fast as he can.
A sound comes out of him that isn't quite a word. He's too far gone for words. "Yes," he growls, and Elowen’s pussy clenches on my shaft.
"That’s it," Cliff murmurs, pumping his finger in and out. "Open up for me."
I try to relax, I really do, but my body is trembling with anticipation.
Cliff adds a second finger, stretching me wider. The dual sensations of Elowen's wet heat and Cliff's fingers working my ass is almost too much.
"Please," I gasp against Elowen's lips, not even sure what I'm begging for.
Cliff's fingers withdraw, leaving me empty for a moment. Then something much larger presses against my entrance. His cock. Big, thick, and rock-hard.
"Look at me," Elowen whispers as her hands come up to cup my face. "I want to watch you."
I force my eyes open as Cliff pushes inside me. The stretch is intense, burning in the best way. My eyes squeeze shut as he breaches me, filling me inch by inch until he's fully seated.
"Breathe," Elowen murmurs, her thumbs stroking my cheeks. "Just breathe, Perrin."
I try, but my body is trembling uncontrollably. The feeling of being so full. Elowen's soft pussy and Cliff's hard cock is overwhelming.
Then Cliff starts to move.
His first thrust forces me deeper into Elowen, drawing a gasp from both of us. He sets a slow, steady rhythm, each snap of his hips pushing me into her, then pulling me back onto his cock.
A soft moan escapes Elowen's lips, her eyes floating closed, and the little smile on her face has gone slack and dreamy in a way that tells me she's not fully here anymore. The pheromones in this room are doing something to her, pulling her under.
Cliff's thick length stretches me wide, the sounds of our bodies moving together fill the room. Every thrust sends jolts of electricity through me, my body caught between the soft warmth beneath me and the powerful presence behind me.
"Fuck," I groan, my head dropping to Elowen's shoulder.
Between the scent of Adam's heat, Elle’s warmth, and two alphas in full rut saturating every inch of this room, the air itself feels thick and alive.
My beta nose isn't built to process this much at once, but even I'm starting to feel the edges of it. It’s like a low buzzing warmth, sitting right beneath my skin.
It's not consuming me the way it's consuming them.
I can still think.
I can still feel every sensation with full clarity.
Which means I get to feel all of this, completely and without the blissful buffer of rut or heat stealing the edges off.
And I'm not sure if that's a blessing or a curse.
"Good boy," Cliff growls, his hands gripping my hips tighter as he speeds up. "Taking me so well while you fuck our omega."
Each thrust of his thick cock drags against my sensitive walls, stretching me wide before pulling back almost completely, only to drive deep again. The friction is exquisite, a perfect burn that makes my own cock ache with need.
Elowen's hands slide down my back, her nails digging into my skin as she meets my thrusts. The three of us move together, a perfect rhythm of give and take, pleasure building with each movement until I'm not sure where I end and they begin.
"I'm close," I gasp, my body trembling on the edge of release.
"Now," Cliff snarls, his hips driving forward. That's all he says. That's all he has.
His words push me over, and I shatter between them, my body convulsing as pleasure crashes through me. Elowen follows with a cry, her inner walls clamping down around my cock, and Cliff buries himself deep, grinding into me.
I drop my forehead to Elowen's shoulder and breathe, my body trembling with the aftershocks, every muscle wrung out and useless.
Her chest is still heaving beneath mine, her heart hammering against my ribs where we're pressed together, and after a moment her hand finds my hair. Her fingers move through it slowly, pushing the damp curls back from my forehead with a tenderness that makes my chest ache in the best possible way.
“You okay?” she whispers, but all I can do is hum in response.
Behind me, Cliff is very still, his thick cock still seated deep inside my body and one hand spread flat between my shoulder blades. He's not moving. Just waiting. Letting everything settle.
I could stay here forever.
The bed shifts somewhere next to me, and I lift my head, watching as Raff moves.
He handles Adam with a gentleness that doesn't match his size. His big hands are careful as he repositions the unconscious omega onto his stomach. Adam doesn't stir. He's completely out, his face slack against the sheets.
Raff takes his time, spreading Adam's ass cheeks, revealing his slick, stretched hole. Even from here I can see how puffy and gaping he is, abused from taking two knots.
Moving slowly, Raff positions his thick cock at the entrance, then pushes in with one smooth, relentless stroke. Adam's body yields easily, taking Raff's length without any resistance.
My tattooed mate moves his hips, thrusting in a steady rhythm that makes the bed rock beneath us. The wet sounds of fucking fill the room—slap, slap, slap—as Raff's balls slap against Adam's skin with each thrust.
I watch for a moment, well aware that some people would find this strange.
That watching my brother get fucked should feel wrong, but it doesn't.
It feels like exactly what it is—Raff’s alpha biology overriding everything else to soothe an omega in pain. Even passed out, Adam's body is responding, the involuntary tremors in his limbs smoothing out under the rhythm of Raff's thrusts.
It's pure instinct, an alpha rutting into his mate to force the distress out of his system through pure dominance.
Every thrust makes the flush in Adam’s skin even out, the tight lines of agony around his eyes finally relaxing.
I watch Raff's hand smooth up Adam's spine, slow and certain, and feel something in my chest settle.
His lean muscle and dark tattoos, coupled with the way he carries himself, is beyond sexy. But watching him now, his broad back shifting with every movement, the dark lines of ink catching the low light, his complete and focused attention on the omega beneath him, it's something else entirely.
Behind me, Cliff pulls out slowly.
Then I feel Cliff's hands immediately check me over the way he always does after we’ve made love.
He spreads my ass, his thumbs parting me gently as he examines my hole, making sure I'm not hurt.
He touches the rim, then dips one finger inside me before pressing a single kiss to the center of my spine.
Then he shifts, moving around us both, and I roll to one side to give him room.
The pack alpha reaches for Elowen as he lies down, pulling her up and over until she's straddling him.
She goes without resistance, her dark hair falling around her face, her eyes glassy and half closed in a way that tells me she stopped making conscious decisions about twenty minutes ago. Her body is running on something older and deeper than thought.
Cliff doesn't even have to guide her. He simply grips the base of his thick cock, glistening with slick and cum, and she eagerly sinks down inch by inch.
A soft broken sound pushes from her throat, part pleasure, part surrender.
Her thighs tremble as she takes him, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
Once she's fully seated, her head falls back, exposing the elegant line of her throat, and she moves with the instinctive rhythm of someone completely lost to it. Her lush hips roll in a hypnotic circle, grinding against the alpha, taking him as deep as she physically can.