One Week Later
Adam
My ass feels so full with Raff's big alpha cock stretching me wide as I sink down on him again and again. Each movement sends pleasure rocketing through me, my own cock bouncing against my stomach, hard and leaking.
I can't stop staring at Elowen though. She’s facing me, allowing me to see her beautiful face as she rides Raff's face, her head tipped back, showing off Cliff's mating bite on her neck.
Her long, dark hair cascades down her back, swaying with each roll of her hips. Her breasts are perfect, full and round, nipples hard and begging for attention as she moves.
I watch her face, the way her lips part slightly, her eyes half-closed in ecstasy. She's close. I can see it in the tension building in her body, and the way her movements become more frantic.
“Oh, my god,” she mewls, deep lines pulling between her brows.
Raff growls as his hands grip my hips tighter, guiding my movements as he continues to work Elowen with his mouth. I can hear his muffled words against her flesh, filthy promises and praise that make my own cock twitch with need.
"Such a sweet little pussy," he murmurs against her. "Could eat you all fucking day.”
Elowen whimpers above him, her hands tangling in his hair as she grinds down harder. Raff's tongue works faster, and I can see the muscles in his jaw working as he devours her.
"Look at that clit swelling for me," he groans. "Squirt that slick all over my face.”
His words barely register.
All I can focus on is Elowen, on the way she's panting now, small whimpers escaping her lips as she grinds down against Raff's mouth. Her eyes flutter open, meeting mine.
The moment our gazes lock, something inside me shifts.
I start bouncing faster on Raff's cock, riding him with a desperate urgency I can't control. My own cock hits his abs as slick pours from my ass, coating Raff's length and making the wet sounds of our fucking even louder.
"Fuck," Raff groans against Elowen's pussy, the vibration of his voice making her whimper. "So fucking wet for me, Adam. Taking my cock so good."
“Come here.” Elowen reaches out, tangling a hand in my hair, pulling me closer. I can feel the heat radiating from her skin, smell her arousal mixing with Raff's sage and sunflower scent.
It's intoxicating, overwhelming, and I'm lost to it completely.
Without thinking, I lean forward, and capture her nipple in my mouth, biting down, nipping the delicate bud. Elle’s body trembles, and she cries out, her body convulsing as pleasure crashes through her.
The taste of sweet pears, the sound of her moans, and the feeling of Raff's cock buried deep inside me is all too much.
I follow her over the edge with a guttural groan, my release pulsing between us as the world goes white behind my eyes. Thick streams of cum shoot from my cock, painting Elowen's breasts with milky white ropes that drip down her stomach and onto Raff's chest beneath her.
The sight is obscene and beautiful, marking both of them as my body shudders with the intensity of it.
When I come back to myself, we're tangled together in a heap of limbs and sweat. Elowen is stroking my hair with the slow, absent tenderness of someone who has completely forgotten she's doing it, and Raff's hand moves in long strokes up and down my back.
I lift my head and look at Elowen's face.
She's already looking at me, her dark eyes soft and satisfied, a small smile pulling at the corner of her mouth.
"You bit me," she says, her voice filled with mock anger.
"You liked it," I tease, and she doesn't argue.
In fact, she smiles.
"You filthy little thing," Raff pulls Elowen close, nipping the side of her neck.
And then I feel it.
Raff’s complete and utter happiness.
It floods through our bond like warm water filling every corner of my body.
I press my face into Elowen's shoulder and let out a happy sigh.
"What?" she asks.
"Nothing," I say, liking that Raff and I have this little secret.
I can’t wait to have one with Cliff too.
The bedroom door opens, and Perrin takes two steps into the room, before he stops.
My brother takes in the three of us tangled together in our nest. His judgmental eyes move over each one of us, but I can see right through the jerk.
His hair is sticking to his forehead in damp curls, and his cheeks are flushed a deep, satisfied pink. He's wearing his gym shorts inside out, the white tag visible on the outside of the left leg, and he either hasn't noticed or doesn't care.
I notice.
But I don’t say anything, because I am merciful.
"You three look comfortable," he says.
"We are." Raff pulls me closer with the possessive, boneless energy of a man who has decided he is not moving for anything short of a natural disaster.
I look at Perrin's inside out shorts, then at Elowen’s wild hair, and I feel a warmth spread through my chest that has nothing to do with Raff's bond or the afternoon we just had.
We are all so stupidly, recklessly happy right now.
It's been like this for days.
Someone is always sneaking off somewhere with someone.
The office, the laundry room, the back seat of the Cadillac that one time that nobody has formally acknowledged.
It's a miracle any of them have gotten any work done at all, and honestly the miracle is mostly Odette, who has been running the shop completely on her own.
“Packs need to bond early on,” she said to me yesterday when I called to see how she was doing.
"Hey, Raff?" Perrin says, reaching for his pockets and then stopping when his hands find nothing but inside out fabric. He looks down at his shorts, then up at the room, his flush deepening by several degrees.
"Did Cliff and you have fun?" Raff asks, nodding at Perrin’s shorts.
Perrin looks down at his left leg. Looks at the tag. Then looks back up at Raff.
"We were in a hurry," he says a little defensively.
Cliff steps in the room two seconds later, and he looks just as wrecked as Perrin. The alpha is flushed with his dark hair sticking up in a hundred different directions. He's pulling his shirt down as he walks in, and he scans the room once before his eyes find Raff.
"Something came up," he says.
"Are you wearing your shirt inside out too?" I ask.
Cliff looks down. He's not. But he checks, which tells me everything I need to know.
"The boys boosted a few cars last night," Cliff says, moving on without acknowledging my question. "Four of them. We need to get to the shop and ghost the trackers before anyone starts looking."
Raff sighs next to me, the long-suffering exhale of a man being ripped out of bed.
"Fine," he says. He releases me slowly, like he's doing it against his will, then he sits up. He looks at me. Then at Elowen. "Don't have too much fun while I'm gone," he says, and I half expect the alpha to pout.
"No promises," Elowen says.
Cliff leans down and kisses me before he goes, his hand cupping the back of my head. When he pulls back, his dark eyes are very direct.
"Listen to Perrin," he says.
I smile up at him. "Is that a command?" I tease.
"Yes," he says with a firm nod.
I hate it immediately.
My whole body registers the command like a switch being flipped, settling into it before I've had the chance to object, and I make a face that communicates exactly how I feel about that.
Perrin grins.
"Don't." I glare at my brother.
"I didn't say anything," Perrin says, in the happiest voice I think I’ve ever heard from him.
Once everyone is dressed and ready, Raff and Cliff leave, and the house goes quiet the way it does when the alphas are gone. It’s still warm, but something is missing.
“What do we want to do?” Perrin asks as he pulls his shorts up, finally putting them on the right way.
Elowen's stomach growls.
Loudly.
She presses a hand to her midsection and looks between me and Perrin with a sheepish little smile. “Sorry.”
"Downstairs," Perrin says, already heading for the door. “Let’s feed you two.”
We leave the bedroom, heading down into the kitchen.
Perrin goes straight to the fridge and pulls out two covered dishes. He sets them on the counter with a satisfied nod.
"Odette left us food," he announces.
"I love that woman," I say with all my heart.
"You can say that again." Perrin pulls back the foil on the first dish. Braised short ribs, the meat so tender it's practically falling apart, sitting in a sauce that smells like red wine and rosemary and a secret ingredient that Odette won’t share no matter how many times you ask.
Elowen leans over the counter, inhaling. "I might love her more than I love you two.”
"I'm okay with that," Perrin says, his voice completely serious.
Elowen smiles, pulling herself up onto the counter to sit while Perrin puts the dishes in the oven to warm. "Does Cliff's family cook like that?"
"Cliff's mom is a good cook," I say, stealing a piece of bread from the basket on the counter. "She makes a lot of southern dishes, with fry bread. His parents are both alphas, no pack, very traditional. They live out in Eastfall."
"Will I meet them?" Elowen asks. “I mean, are they on good terms?”
"Oh yeah," Perrin says. "Cliff will call them once things settle. It's pretty normal for new omegas to stay close to the pack for a while before extended family gets involved. Gives everyone time to acclimate."
Elowen nods, processing that, then turns to me. "What about your parents?"
The kitchen goes quiet.
I glance at Perrin to find he's already looking at me.
Something passes between us in that half second that doesn't need words. A shared pain that will probably never go away.
Elowen goes very still on the counter, and I can feel her pulling back slightly, obviously thinking she’s overstepped.
"Sorry," she says quietly. "You don't have to—"
"No." I look up at her. "You're our mate. You should know everything about us." I break off a piece of bread and hand it to her. "It's just not a fun story."
She takes the bread and waits.