Chapter 23
23
Layne
T he door opens before dawn. I hear it but also felt Dante stir. Opening my eyes, I see Valentine as a dark shadow. Something must have pulled him from his sleep.
“He sleepwalks when he’s stressed,” Dante whispers, his lips against my skin.
Dante keeps his hand splayed wide over my stomach, but he shuffles us backward and also holds the blankets up for Valentine to climb under. His eyes are open, but even seeing me in his brother’s bed doesn’t seem to register; he just sits down, then kind of falls to his side.
Dante drops the blankets, and Valentine mumbles something under his breath.
“Go back to sleep,” Dante urges, nuzzling his face against my neck.
Easy for him to say. I’m stuck in the middle of two nearly perfect-smelling Alphas, coming off medication I’ve been using for probably too long. Somehow, though, I completely ignore the throb in my body and the flashbacks to how incredible Dante felt inside my body and the things he did to it.
I don’t sleep, but I do rest until the throb of my need becomes impossible to ignore. When I breathe in, I can scent my desire. My thighs are sticky with slick, and I have to clench my teeth to stop from whining.
I’m horny beyond imagination.
I freeze up when Valentine rolls over, the very early glow of the morning showing the surprise on his face when he realizes I’m in Dante’s bed. But before I can open my mouth to explain, Dante throws the blankets off the three of us, then cups my breast, his finger trailing over the peak of my nipple.
“Taste our wife, Val. I’ve been dreaming of how good she tastes all fucking night, but smell her—she’s been fantasizing about us too.”
Valentine is stuck frozen, like I am, but Dante doesn’t let me go as he stretches backward, grabbing his phone.
All the air in my lungs rushes out. “What are you doing?” I ask him breathlessly.
“Telling Matty to wake the hell up.” He chuckles. A few seconds later, his phone drops to the floor at the same time an alert comes through, telling us he got a response.
“You feel how warm she is? Scent how thick her pheromones are? There’s no more chemicals in her system, and our wife needs some loving. Her pussy is swollen and waiting for us. Isn’t it, Layne?”
I’m no coward and never have been. I’m struggling to find the right words to say, since he seems to be able to read me like a book, but I grab his hand and guide it straight down to where I ache the most.
“All this slick for your husbands?” Dante asks. Without twisting to check, I know his eyes are as dark with lust as his brother’s.
“Will you treat me right? Remind me of all the reasons I want a real man in my bed?” The words tumble out. I don’t mean them to be a challenge, but Valentine keeps watching me closely like it is. “Show me how we’d all fit together. I need to feel, Valentine. I need to feel like a woman, like an Omega. Please.”
Valentine stares into my eyes when I stop pleading and lean against his brother's chest. The soft moans that fall from my lips as Dante keeps fingering me show Valentine exactly what I mean.
Valentine studies my face, not missing anything. “You want us to show you what?”
“Everything,” I answer before he even finishes speaking. “Make me feel.”
It looks like he’s figuring out the problems of the world.
“Val, you hear our wife begging, right? You can see how needy she is on my fingers. Let’s show her together how fucking right we will treat her.”
“Yes, god, like that.” I close my eyes as Dante’s fingers move faster. Pleasure is already tingling over my skin and making my breathing get faster.
Dante groans against my ear. “You’re so fucking wet, and tight.”
The scent of our lust is as good as the noises we’re making.
Valentine rolls closer. “You want to feel?”
His voice is deep and hoarse, his eyes nearly black with desire.
I nod, and he finally decides. His hands run up my waist until he’s cupping my breast. His touch is everything I knew it would be—addictive and consuming.
“Are you going to let me watch my brother fuck you?” Valentine hums as he leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
I shake my head, and they stop, throwing their hands and mouths off my body. I nearly start crying at how fucking quickly they respond. But I don’t want their consideration; I need to feel. I haven’t given myself this for years, dodging every potential heat or heat spike like it was rabies.
“No! Don’t stop. Please,” I hiss, then crawl over him, dragging my body over his until I’m practically lying on top of him, rubbing my cunt over his thickening cock. I reach his ear, sucking on his earlobe for a moment until I whisper in his ear. “But I want everything. I need your touches, your promises, everything. Please.” The door pushes open at the exact right time. “And I want you all to show me.”
Matteo climbs on the bed, and Dante leaves the room, but he shouts he’s going to let the dogs relieve themselves and feed them quickly.
Matteo trails small kisses up my back before he holds my face in his hands. “Layne, is this really what you want? Us?”
“Yes. Is this what you want? Me, desperate to take everything?” I ask as he wiggles closer, his skin on mine. And god it feels incredible.
Matteo grins. It’s not over-the-top or under done, it is just right. Like he is. Of course, he even knows exactly what to say. “I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you. But this, we don’t need to do right now.”
“Pretty sure this is exactly what we need to do right now,” I say, straddling Valentine as I sit up. Before reaching back for Matteo, I do a double take at Valentine’s cock. It’s glossy from my need already. It is also pierced right through the head.
“What’s this?” I ask, my finger trailing over the silver balls.
He pulls his knees up and adds more friction to our bodies.
“Magic Cross. I can teach you how to make it work.” He groans, his eyes nearly black, and he takes my hand in his to wrap around the silver balls framing his velvety head to squeeze it harder. “You sure? Because I know I won’t be able to let you go if I slide my cock inside you.”
“We were never letting her go, anyway, Valentine. Listen to our beautiful wife. She wants us to show her how we need her as much as she wants us. We will blow on her tits, cover her in our come, and take turns filling her pretty pussy and these glorious lips until she sees for herself how perfect she is for our pack.” Matteo pushes his lips to mine, stopping me from saying anything, but my eyes are wide, shocked by his filthy mouth.
Valentine keeps grinding me over his erection while Matteo proves what a dirty mouth he has, licking and sucking my lips and tongue before he pulls my hair so I fall off Valentine and on to him.
He chuckles, but we all shuffle and curl our limbs around each other before I start taking turns kissing them both while they trail their hands over my body. I’m a squirming mess, my body twisting at their touches, but there’s no frantic need. We’re taking our time and enjoying the foreplay.
But that doesn’t mean I’m not greedy for more. I shift their hands off my breasts, directing them down my body, and they shake off my direction before Valentine’s fingers open me up, and Matteo glides deep inside. Together, they finger me until I am moaning into their mouths.
“Look at this,” Matteo insists, holding his sticky fingers up in the morning light. A moment later, they disappear in his mouth, and the noises he makes as he sucks them clean has me arching up, into Valentine’s firmer touch.
Rolling on to my side and pushing my back against Valentine’s chest, I lift my leg up in invitation for the both of them. “Please.”
“We want you.” Valentine confirms. “But no bites. When we scar her throat, it will be on her terms, in a place where she wants and when she wants.”
I appreciate that in so many ways. “Yes.”
It’s like the starter’s gun in a race with no losers. Hands go everywhere, and they both use the slick as lubrication, but Valentine twists and digs through a bedside table to find a bottle of lube. He comes back with his intention written all over his face.
“How many times do you think we can make our wife come, Matty?” Valentine asks as he squeezes lube into his hand to cover his cock.
“I think we can make her lose her voice,” Matteo insists, sitting up to look at my pussy. His eyes jump back to mine, then he twists quickly and tongues my clit so much, I stop breathing and Valentine, uses the crest in my arousal to breach my ass with his finger.
“You are going to look so fucking good on my cock. Exactly where you’re meant to be,” he groans, sinking in deeper.
Matteo keeps ruining me with his mouth, and Valentine adds another finger, pushing me past the burn and into pleasure. My fingers grab on to Matteo’s hair, and as my hips start to move, Valentine’s thick cock inches in.
“Fuck, yes.” He moves his arms, holding my body to his like a giant bear hug. The strength and power wafting off him has me giddy, his scent making my body open up even more. Each slow thrust in, I feel the promise his piercings bring, and when his knot is pushed up hard against my ass, he stops moving, letting both of us get used to the heavenly intrusion.
“You’re drenching my cock so fucking good. You want Matteo in your pussy at the same time?”
My answer is the roll of my body. I end up covering more of Valentine than I do the bed, but he can still move. He takes me slowly; the pleasure is exquisite, and he doesn’t stop spoiling me when Matteo kisses a trail up to my mouth. My arousal is over his face, and his smile is something I will hold close to my heart forever.
“How’s she feel, Val?”
“How’s she taste?”
“Like fucking heaven.”
“Took the words out of my mouth. But heaven can wait, our angel can’t.” Valentine pounds in deeper, latching his mouth to my shoulder before he twists my face to his and breathes his pleasure into my mouth. His scent is so strong, I can taste it, and the look in his eyes reads like devotion.
Matteo rubs his cock over my entrance. It’s a small warning of what is to come, and instead of us all slowing down, he surges in at the same time Valentine does.
I whimper and whine as they move as one. Pleasure, along with a pinch of pain, clouds the three of us. I don’t even hear Dante returning, but he leans over and fills my open mouth with his tongue and twists my nipples hard.
“I want a photo of your lips wrapped around my cock while you’re being worshipped by them, so you don’t ever forget how we make you feel,” Dante whispers. “Show us how pretty you are when you come.”
My orgasm is like a runaway train. It starts with no warning, but Matteo and Valentine don’t let it simmer; they both grab hold and drive it even faster.
“Knot her,” Matteo insists, but it was really unnecessary. Valentine was already nearly there. I relax and let Valentine in, his knot fitting inside my body.
Matteo surges deep, his hand collaring my throat, tipping my head back, and before I can ask what he is doing, my lips get rubbed by Dante’s pre-come. He looks like he’s balancing mid-air, and instead of trying to figure out how, I open my mouth and reach up to deep throat him, taking the three of them as much as I can.
I fall.
I explode.
Pleasure bursts through my body. Parts of me lock up tighter. I can feel Valentine and Matteo growing thicker, harder. Dante’s flavor is the only thing I can taste, his grunts of praise like music. Valentine’s knot pulls and drags before he stops me moving, so I can feel him erupting in my ass, then starts to fuck me harder when my orgasm ebbs.
I don’t know how they do it, but they count off each and every one of my orgasms before they each fill me like they promised. I pass out with three sets of hands rubbing over my skin.