Chapter 54
54
Layne
I expected to lose my mind in a blaze of heat. Or at least be mindless from wave after wave of need. I mean, that’s what is happening, but being as aware as I am in this moment makes my heat…lush.
The other thing blowing my mind is the strange, occasionally neurotic, possessiveness I feel toward my nest. I finally understand the need for all the pillows and blankets, because the comfort I get from them, the safety I feel when I’m spread over them, and the demonic rage that consumes me when one of my pieces moves out of alignment, is thrilling and terrifying.
I’m sure the people at the Omega shop we went to would say my nest is a complete mess, but it makes me vibrate with joy. What makes me weak in the knees with gushing, overflowing emotion is how my pack instinctively knows the path they’re allowed to travel.
They asked me once to show them what they could touch and what was a no-go zone, and since then, despite the times we’ve fucked, rolled, and snoozed over nearly every inch of it, when it comes to them moving, they know the boundaries.
Time in here has meant nothing, and the only way I know the world keeps turning and hours continue passing, besides using orgasms as a measure, is the difference in the snacks and drinks on display. Because even all the packages of treats and the bottles of water need to be color coordinated, and again, my pack is paying attention and playing a vital role in ensuring my first heat is memorable.
Valentine’s confidence has always been so incredibly appealing, but watching him crawl over my nest, without second-guessing where his hands and knees can go, has me falling harder for him.
Watching him move away from me, I get the obscenest, but tastiest, view of my Alpha. His cock hangs low and thick, and even though he’s facing away from me, I can see how swollen his knot is. And his butt needs my teeth in it.
Wiggling off Dante’s skillful mouth as he keeps licking pleasure from my body, I drag my pussy over his face before leaning down blindly to kiss Matteo’s sleepy face. All without taking my eyes off Valentine’s goods.
Matteo tugs my hair when I stop mid kiss, and I glance down at him, wondering what’s going on. Valentine’s body is so freaking distracting.
But Matteo is smiling at my loss of focus. “Go.”
It’s not permission—it’s encouragement—and I dip down and kiss him again. Properly. All tongue. And boy, that Beta can kiss. A fresh wave of discomfort hits inside my body, and I clench my teeth, breathing through the sharpness and trying hard to swallow the pain because I want, no I need, to taste Valentine more than anything.
Trying to be as quiet as possible is difficult in my nest, since Valentine has an uncanny awareness when it comes to me. I call it a win that I manage to get my mouth on him before he does or says anything.
Nipping my way up his inner thigh, I rub my face over his skin, where his espresso scent, along with the smell of sex, is riddled over every inch of him. I lick my way up his thigh, stopping to suck or bite wherever I want for the simple reason I can. Each taste only reinforces exactly what I need right now, and it’s his cream.
My lips are tingling with his espresso scent. And, much like with coffee, each taste has energy bubbling through my veins, making me more conscious and alert, but jittery from the buzz of his energy too.
My Alpha has all that big dick energy with the big dick to back it up. I flick my tongue out, tracing around his crown and playing with one of his silver studs between my teeth.
“Jesus, wife, I need to muzzle you.” He groans, bracing a hand against the wall, and sinks down to give me better access to him. I have the most incredible view as I twist under him. I focus on his cock and knot, but if I look up, I can see the way he’s bent over so he can watch me pleasure him. And god, it’s such a fucking turn-on, watching the way his electric blue eyes fill with the same heat I struggle to contain.
“You haven’t had enough of my come yet?”
I shake my head in answer, because I can’t talk. A wave of arousal cresting and growing, I get off on feeling his flesh between my teeth, and I’m driven by a need to mark him as mine. Sucking a large hickey on the inside of his thigh, I check the size and color a couple of times before I’m happy to move back to where he wants my mouth. Valentine makes it easy, using one of his hands to push his hardening cock down for me to suck on.
Wrapping my lips around the tip, I work his slit with the tip of my tongue. My hands wander, and a rush of tingling heat and arousal coats my insides. A sense of torment grows with it. I share the storm with him, and I use my finger to massage around his taint and circle his hole, already knowing he likes light stimulation there. He showed me, and knowing it makes him feel so good, I can’t stay away.
I can’t stop touching any of them. The way I need to feel them is something I haven’t been able to fulfil yet. Asleep or awake, it’s not a choice. It really feels like touching them is vital for my survival. The yearning I have for my pack is borderline offensive but so freaking enjoyable. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
His taste floods my mouth, and my eyes roll back in my head as his unique flavor pings through my blood. He is all Alpha, pure raw energy and untapped passion. Every part of me aches for his attention, and the smallest touch, look, or noise from him and my body responds. He sets my soul on fire, always. But the most shocking and incredible thing is, Matteo and Dante do the same. I crave each of them with a raging desperation.
“Layne, look at what you did.” Valentine growls as he pulls himself free from my greedy mouth to show me how hard he is.
He shuffles backward and sits up higher, so I get a better view of his underside, where each ridge and every vein is as hard and beautiful as the rest of him. Valentine wraps his hand around his length and starts to fuck his fist over my face, and it’s intoxicating to watch. He shuffles back and starts twisting his fist around his pierced crown, letting his leaking pre-come drip down onto my face.
“You drink this bottle of water.” Handing over a water bottle from next to him, he grits his teeth as pleasure races through him, making his movements jerky. “And we’ll give Matty a show while he rests. Dante and I are going to knot you standing up. How’s that sound?”
When I open my mouth, my wicked husband lets go of his cock for a second and snaps the lid of the water open and starts pouring it slowly over his dick and into my mouth. He’s tricking me into drinking water, instead of sipping on him.
Espresso-flavored water spilling over my face is unexpected, and it feeds the growing calls my heat brings. I have to reach around and rub my fingers over my pussy. I ache so much.
“Are you touching my cunt?” He sits on my chest, making it impossible for me to move my arms, but thankfully, I was able to sink a finger inside my pussy again.
Someone behind pulls my fingers free, and I start to whimper, but they’ve heard it before.
“No touching my cunt, Layne,” Valentine growls before he uses his cock to spank my face like I’ve been bad. Maybe I have. But bad feels incredible.
“You like that, huh?” He does it again, and even with none of them touching me, my pussy leaks and my heat flames.
“Mrs. De Luca, you’re perfuming for me?” Valentine rubs his cock all over my face, his pre-come leaving a thick trail everywhere he paints it. And the warm stickiness of it feels as good as how I imagined. The sublime sensation reverberates over my skin and inside my body, making my cunt spasm. I whimper in hunger.
He’s gone in an instant, and I nearly cry. But he hasn’t gone, gone; he’s pulling me up until I’m in his arms. Valentine holds me, supporting all my weight in the palms of his hands. He spreads my ass cheeks wide, lifting me up so he can press his cock against my ache.
“Mrs. De Luca, I can feel my greedy cunt trying to pull me back inside you,” Valentine rumbles low.
“Please,” I whisper, licking over his chest. I need Valentine to flood my mind with his presence while his brother drowns my body in pleasure.
“You can beg for me later, wife, not now.” And he drops me down at the same time as he thrusts up, slamming inside. The relief is instant, my Alpha knowing the very best treatment my pussy needs—cock, knot, come.
Hands trail over my butt as Valentine continues stretching and teasing me with every inch of his thickness. Dante doesn’t stand up. Instead, he licks my hole, rimming me until I’m trying to wiggle away from his mouth while trying to chase down the promise of release he brings.
Dante’s mouth on me vanishes for a moment, and I twist around, watching him use one of my blankets on my nest to wipe his face, which half pisses me off, because honestly, we’ve shared literally every part of each other, and I want it all.
“Hygiene?” he teases and silences my growl of protest with a lick of his tongue against my lips, asking for me to open. I do—of course, I do. I want everything and anything, all of it in abundance. Dante pulls away, his blue eyes mirroring Valentine’s, but they’re vastly different too. I could lose myself in them, but right this second, they’re full of questions, which confuses me.
“Val’s in you nice and deep, huh?”
As if to prove a point, Valentine lets go of one leg, and somehow, he sinks farther in. I twist in shock and awe as another tease of a climax washes over me in time with a flush. I sink my head forward, succumbing to the sensations.
“Baby, we want to spoil you, then knot you. You want that?”
I can’t answer. Valentine keeps circling his hips, rendering me mindless and unable to process anything but the way he’s tempting my body. I clamp down hard on Valentine and tug on my connection with Dante, hoping it’s enough of a response.
And thank fucking god, it is.
Dante lifts my dangling leg back up, handing it to Valentine.
“Val’s going to spread you so wide, you might feel like it’s going to destroy you, but we’ll put you back together.”
I close my eyes, getting lost in his promises, but Dante tugs on my hair to keep me from floating away.
“I ache for you, il mio tutto . I have to share with you my pain. Honestly, I’m not sure my knot will ever deflate. I watch you with our pack, and I keep having to eat you out, and then the way you smell of us… I can’t stop losing control.” Dante talks intimately as he lines himself up, and the warmth from his cock on my sensitive asshole burns in such a good way.
Valentine comes to a stop, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me, and he waits for Dante to push in.
“Oh,” I moan, my voice not sounding like mine at all anymore. It’s so hoarse from days of screaming orgasms and endless whining. Another small push from Dante as he tries to enter, and a flash of heat sparks, stealing my focus away from them.
“Let me in. I got to get in there, and then we’ll tear our pleasure from yours.” He massages my ass cheeks, squashing them together, then pulling them wide again, trying to inch in more.
“She’s so goddamn tight, isn’t she?” Valentine rumbles, his mouth hovering over mine, and in the middle of me being off in pleasure land again, I lock onto my claiming bite on his lip and lick over it, desperate for him to anchor me.
“Our Omega is incredible.” Dante groans, his voice wavering and breaking under the pressure of his own pleasure.
My heat reignites into a raging inferno. I lock up so tight, they have to stop.
Valentine pulls back to look at me. His emotions are a kaleidoscope of bright colors in his eyes, constantly moving and changing with each slow, steady beat of his heart. With his usual insight, he reads my fight before I understand it myself, and I feel the rise of his designation as he takes control when I can’t.
But Dante is on the same page already, sensing where I am too. I twist to see Matteo is close by in the nest still, and he is but he’s also so relaxed. I get confirmation again that I can lean on them when my heat makes me forget.
“I think our Omega is ready for a lesson or two about who owns her,” Dante croons, blowing his mouthwatering Amaretto scent over my face. Like always, his perfume is a drug, coaxing my euphoria higher.
Valentine’s eyes move from my face to Dante’s, and I get stuck in between the two of them doing their telepathic twin talk. There’s not a word said, but the changes in their mood and demeanor is as obvious as the day plunging to night.
Dante buries his fingers through my scalp to tangle in my hair; it feels like he’s holding a live wire, and I shiver. His touch feels so goddamn good, even when he yanks my head back. Valentine chuckles at the flash of alarm in my eyes. But it’s only a flash because they caught me off guard. In truth, I want this, the raw crush of their designation blinding and consuming every part of me.
“Hold her,” Valentine growls at Dante, and their hands swap. Together, they’re confusing my senses. I’m losing track of who’s who, but it’s an amazing place to be.
Valentine waits until I’m watching him, then he feathers his fingers through my slick to paint a trail from where we’re joined, up my stomach, chest before his finger disappears again. I open my mouth to beg and get a swipe of my slick against my lips.
“Payback, darling wife. I remember the torture of you on my lip when I was out dealing with Diego and Rosa. Perhaps you’ll understand how fucking crazy it made me.”
He never told me, but now I know I’ll make sure to do it more. Whenever he leaves me, probably. I poke my tongue out to where he swiped our lovemaking, and I taste myself, but better is how clearly, and easily, I taste of them. Each of them. Matteo’s vanilla sweetness is saturated, as is Valentine’s sharp espresso and Dante’s Amaretto.
How we work together is literally orgasmic.
And that’s the point when I realize my bravado from before, when I thought I was in charge of my heat, was insanely misguided. For a moment, it feeds a sudden surge, and I worry I’ve misinterpreted everything. Them. How long I’ve been in heat. If this is real.
Valentine slaps my tit, and Dante twists a fistful of my hair while Matteo appears from god knows where to bite into the flesh of my side.
“Stay with us. We’re only getting started,” Dante barks.
They tether me back to them, then they cloud me in their scent so thoroughly, I swear I see the particles dancing in my eyes.
“I’m right here, Layne.” Matteo nips again.
“I know.”
Valentine grunts as I gush around him.
“Are you going to let your Alphas in?” He works his thumb on my clit in lazy strokes that have my breath rushing out like I’m running for my life.
I want to let them in. I’m trying desperately. I’d do anything to succumb to their attention, but I can’t figure out how to relax and let them in.
“Don’t stop,” is all I manage to say as Valentine twists my nipple, then I cry out.
“We weren’t going to, baby,” Dante promises, growling into my ear. “Trust us.”
“With everything I am,” I whisper.
It’s said to him but includes Valentine and Matteo. They know it. I feel our bond swarm with the buzz of their love in sweet response.
And I’m overwhelmed and maybe a little terrified when I see and feel the proof and depth of their passion, love and devotion. My body, mind, and soul are going to get completely and utterly owned by them I can’t fucking wait.
I whimper, wiggling my hips, trying to let them in, urging them to start, but no matter how hard I try, the tightness gets worse, not better.
Valentine drills his full focus at me. Ignoring my whine, all his shields fall away. He targets the entire source of his Alpha strength on me. It’s vicious, it’s intoxicating, and I never want it to stop.
I’m caught in a space where everything has a feeling, as opposed to a logical explanation. I’m mystified and struck by Valentine’s shuddering strength and ethereal beauty. When he smirks like he’s trying to convey something, all I see is how one of his smiles makes my heart race.
Dante drops his hands from under me, and the sensation is like free will. Until I get impaled on both of them. But I’m not left hanging, because Val’s hand is around my throat, and I’m not in any pain at all. I radiate a hum of pleasure, and I want to be scarred from the heat burning through our connection.
“Do you understand now, what I was saying, wife? We’re going to give you a reminder of who owns you. Now, don’t you come until I say you can.” He infuses power and dominance in every word he speaks.
There’s a whisper of movement against my skin, and Matteo appears again. His brown eyes are nearly black, desire sparkling in them, but he doesn’t touch me. He doesn’t say a word. But the look in his eyes is a reminder of the sanctuary Pack De Luca provides.
Dante and Valentine work together, thrusting in and out as one. The pleasure is agony, and I’m stuffed so full, I can’t breathe. One moment, I manage to find a way to survive; the next moment, they infuse a softness, and a tenderness, where I get to drown in the love and pleasure they rain down.
“Baby,” Dante grunts. His mouth is on my ear, and I hear how close he is to coming and filling me, and god, how I want it.
I hiss when he slowly pulls himself out of my ass, inch by inch, the wave of desolation from the loss consuming. Until Valentine clamps a hand around my waist to torture me as he rubs the silver balls of his pierced crown over my G-spot.
“I even own that,” he promises, circling the spot, massaging it until ribbons of pleasure shoot and stars dance. “Soon. So soon. But not yet. First, I want to feel my cunt soaking my cock in your juices. Every drop is mine. Squeeze me harder, Layne.”
His demands are soft, spoken like poetry, delivered with the will of his Alpha, so I’m compliant without trying, radiating from the inside out as he and Dante remind me of their ownership so exquisitely, I’ll never, ever forget.
I lose track of time, I forget my name, I only know them.
My heat flames to another intensity, and the world fades as I sink into each touch. I hurt. I ache. I cry out for more.
Valentine squeezes my throat, stopping my air and my pleasure every time he feels my orgasm threatening. He and Dante drive my pleasure to the very top of where I think it will go before they takes it even higher. Lights flash in my eyes, and I breathe through Valentine’s strangled touch. But the air, affogato flavored, sweet and pure, gives as much as my men take.
I’m so dizzy and delirious, so full of their love but aching for more. And when they deliver, it’s together.
In an instant, they’re butter soft, and they’re easing their knots into me, showing me how perfectly and seamlessly we fit together as one.
“Come for us,” Matteo whispers, and Valentine roars the same thing.
Matteo’s orgasm hits my skin, and his hands rub it over me. Dante soaks my ass with his pleasure, and Valentine erupts inside my body in what feels like a constant release. Their knots bind and lock us together, and the three of them whisper endless praises and pleas for me to let go.
The very essence of me gets rewritten by swooping endearments and soaring pleasure. But the intensity is tripled because they’re in our bond with me and will be until the end of time.