Chapter 55
55
Matteo
D ante leans closer, whispering into my ear. “We’re going to do a quick check of the apartment. Val also needs to check in with Legos and Leon. We’ll be ten minutes max.”
Nuzzling my face over hers, to triple check she is in fact asleep, she’s doesn’t move a muscle. And her pussy doesn’t clamp around my cock. “She’s out.”
Dante makes his way carefully over her nest to the door. I cup her ass in both my hands to lift her up so I can stretch my legs out. Every part of me aches. In such a good way.
I barely finish getting comfortable, and Valentine is up in my face. His eyes are cold, and his scent is bitter matching his mood. “Look after my wife, Matteo.”
The threat in his words, impossible to miss.
I get it though. I was in his position a few hours ago. Leaving Layne in the middle of her heat is difficult but her safety, along with the new responsibility resting on Pack De Luca means checking our home, and touching base with the people we left in charge still needs to be done. So I get how he’s feeling but I don’t like the bite to his insinuation.
With my hands full, all I can do is glare at him. “I’m going to ignore your attitude, Val, but you better not come back in her nest like that.”
He fucking stares through me before his focus invariably drifts back to Layne. Looking at her is all it takes.
He scrubs a hand over his face. “Sorry. The thought of stepping out of her nest for even a second is making me…”
“Even more of an asshole.” Dante chuckles, as he reaches over to pepper Layne’s face in a hundred or so tiny butterfly kisses. “But, Matty, Val does have a point.”
I growl at him. If she wasn’t wrapped around me like a scarf, I’d belt the living shit out of the twins at their suggestion she wasn’t all I’d be focussed on.
Then I’m the one shutting my eyes, trying to get a grip on the protective aggression flooding our bond. It’s taking us a while to get used to our new connection - it’s full of contrasting highs and lows. And right now it’s like someone is flickering the lights on and off in the middle of a storm on a winters night.
I open my eyes just in time to see Dante moving closer to me, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He dips closer sing songing in my ear like a three-year old. “Don’t wake her up now, Matteo, because you’re all antsy. Focus, buddy.”
I guess we all needed another reminder how much we’re oversharing.
A heartbeat later our bond fills with a serenity and peace that has me yawning and sinking into the plush pillow castle she made for me. I curl my arms around her - protectively - and Dante draws up one of the pale coffee coloured silk blankets, so it covers over her shoulders.
Layne shudders in my arms, blowing out a long, caramel scented exhale. Right into my face. Her syrupy sweet perfume has Valentine, Dante and me groaning quietly.
Her heat makes her scent so potent, her desire so obvious, I have no defence against it. My hips rise and my cock thickens. Her pussy responds, fluttering softly around my growing length.
“Shit, she is amazing. And so fucking responsive,” I whisper. “You need to be quick. Our Omega might be resting, but she is also insatiable.”
Valentine squats down behind her, placing a bottle of vitamin water, and a bottle of fresh juice within easy reach for me. He wraps himself around her, his face against hers. And then his hands take the place where mine are on her ass, so he can hold her for me, and I can drink the bottles he bought over.
She stirs, but Valentine’s lips are on the shell of her ear before she can wake. He makes a noise deep in the bottom of his throat and a low purr rumbles through her nest, followed by a cloud of Dante’s scent, and a small rock of my cock inside her pussy.
Even in sleep she knows we are all with her.
I chug the of water bottle, before taking the other bottle and doing the same. Dante is already passing more over but this time, they’re for her.
He crawls away again, careful to avoid the piles of blankets and clothes she’s crafted around her nest before he reappears with a couple of small containers in his hands. They colour coordinate with the drinks he bought over already.
Funnily enough the first time I saw the Heat Drink and Eat Range in the Omega store I thought they were a gimmick. Now I can appreciate the foresight of the product and understand how it works, and it’s genius.
The colouring, and even the shape of the containers and bottles, are pretty - Layne is living proof of how important aesthetics are in a nest, she’s been comforted endlessly by everything she chose. But the Heat Drink and Eat Range also acts like a gauge on how much time has passed. We’re back on a pale toffee-coloured labels which means we’re on day three of her heat.
Valentine waits patiently for me to finish drinking the second bottle. It has been an intense few days. I am completely wrung out and will need to sleep for a week, but I wouldn’t swap this for the world.
For her first heat with a pack, Layne managed it incredibly. I think we all knew she would, but with us she has absolutely blossomed and continues to do so. Her love is like pure energy, and the way she shares it so effortlessly has me falling even deeper in love with her. I could safely say the same for Valentine and Dante. The way the four of us fit together so perfectly and effortlessly is the stuff romance writers fill pages trying to properly describe.
We all expected the physical side of things to be amazing. Although none of us properly anticipated her want, and need, for constant pleasure. Like with my claim on her throat, where I used Valentine’s designation to seal my bite to Layne’s throat, we’ve found our way in her nest too. Our Omega has not been wanting. Not once have I felt inadequate because of my inability to knot her either. She’s spent her time equally with us, although mostly it has been all of us together.
Layne stretches, the small movement unleashes another puff of her scent. There’s a richness to her mouth-watering caramel scent - a ripening almost. We’re all about to ride another wave of her heat.
I settle back into the space that reeks of pack orgasms and our wife’s slick, and after a nod, Valentine places her back on me.
“You good?” He triple checks.
This time there is no hint of irritation in his tone, or in his movements.
“Val, We’ll be fine. I think after this crest, her heat is going to be done. Do we have enough food for her for after?”
He looks exhausted but Valentine will provide and make sure she is well fed and cared for before he looks after his own needs. “I’m going to make her some pasta when she’s ready to eat. It won’t take me long to prepare, and I’ve got everything we need.”
Nodding, I whisper back. “Don’t be long. Our Omega is getting ready for another round.”
Valentine sweeps a hand over her face, brushing her hair back before he kisses her forehead, and disappears.
I should close my eyes and rest, but the way this woman has me twisted up inside. I don’t want to miss a second of my time with her. Within minutes her eye lids start to flutter, like she’s in the middle of a dream. Her lips part and she makes a deep a groan alluding to the type of dream she’s having. The gentle squeeze of her pussy around my length all but confirms she’s enjoying herself, even in her sleep.
And then she falls back into a quiet stillness. I nearly drift off too until she whimpers. Her breathing changing suddenly so she’s panting.
Careful, so she doesn’t wake up fully, I rub my thumb in small circles of her clit to lull her back to sleep. But her slick is already gathering where our bodies are joined. I pull my knees up to support her better and give myself a little more space to pleasure her.
Keeping my fingers playing over her clit and the outside of her pussy, I run my other hand to her breasts, cupping them so I can suck and tongue her nipple until they’re diamond hard. Layne gets a rush of colour to her cheeks, and the temperature in her nest gets warm like a sauna again. Her face is still slacken with sleep, her eyes keep moving behind her closed eyelids.
Twisting the both of us takes time, but I manage to settle her into a large pile of pillows before I sit back on my heels. She’s spread out over her nest like an angel. Her hair cascades around her making her look like she’s stepping out of the Birth of Venus painting. She’s so fucking beautiful she makes my chest ache.
More colour paints her cheeks rosier, and she squirms over the pillows, moaning again, louder, deeper before her legs fall open. And Jesus fucking Christ, the sight of her pussy - swollen and flushed, and saturated by her slick - looks like dream. A dream I have to taste.
My cock is so fucking hard, it hurts. The instant her caramel slick glosses my mouth, I feel my balls draw up tight like I’m about to come. One taste isn’t enough, and I absolutely devour her.
Spearing her cunt with my tongue her pussy flutters but it’s not enough for either of us. Sinking two fingers inside her, I curl my tongue around her clit, it barely takes a couple of sucks before my mouth fills with her heavenly release.
She does a big shaky exhale before all the tension in her body dissolves, and she snuggles further back into her pillows. I think I’ve managed to lull her back to sleep and I go to crawl away, to deal with my cock that feels like it’s about to explode but she moves fast like a snake, her hands in my hair trapping me as she tips her hips up and start grinding her pussy over my face.
“Best dream ever, Matteo. I was dreaming of swallowing mouthfuls of your vanilla flavoured come while you all but destroyed my pussy.”
I can’t answer, busy eating her out again until her claws release from my hair and I manage to add some space between my face and her beautiful cunt. “I got it half right then,” I tease before licking a trail from her pussy to her belly button, then higher to her lush tits. I bite the flesh, sucking and marking the skin, nipping her nipples until her moans are like music filling her nest.
Climbing higher, I have to stop to admire her again - lost in her beauty. The dim light in her nest makes the colour of her eyes seem like sparkling, pools of melting caramel. They’re incredible.
“You’re meant to be resting,” I say after leaving another hickey over my claim on her throat.
“Make my dream come true,” she whimpers.
“All of them, beautiful. I will make all your dreams come true,” I promise softly. My lips hover over hers before she reaches up and kisses me deeply. I pull away again. “Show me how you want your pillows set up, Layne, so I can fuck your throat while you ride my face.”
Her eyes hood and her mouth falls open as her heat ramps up. She moves like slow flowing water as she slinks around her nest, making the space just right. Once she’s happy, she looks over her shoulder, the hunger in her eyes more prominent now.
Cupping her jaw, I pull her mouth closer, and I kiss her with a ferocity that has her body trembling against mine. But her need is rising quickly, and if I don’t start spoiling her in orgasms, she’s going to start to hurt.
With a firmer hand, I push her out of the way before I fall into position, grabbing her hips and pulling her down so her pussy is on my mouth. Her nails scratch over my ass, her touch is desperate but in the next second she’s hollowing her cheeks and taking my cock deep in her mouth.
The noises we make together, and the rocking of our bodies is a testament to the passion we share. Adding two fingers, her pussy clamps down on them as soon as I start to use them to fuck her. She gags and groans around my cock, but she doesn’t let me go until I’m deep in her throat, and her hips are circling against my mouth.
“Look at you, il mio tutto , taking Matteo’s like such a good girl,” Dante crawls over the floor of her nest, his hands skating all over her skin.
Layne whimpers, and when Valentine comes back in the nest her need twists again. Her hand squeezes around my dick, and she pulls it out to try to talk but she’s dropped straight back into her heat.
I lift her up to talk, her body is a ball of tension against. “Layne, how about you let us all fuck you again. You love that don’t you?”
Her ability to talk has dissolved, and when she looks down at me, her eyes are lost in a haze but the smile on her face, blazing bright like the sun, is pretty clear how keen she is for my suggestion.
Dante helps her up, his mouth on hers and I hear him whispering against her lips. “Matty and I are going to both fit in your pussy aren’t we? Then Val can knot your ass. We’re going to fill you so full of our claims you won’t be able to walk to your bubble bath without our come trailing down your leg.”
“Yes please,” she manages.
I stay where I am lying over the floor of her nest. The twins turn her so she’s facing me, but she fights out of their hold to present her ass up for the Alpha of our pack, like it is a prize. And it fucking well is.
Valentine’s blue eyes blaze like neon lights, and he bites his lip as he rubs the head of his cock through her slick. “Look at this, wife, your slick is dripping down your thighs and it’s all for us, isn’t it?”
She nods her head before lifting her face to look at me, her tongue trailing up my length, her eyes simmering wide with her desire again.
Dante’s hands massage up her side, one hand dips down between her legs and lifts his fingers to his mouth sucking her slick off them. He groans, and his eyes start dilating but I get it, her slick is delicious, and mind-blowing.
She rocks against the twins touch. Valentine wraps his arms around her before he rolls the two of them, ending up on his back. She’s already shuffling to sit up and pushing her legs wide.
“Please,” she whimpers, and Val wraps his hand in her hair to pull her back down, so she is lying over him. From under her, he rubs his dick against her pussy.
Dante and I crowd close, watching her writhe over him before the both of us start fingering her together, stretching her. Then like always, we move as one.
We take one of Layne’s leg each and move them back, folding her in half almost. Her rosy asshole coated in slick displays, and we take turns fingering her ready for Valentine to slide right in. And he does.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and the loud, obvious pleasure from them both has more pre-come coating my cockhead.
Watching them, I have to jack myself off slowly but Dante is the same. Valentine adjusts his legs, planting his feet down, but hers stay on either side of his, keeping her spread so fucking wide.
Dante and I have the same idea, clearly. But he beats me, his chuckle as he drives himself inside her has me laughing. I crawl around to her mouth and take turns kissing her with Valentine until she’s shuddering a softer release against my mouth.
And that’s when Valentine surges his knot inside her ass. She screams, but it’s a cry of ecstasy.
He growls biting down on her shoulder, his voice muffled but clear. “Fuck, wife, you feel incredible bearing down on me. As soon as Matty and Dante are inside I’m going to flood your hole.”
Dante pulls out, leaning down quickly to suck on her clit. He sits up as soon as I get close enough, his mouth glossy with her release before he smirks down at our Omega. “Are you ready, baby?”
Valentine groans, “Yes. She is ready.”
Much like the other times we’ve been inside her body, it just happens. Dante and I half hold on to each other before we slowly start pressing our way inside her body.
“So good,” she whimpers. “So full.”
“We’re not even all the way inside yet,” I answer, as we sink another inch into her pussy. The way she squeezes around us both, the walls of cunt pulsing and somehow pulling us deeper. Valentine doesn’t move, but Dante and I drive the four of us with our slow steady thrusting.
Layne’s eyes are open, and there’s a wonder and clarity to her gaze. All of us are floating in the sensations, she circles her hips calling for more. She drives the speed and intensity of our pleasure and takes us up to another incredible peak.
And then that peaks turns into another. Before I end up with Layne back on my lap riding me slowly, her Alphas taking turns to kiss her breathless. Her heat is gone, but we’re still in the throes of loving her. Which will never end.