Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
RAFFERTY
M y nap leaves me hungry. Starving, really. And as I turn over, I lock my sights on the tasty snack I want to devour—my wife.
“It’s time for another secret,” I murmur, my lips skating up the side of her throat, making her jerk in surprise.
“Rafferty, you’re meant to be sleeping.”
“I was. You were in my dreams, and then I rolled over and you weren’t in my arms. But back to secrets, Tally.”
“Okay, should I be worried?” She tips her head to the side, trapping me between her head and her shoulder so we can snuggle. It’s a nice place to be. Of course I keep licking her skin, nipping at her, because she’s fucking delicious in her juicy sweetness.
“God, you taste good.” I spin her on the stool she’s perched on, and she has to let me go. “She tastes so good, doesn’t she Ty?”
Her eyes dart over my shoulder to my twin, before they come back to me. And there her gaze drops, not to the floor, to my body.
“You’re totally into us, aren’t you? You’re obsessed, to the point where you’re wondering if you would ever feel whole again if you denied yourself time with me or my brother.
It’s something I wholeheartedly support, by the way, because we feel the same about you.
Tenfold. My aim is to keep luring you further, with little bits of us, until you’re completely addicted to our pack.
Maybe then you’ll understand how bad we’ve got it for you. ”
“You woke up nasty.” The smirk on her pink lush mouth needs tasting, and I dip down and swipe my tongue over it. A blush darkens her cheeks and makes her eyes sparkle like priceless gemstones.
“What do you expect? You’re something we’re all obsessed with. Plus, I woke up with this.” I throw my hands up, hooding my eyes and flexing my hips forward to show her what I’m talking about. And it’s not the fresh pair of sweats I put on.
Tynan shakes his head behind her, but at the same time he’s not telling me to tone it down.
My dick is like a rock again. It’s solely because of her. The physical draw, and need, I have for Tally isn’t heat based. I’m fully aware; there’s no spinning of my head. I mean, I feel like I’m ready to blow, but I woke up from a dream where I was balls deep in her.
“And?” Her breathing picks up, anticipation currently out of alignment to her usual balanced restraint.
“I think my twin and I should show you the virtues of having a pack.”
I go with the direct approach.
And it hits her right where I wanted. Her peachy scent becomes warmer and even more syrupy. It’s a blessing my Alphas aren’t here, because we’d all be jostling for a drop of her attention.
“You hussy,” I tease her, and she blossoms like a flower opening up in the springtime. Her cheeks getting even pinker, her scent more fragrant. “For your information, Tally O’Connor, I meant we’re going to… bake cookies all together.”
She barks out a laugh of surprise, rippled with disbelief.
I stare her down. Until I can no longer contain the smile that always threatens when I’m near her.
“Rafferty, you did not wake up and decide we’re going to spend the day baking.”
I snuggle up against her again, chasing her heat and happiness. “You’re right. But I felt weird coming straight in here saying I want to slide my cock in your arse while my brother fills your sweet pussy, so I went with cookies.”
She spits out another laugh. It’s louder than the first. It’s totally her, and it’s infectious, making me laugh and my brother chuckle wickedly.
I nip my way along the tops of her shoulders. I probably shouldn’t—it’s like I’m tempting fate even putting my teeth near her throat, when all I want to do is mark her up, claim her as mine. Honestly, my teeth ache as much as my dick does whenever I think about how much I want to.
I purposely move away, sitting on the island, close enough to touch her, but at least over here, I can get normal air in my lungs, not her juicy peachiness.
“For the record, I think cookies are a much better idea. Safer for everyone,” she says, still smiling, but her happiness is diluted.
I search for a reason why my girl's mood just dropped.
And I get a better idea of something going on when my brother beats me to speak.
“I vote for Rafferty’s plan.”
The sparkle in her eyes hardens ever so slightly, but I’m so attuned to her already, I don’t miss it.
Tynan clears his throat, and I swivel so I can watch them both. His eyes are on her face, his voice soft with intimacy. “We are still on the same day, are we not?”
I’m not quite following Tynan’s exact meaning, but I don’t really need to. It’s clear these two have come up with a compromise of some sort. What is very interesting is that my brother is getting more and more tight-lipped when it comes to our wife.
Tally’s eyes drop, and she skillfully avoids both Tynan and me.
She doesn’t say anything else. She barely even moves as her scent changes with her uncertainty.
It’s still delectable, and like some magical agent made to sing just to me, but there’s an edge to it, like the sun has faded after a summer's day, making the peach not as punchy.
Tynan tugs on a piece of my hair, and I go to give him a mouthful, but when I look at him, I can hear his thoughts suggesting rather loudly that we “give her a minute.” Seriously, I swear there’s such a thing as twins having a superpower to speak telepathically or shit because a look, a touch, a weird noise or movement is all that’s needed sometimes.
And because I already know what he’s going to say next, I turn the oven on and grab the baking trays while Tynan gets all the ingredients.
It might be weird that we bake cookies, but I get such a sweet tooth before, during, and after my heat that this is my control freak of a brother's negotiation. We bake whatever I want. I get it, the commercially made cookies and biscuits are full of chemicals and crap. It’s also deeply calming to follow basic instructions while my mind, cock, and balls beat like the music at a rave party.
Like Tynan already pointed out, in our silent communication, all Tally needed was some time. Long minutes later, she joins us.
“You get to cream the butter, Tally.” I pass over the mixing bowl and a large wooden spoon.
“You don’t have a mixer?”
“No need. When you live with a pack that whacks off, or whacks each other off, as much as we do, that forearm strength comes to good use. Tynan’s included in that sweeping statement, though he’s not keen on anyone else's dick but his own.”
“Wow. Really?” She giggles before she sasses me back, holding up her arms. “These guns are great. I should use the mixer still.”
“Bullshit. All the more reason for you to use the spoon and work on your stroke and endurance. From a PT point of view.” Tynan adds.
She shakes her head, having as much fun winding me and Ty up as we are her.
I lean into her space, “Four men to love you means four men to satisfy, Omega. I’ll teach you to be ambidextrous, so you can keep us all entertained.”
She throws her head back and laughs that deep throaty laugh of hers. The noise races down my spine, unlocking a tease of my heat.
“Get whipping right goddamn now, woman. While they bake, we’re fucking.”
The vixen laughs again, huskier, and her scent leaks. Instead of talking or arguing, she holds my gaze as she creams the butter like a pro. All I can think with each beat is how good it would feel if it was my dick she was treating so nasty.
We somehow manage to throw the cookies together in no time flat. Instead of putting them in the oven, I put them back in the fridge before stalking her like a lion does a gazelle.
“You know what comes next?”
“Yeah, I take the tray out of the fridge and put it in the oven, then we sit here and watch them bake. It’s my favorite part, you know.
” Her voice dips lower, and she takes a small step out of the path I’m on.
“Watching them rise slowly at the same time the chocolate turns gooey. But I think the best is the smell.”
I keep staring her down, slowing each step. “Correct. But cookies don’t have a patch on you. We’re baking them after.”
“After what?” she asks, dipping her chin. The edge of her mouth curls up in tease, a complete contrast to the naive act she’s playing.
“My brother and I take you to bed. His bed. Where I sometimes chill when I need some twin time. It smells like the both of us. And soon it’s going to smell like the three of us.”
Her eyes flutter to a close before they pop open. They’re not on me; she’s searching for Ty. Then it’s his turn to stalk her, but he’s not slow or giving her any room to doubt herself. He snatches her off her feet and carries her to his room.
I climb out of my sweats and follow them, lifting her out of his arms to lay her down on his bed, doing the same so we’re nose to nose on his pillow.
“I would never pressure you.”
Her eyebrow curls up, making me clarify.
“Much. I definitely wouldn’t intentionally make you feel shit. I want you. I also know how much Ty wants you too. I feel it in my bones, and hear him in my thoughts, saying the same I’m saying in mine, Tally is ours. ”
She climbs on top of me, grabbing my hands and pinning them above my head. “Why can’t I say no to you?”
Her mouth is on mine, her tongue dancing slowly with me as I try to give her all the answers she’s after.
Tally’s kisses are consuming. They’re addictive and make me lose my mind.
Her lips are soft but not from lack of confidence; it’s just the difference between kissing an Omega and kissing my Alphas.
The bed behind us dips, and Tally turns slightly but doesn’t stop until she sees that Tynan has undressed. She stands up on the mattress and points to a space where Ty is clearly meant to lie down. Like me, my brother is a sap for this woman, and he does as she asks immediately.
Walking straight off the mattress, she undresses too before she pulls our bodies closer so there's no space between me and my brother.