38. Quinn
Chapter 38
Quinn
I 've been hard and pumping out perfume during the entire ride home from the Barn Owl.
Scratch that. I was hard on the dance floor too. That was before the two of them tortured us with their little diversion on the dock. I could feel Dane’s pleasure in the bond, but from our position, we couldn’t see anything. It was devious and delicious.
Of course, when they met up with us, Dane and Rosie smelled like sex. Their scents have combined into this lush, heady mix that's made me slick. The soundtrack of their kissing isn’t helping. Jealous isn’t exactly right, but my territorial omega instincts are roaring, insisting that Rosie becomes covered in me—and all her pack. She’s ours.
“Is Dane teasing you back there, baby?” Nash smirks, looking at Rosie in the rearview mirror. “Go on and open those knees a little wider. Let me see exactly what he’s doing between your legs.”
“I definitely wouldn’t need you talking about it if he were,” Rosie says, her voice an octave too high, which causes Dane to chuckle.
“Deny it all you want, but I think you like it when I talk about all the things we want to do to you,” Nash says as his big palm skirts across the center console and brushes against my hard cock. “You two have made Quinn a mess up here.” He gives me a squeeze, his thumb rubbing along the fabric of my pants to tease my crown.
I’ve already got a wet spot, horny to the point I can’t see straight.
“Not helping,” I hiss in frustration.
The light flicks to green, and Nash returns to driving. I’ve been trying to keep my neediness at bay all week, but my instincts can only be held off for so long. Apparently, time is up.
Nash pulls around our circular drive, and as soon as he cuts the engine, I race out of the passenger seat and throw open the back door. My mouth collides with Rosie’s. She gasps before sinking into the kiss. Touching her feels like a magnet locking into place, the static charge zipping along my lips.
I spread open her thighs, stepping between them. Breaking from the kiss, I murmur, “You’ve been teasing me all night, naughty girl. I’m done waiting.”
My hands travel up her thighs, fingering the garter. It’s taking everything I have not to push her back against the seat and bury myself between her legs in the front yard.
“I just need a taste.”Moving the lace edge of her panties to the side, I rub her center, coating my fingers.
“Quinn,” Rosie gasps into my neck.
The sharp bite of her nails sends a burst of arousal straight to my dick. I moan at how wet she is. The urge to be covered in her scent overwhelms me.
“You’re ready for us, aren’t you, Rosie?” I murmur in her ear.
“I want to taste you. All of you?—”
“Inside.” The scent of grapefruit envelops me from behind, and Nash’s big hand wraps around my waist. He grabs hold of my cock. “Now.”
Rosie laughs into my neck. “I think we’re busted.”
I circle her clit before giving it a good pinch. She moans, and it’s game over. The alphas growl in unison.
Nash flips me over his shoulder, calling to Dane, “Grab the other troublemaker.”
* * *
Rosie peeks out of the closet door hesitantly, her skin flushed.
I knew Raven designed lingerie, but nothing could have prepared me for the full effect of the corset she was hiding under that dress. I can’t decide where to look, my eyes flitting back and forth between the stockings and the swell of her cleavage. Without her saying a word, I know this is one of her pieces. Whether drawing or designing clothes, she has this way of making things intricate and finely detailed, conveying a sense of softness.
“Come here, sweetness,” I say, licking my lips in anticipation. “Twirl for me.”
Rosie bites her lip before closing her eyes and spinning slowly, sending her curls bouncing around her neck. It shows off all that smooth skin—the spot where my alphas will mark her as mine if she lets us.
From his spot beside me, Nash makes a rumbly sound of appreciation. “That bow is art, baby.”
He’s right; the black satin ribbon frames the curve of her heart-shaped ass perfectly.
Next to Nash, Dane murmurs his agreement, his hand sliding to adjust his hard cock.
“You look like a present,” I tell her.
Rosie’s eyes stay downcast as she closes the distance between us. She’s nervous, but her scent is mostly excitement. Only at the edges of her scent are the smallest tendrils of anxiety. I tug on her chin, forcing her to meet my eyes.
“What do you say if it’s too much?” I ask.
“Stop,” she says before swallowing loudly.
“Restraints? Using your mouth?”
“Yes, to all that.” Rosie squirms in front of me, her scent spiking.
So do the alphas standing beside me, both of them tossing their shirts on the bed.
This is what Rosie asked for, and this is what we plan to give her. She craves giving up control and wants someone to own her pleasure. That’s the beauty of a pack, of mates. We can give her everything she needs. My omega instincts are driving me hard, urging me to mark her as pack and stake our claim, but I need to be patient.
“On your knees, baby,” Nash says, voice gruff with arousal.
Dane tosses a pillow down and offers Rosie a hand. She sinks to the floor slowly, going to her knees before sitting on her heels. Her neck is bent, and her shoulders tense.
The nerves are back, and that won’t do.
“Very pretty,” I say, letting a purr slip into my words. She loves praise and soaks it in like rain to a parched flower. “Open those knees for us. Let me get a glimpse of your pretty little pussy.”
She sucks in a breath but obeys, spreading her thick thighs. I don’t force her to meet my eyes, letting her adjust. Her neck and chest are splotched with blooming red marks, but her scent is lush.
“Touch yourself for us, nice and slow,” I command softly. “Let us see.”
Nash steps behind her, his big hand squeezing the back of her neck before he skirts across her chest and lifts her breast. He does the same to the other side. The move makes her hard nipples peek out over the edge of her corset. Her fingers inch closer to her center, dipping between her legs. She pushes against the fabric of her panties and rubs her clit. She looks like the picture of abundance, like a sex goddess that promises only softness and pleasure.
“Your wet little cunt smells so sweet,” Nash growls, rolling her nipple until she cries out.“I can’t get enough of your tits, baby. I plan to cover them in my scent.”
Nash pinches one nipple, then the other, causing Rosie to let loose this sweet, horny sound. Her finger circles her clit, and her thighs jump.
“Do you see what you do to me, Rosie?” Dane rubs along the outline of his cock over his pants, and mine throbs.
My Prime’s scent is sharp, and the blunt edge of his need makes the leather more prominent. For all of Dane’s control, he is a mess right now. He’s been holding back, just as I have, and it’s making him near feral. I haven’t seen his alpha instincts so heightened since my first heat, but I’m obsessed with the way she pushes him to the edge of control.
“Show her, alpha,” I tell him. He’s hesitant with her, and I want him to use his instincts. She needs to be reassured, to see how much he wants her.
Rosie’s eyes jump to mine, her expression filled with so much vulnerability that my chest aches.
I grab her chin, rubbing my thumb along her smooth skin. “Isn’t that right, sweet girl? You want to see how desperate your mates are to take you and how turned on your pack gets for their beta. Will you be a good girl and let us use this pretty mouth?”
Her pink lips part, and her lashes flutter. “Yes.”
“Then hands off your pussy. You don’t come until we tell you to.” I drop to my knees, settling in front of her and collaring her throat with my hand. Leaning in, I whisper, “I wanna see you suck our alphas’ cocks for me. And then I want you to make a mess of mine.” I squeeze her throat once, letting her feel me before I cup her tits and pluck her nipples.
“Fuck. Yes.” Rosie’s eyes are blown, her pupils wide.
Beside me, Dane unbuckles his belt.
Rosie licks her lips, her eyes hungry as she watches him take himself out. He’s got that classic alpha build, and his thick cock is no exception. Dane strokes himself, using his thumb to swipe the weeping slit.
“Give me that belt, babe.” I hold out my hand. "Place your hands behind your back, Raven.”
I scoot around, threading the belt through itself to make handcuffs and securing them on her wrists.
Nash weaves his fingers through her curls, tugging until Rosie’s chin lifts. “Open for Dane, baby.”
Curling myself around her back, I tease my hands along the garter and lean over her shoulder, watching as Dane steps closer. She turns into Dane’s touch, nuzzling him with her cheek, and my alpha curses. He takes hold of his length, tapping the thick crown along her lips. Her pink tongue flicks out to sweep across his slit.
My fingers dig into her thigh, and my cock pulses. “Suck the tip.”
Her tongue twists, licking him before she takes him into her mouth. She shifts restlessly, her bound hands reaching for my cock.
My dick jumps at the desperate brush of her fingers, and for a moment, I close my eyes, trying to get myself back in control. I’m a hair trigger away from coming, and I refuse to go off in my pants like a damn teenager. Again .
Pulling back, I nip her earlobe. “Naughty girl, keep your hands to yourself. You’re only to grab hold of me to stop if it becomes too much. Otherwise, hands off.”
Rosie moans, the sound muffled.
“Pull back, Dane,” I command. “She needs a way to say stop.”
He steps back, and Rosie gasps. “What?”
“Just checking in, sweetheart,” Dane says, rubbing a thumb over her bottom lip. “You heard him say to grab hold of him to stop, right?”
“Yeah, it’s devious.”
“It is. Are you ready?” Dane asks.
“Please,” she says, opening wide.
Fuck, that’s hot. My body burns with lust watching the way his cock surges into her mouth. My dick leaks in sympathy, watching his slick cock slide out and back in.
“Fuck, that pretty mouth of yours is so sweet,” Dane says. He speeds up his thrusts as I tease closer and closer to the heat between her legs.
Nash can’t take it, fumbling with his jeans until he’s got himself in hand. His other hand tightens in Rosie’s hair. “Wider, baby.”
When Dane pulls out, Nash surges forward, taking her mouth. It’s seriously the hottest thing, watching her take them both.
Nash’s controlling command makes her thighs squeeze. I force her thighs back open while I suck along her neck. This time, I edge her with fast swipes over her pussy before scratching my blunt nails along her thighs. I alternate the movements, sometimes circling her clit or dipping below the edge of her panties to pull her open without touching her where she needs. She’s dripping and trembling, and Dane is no better.
Our alpha growls, cupping her face and giving over to the need to rut. He stuffs her mouth as tears stream down her cheeks. Rosie and I are both so wet we’re a fucking mess.
When Dane's rhythm falters and I know he’s close, I wreck him. “Back off, handsome,” I say, my voice approximating a growl.
Dane’s eyes land on mine, flashing with the sharp glint of his alpha. He takes it as a challenge, as I thought he would. He snarls, gripping Rosie’s hair and sinking into her throat.
Rosie moans, her scent spiking as he holds himself there. I pull her open wider, spreading her pussy without giving her any other touch. She bucks, chest heaving.
Our alpha pulls out on a rumble, and Rosie pants, sucking in sharp breaths. “Again,” she pleads, her voice raspy and raw.
Nash curses, stepping closer, his cock in hand. She dives for him, sucking with abandon.
The two alphas take turns with her mouth while I alternate between abusing her pretty nipples and grazing along her slick center without giving her enough to come. She’s fucking soaked, rocking her hips as she makes these moans I want to feast on.
“Together,” I order my alphas. “Mark her pretty tits. Make her smell like she’s ours.”
Rosie nearly goes off at my words, her body bowing.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” I say. “That orgasm is mine.”
She whimpers, and Nash curses. “You’re so fucking perfect, baby. The sexiest beta.”
Dane brushes his thumb along her lip. “Open.”
His abs flex as he pumps his cock, the fat tip sitting on her tongue. Nash steps closer, the two of them crowding her mouth as they stroke themselves. Dane comes first, but Nash is right behind him, the alphas painting her lips and chest with cum.
I rub it into her chest, circling her nipples before giving them a good pinch.She smells like my alphas, and the rightness of it soothes my roaring instincts.
She begs then, her thighs squeezing and her hips rocking.
“You’re doing so good for us. Hold out just a little bit longer for me, sweet girl. When you come, it’s going to be with me inside you.”
Rosie whines, and it’s the prettiest sound. I uncuff her and rub her arms, easing the tension from being bound.
She twists in my arms, tilting her face so our lips almost brush. “Please, Quinn.”
Her eyes are full of cotton clouds. I nibble her bottom lip before skimming her throat with my teeth. I’ve never wished I was an alpha before, but right now, I envy their ability to mark her.
Nash sweeps in and scoops her up, placing her on the bed. She yelps in surprise, giggling when he smothers her in kisses and whispers in her ear.
Before he can take over, I lunge, hauling her to the edge of the bed. I wrap my hands around her thighs and spread her for me. Fumbling with the straps, I tug the garter free and shimmy off her panties.
The first taste makes me moan. She’s rose tea, made extra sweet with the honey of edging her for so long. I flick my tongue, licking her from ass to clit.
Rosie rises to sit back on her elbows, and her fingers thread into my hair. “Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”
Diving my tongue between the lips of her pussy, I finally let myself have full rein. Her nails dig into my scalp, the burn making my tip leak.
I tongue her opening, feasting on my reward until Nash smacks my ass with a sharp palm, his rock-bottom voice gritting out, “Stop teasing her.”
Forcing myself to back off, I kiss her thigh. I want her desperate, but I also want her full of me when she finally comes.
I rip off my shirt while Nash tugs off my pants. His thumb rubs my crown, using my pre-cum to slide along my shaft. When his other hand teases my slick hole, I curse, already too close.
Dane crawls up on the bed behind Rosie, situating her against his chest. He wraps a hand around her, cupping her breast possessively.
“Please, Quinn. Kelly, I need—” Rosie begs, her eyes glazed and her chest heaving.
“Shh, I’ve got you. You’ve been so patient, taking it all for your pack.” I step closer, situating myself between the cradle of her legs.
Nash guides my cock to her entrance, and I rub back and forth, turned on by how her pink pussy shines for me. She’s so perfectly needy for me, for us.
I inch my way inside, and Rosie gives me a kitten growl. “Please!”
Nash squeezes my ass cheeks, spreading me open as I surge forward, cursing at the feel of her tight heat. I haven’t ever topped before. But with Rosie, I want to be the one taking her. That’s a new feeling, and I welcome it. The overwhelming feel of being inside her, of claiming her in this way, nearly sends me over the edge.
My body trembles as I withdraw to the tip and drive back in.Over and over, I bury myself inside her, my hips picking up speed.
“Please.” Rosie lets out a weak sob, and it draws my eyes to hers. I grind my pelvis down hard on her clit, filling her deep.
Leaning in to caress her cheek, I say, “Come for me, sweet girl. Give me what I’ve been waiting for. Make a mess of your omega’s cock.”
Her pussy pulses, her honey gushing as she squeezes me tightly. It’s perfect fucking pressure.Nash growls, his slick finger slipping into my ass. My hands find her hips, and I thrust deep, freezing as my orgasm rushes through me.
When my brain reboots, I nuzzle into her neck, my hands touching her anywhere I can.
Rosie seeks my lips, her hand cupping my face. It’s a sweet kiss in the presence of so much heat, the moment turning tender. She says my name softly, reverently, and the rawness of it aches. I love the dynamic we’re creating, the way our pack is shifting and changing to mold around her.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Raven. You’re so perfect for your pack, so sexy when you let me take you apart.”
She kisses me, her mouth saying all the things we don’t have words for. It’s slow, our breathing coming down and our bodies tangling together. The alphas cut in, passing our lips between them until we’re a twisted pile.
Eventually, Nash grumbles, “Up in bed.”
Our alphas unlace Rosie’s corset before situating her and me between them.
My eyes find hers, inches apart, and I hold her neck. “Thank you for trusting me, sweet girl.”
She answers me with a soft kiss before nuzzling into my arms. Nash snakes a hand around her waist, leaning over to kiss me good night. He speaks softly to her, but I’m too cozy and blissed out to follow what he says. Dane snuggles up behind me, whispering words of praise into my ear and checking in with me, his big palm rubbing down my back.
“No wonder you like to top,” I say into the pillow, my words garbled and a little cum-drunk. “I’m so perfect right now.”
My purr comes to life and my eyes close. It isn’t long before I’m drifting off, the soundtrack of the others' purrs and quiet whispers around me. My pack has always been solid, but it’s never felt more right than it does having Rosie here with me at the center.