Chapter Thirty-One
Kai
I 've been waiting long enough.
No, seriously. I deserve a goddamn medal for the amount of restraint I’ve shown this week. I’ve been edging myself like it’s a competitive sport, listening to moaning through steel doors, being benched like the hot substitute in a porno with too much plot. And okay, maybe I got handsy with Theo in the dark for like five minutes - but that was a stress response. A deeply therapeutic, entirely accidental stress response. Anyone in my position would’ve done the same.
Probably with more tongue.
So when Ash finally collapses beside her, panting like he just came in his own mouth, I move. Fast.
“My fucking turn,” I bark at him, already stripping like I’m being timed.
Rhea barely has time to blink before I’ve got her flipped over, face-down, ass-up, hands clutching the couch cushions like they’re the only things keeping her from floating off into orbit. Which, honestly, fair. If I were her, I’d be halfway to Nirvana, too.
“Would you look at this?” I toss over my shoulder, eyes locked on the soaked, swollen mess between her thighs. “You left her like this? You absolute amateurs .”
I drop to my knees behind her, and fuck me: it’s a full-body religious experience.
She’s dripping. Slick, spit, come - some unholy cocktail of alpha effort and omega need.
It's a masterpiece.
A mess-terpiece .
“Jesus Christ, Bambi,” I groan, spreading her open with both hands. “You ever gonna stop being this perfect, or is this just your thing now?”
She whimpers, and I swear it echoes in my spine as I drag a finger through the chaos and groan like I’ve been personally blessed.
“You’re still fucking empty,” I mutter, half to myself, half to the other bastards hovering behind me like I won’t bite. “Still greedy. Still wanting.”
Ash growls low - deep and dangerous, like his self-control just cracked a rib. Theo sounds like he’s praying under his breath or trying to astral project himself somewhere polite and fully clothed.
But me?
Yeah, no. I’m fully in the zone.
Rhea's perfect omega ass is right in front of me, slick and quivering, and I’m not exactly the gracefully bow out type.
Especially not when she’s laid out like a buffet that moans.
I grip her cheeks and spread her wide, thumbs digging in just enough to make her gasp.
“Fuck, Bambi,” I groan, hot breath hitting her dripping cunt. “You even tremble pretty.”
I slap her ass, once. Not mean, not rough; but sharp enough to echo, and just enough to watch her flinch and moan and arch that perfect spine.
“You feel that?” I mutter, rubbing over the spot, soothing what I just claimed. “That’s mine now. This ass. This pussy. All of it.”
I lean in closer, giving into temptation so that I can lick a long, greedy stripe from her clit all the way up her ass from behind, dragging my tongue like I’m tasting the secret to eternal life.
She cries out, and it's music .
“You like that?” I murmur, circling her rim with the flat of my tongue. “Want every hole touched, tasted, ruined?”
She nods and whimpers, and I drag her hips back into my face, palms greedy, spreading her wide enough to make a fucking prayer out of it.
“Fuck, Rhea - you’re gonna kill me .”
I kiss her right between her cheeks - filthy and worshipful - and then I go back in, tongue fucking her rim while she whines like she’s being unravelled one nerve at a time.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I announce, just to make sure no one’s missing the party. “You hear that, boys? She’s soaked . I haven’t even put my cock in yet and she’s dripping like I already made her come.”
Ash makes that noise again - all feral and furious - and I swear Theo just muttered an actual Hail Mary.
“This sweet little ass is begging to be filled. Her cunt too, obviously, but I’m just saying - she’s got range .”
I grin against her flesh and slap her ass again.
She gasps.
Good girl.
And if the other two want a turn, they can wait in line. I’m busy worshipping. I’ve got her laid out like a fucking offering, slick and panting and perfect, and yeah, I’m feral. I’m hungry -
And I’m gonna make this my masterpiece.
“You should’ve saved this for me,” I mutter, dragging my teeth along the soft skin at the top of her thigh, just enough pressure to leave a mark. “But hey, I get it. You needed a few practice rounds before the main event.”
She trembles. Moans.
I move, dropping to one knee behind her on the couch like I’m about to propose marriage to her pussy and spread her open even further with both hands. Broad palms, firm grip, thumbs digging in to make sure I get the full view.
And holy shit - yeah. This is my religion now.
This is my entire purpose on this earth.
“I can still smell them on you,” I growl, nose brushing the slick mess between her thighs. “But I don’t give a shit. You’re mine now. Your pussy is mine.”
And then I dive straight back in like a man possessed.
The sound that she makes every time my tongue drags one long, greedy swipe from her soaked pussy all the way up to her tight little rim?
Fuck - I could bottle it. Sell it.
Build an empire on it.
She jolts like I short-circuited her soul, and I can't help but grin against her skin.
“You want it like this, don't you, Bambi?” I ask, breath hot over her cunt. “You want every part of you worshipped.”
She moans, high and helpless, which is the kind of encouragement I need in my life.
I eat through the mess of her slick like I’m taste-testing for the gods. I circle her rim with my tongue again, slow and firm, while one hand slides forward to stroke over her clit. She jerks, and I smirk - smug and confident upon feeling her whole body quake.
“She’s gonna come,” I warn, voice full of glee. “On my tongue. On my fingers. Probably on the fucking couch if we don’t tarp it soon.”
“Don’t break her,” Ash growls.
“She’s not breakable,” I shoot back, eyes gleaming. “She’s built different.”
My hands are covered in slick now. I rub it down her thighs, across her ass, up to her lower back, marking her like art. Like territory.
Like mine .
When I pull back, finally, it’s only to breathe. Because holy fuck - I might be the one who passes out first.
“She tastes like heaven and sin had a baby,” I pant, running my thumb slow over her soaked pussy, watching it twitch under my touch. “And I’m not done.”
“You said that ten minutes ago,” Rhea manages, breathless.
“And I meant it,” I growl, dragging a single finger over her clit. “You think I’m leaving this pussy unsatisfied? This thing’s got a goddamn gravitational pull.”
“Watch it,” Ash snaps.
I kiss the curve of her spine, grinning. “Easy, soldier. She said we could share.”
Her ass is right there - perfect and round and glistening with slick like some kind of divine gift I did absolutely nothing to deserve, and yet, here we are. My hands find her hips like they were made for it - one bracing her in place, the other already wrapped around my cock like I’m halfway through a very aggressive prayer.
I press the fat head of it right to her rim. Just... rest it there. Innocently.
Like that’s believable.
You'd think I zapped her with a live wire, the way her body reacts to the sensation.
“Oh?” I coo, hips grinding in a slow, maddening circle against that tight little hole. “You want it here, Bambi? Want me to stuff every greedy, slick-dripping inch into this sweet little back door? Stretch you open till you’re sobbing on my cock?”
She shivers. Trembles.
But she doesn’t say no.
Dangerous.
“ Fuck . You’d take it, wouldn't you?” I murmur against the curve of her lower back, nosing down until I kiss the dip of her spine. “You’d cry, you’d claw, and you’d still fucking beg for more.”
She would. She will.
But not today.
I’m not that cruel. I’m many things - alpha, menace, walking sex god - but I’m not a tease.
Okay, I'm that, too.
But I’m also merciful.
I slide lower, dragging my cock through the sloppy, soaked mess of her cunt.
“You’re still so fucking wet ,” I pant, half laughing, half praying. “What the hell are they feeding you?”
From somewhere in the background, Theo makes a noise like he’s either guilty or about to combust.
“Don’t look away, big guy,” I call over my shoulder as I line myself up against her. “You did this. You started this slick-slide symphony. Least you can do is watch me bring it home.”
And then, I thrust.
One hard, filthy stroke straight into heaven.
Holy. Shit.
She clamps around me like I just fed her the meaning of life through my dick.
“Oh fuck - tight little heat-drunk pussy, and you’re still trying to suck me into another dimension. ”
She sobs. I laugh.
I pull back just to slam in again like I’ve got beef with the structural integrity of this couch.
The sound it makes? Straight-up filth. Slick, wet, obscene - like someone’s smacking raw dough in a thunderstorm.
She chokes out, “ Kai - ohmygod -”, like she’s shocked.
As if this isn’t exactly what I promised I’d do.
As if I haven’t been mentally drafting this scene in the back of my skull since the second I smelled her heat.
“You already said I could have you, Bambi,” I groan, hips slamming into her with the enthusiasm of a man who’s been edging himself in sweatpants for three days. “No backsies.”
She makes a noise that’s probably a protest - adorable, really. Then I wrap her hair around my fist, arch her back just enough to make her gasp, and drive in deep.
She screams. Loud.
Like her soul just left the building through her throat.
Behind me, Theo makes a noise like a fainting Victorian housewife. I don’t even look. I just grin.
“That for me, big guy?” I pant, breathless but smug. “Or are you reliving when she came on your cock like it was a religious experience?”
“You’re a goddamn menace,” Ash bites out, voice low and flat - his signature I’m-about-to-punch-someone tone.
“I’m a goddamn community service,” I shoot back. “Look at her. Ruined. Wrecked. Radiating post-orgasm glow like it’s a superpower.”
I lean down, lips brushing her ear.
“Tell them, baby. Tell them how good it feels.”
“F-fucking perfect,” she sobs.
“Louder.”
“You’re - deep - so deep -”
I laugh so hard I almost throw off my rhythm.
“That’s my girl.”
I slam in again, couch groaning under us like even it knows it’s outmatched.
She’s soaked. Warm. Gripping me like she was made for it.
And me?
I’m just trying not to pass out from the sheer insanity of how tight she is.
“You hear that, boys?” I call, because yes, I do enjoy my own commentary. “She’s not just mine. She’s yours. She’s ours .”
Then, lower. Just for her.
“And you’re not gonna forget this, Omega,” I growl against her skin. “You’re gonna feel me every time you sit. Every time one of them touches you. You’ll still feel me.”
Because I’m Kai Reed. And I don’t just fuck - I leave an impression.
Rhea arches under me like I just hit some magic switch. Her body trembles - gasps, moans, writhes - and I swear it’s like every inch of her is begging for more.
“ You feel like heaven dipped in sin and slick," I huff, my voice thick with desire. “ Tightest little cunt I've ever had the honor of being strangled by. Someone give this Omega a medal. Actually - fuck it - I am the medal."
A strangled noise escapes Ash somewhere behind us. The idea that he's watching, that Theo's watching, that they're turned on by this sends a jolt of pleasure straight through me.
I don't stop. Can't stop. My thrusts are rough and deep, teetering on the edge of too much, but I know she can take it.
She's greedy for it. Desperate .
"You gonna come for me, baby?" I growl against her ear. "Gonna let me fuck it out of you while your precious alphas watch?"
Theo's voice is tight. “This isn’t - Kai, don’t push her -”
“I said what I said,” I bark, each word punctuated by a thrust. “Watch me, Theo. Watch me wreck your dream girl’s sweet little cunt while she begs for it.”
“Fucking hell -” Ash mutters.
“Please,” she gasps, her voice cracking. “Don’t stop, Kai. Don’t you fucking dare stop -”
“That’s my girl,” I growl, a grin spreading across my face . “So good for me, aren’t you? Loud, greedy, desperate - fuck, you’re perfect. ”
I lean down, my mouth hot against her ear, hips grinding in deep. She sobs, overstimulated and dripping, as my cock hits that spot that makes her vision black out.
“Gonna give it to you, Bambi,” I promise. “Gonna fill you up so fucking good, you’ll smell like me for days. Even Lucian’ll catch it from a mile away and know I won. ”
She laughs again - helpless and ruined -
And then she breaks.
It hits all at once: her whole body clamping down around my cock like she’s trying to lock me in and throw away the key.
Slick gushes out of her, soaking my thighs, the couch, probably half the damn room. She’s pulsing around me, shaking, gone.
Fucking gone.
“Fuck yes, ” I pant, holding her tight. “That’s right. Come for me, Bambi. Give me every fucking drop.”
I can't breathe. Can't think. All I can do is feel - the stretch of her, the weight of her, the perfect chaos of how full she is, how much I'm giving her, how much she's taking.
“ Fuck, ” she gasps, her voice breaking. “Again. I - fuck - again -”
Her body trembles with aftershocks, thighs clamped tight, chest heaving like she's laughing and sobbing at the same time.
She's split open, flooded with heat, wrecked with euphoria.
And I lose it.
I thrust once, twice - and that’s it.
I let go.
With a roar that feels like it’s coming out of my spine, I spill into her. Hot and thick and endless. My whole body locks up as I empty myself inside her, grinding deep and slow like I want to carve my name into her from the inside out.
“ Holy fuck, ” I groan. “ God damn. ”
She’s still gasping, trembling like her soul’s just been rewired.
Then - somewhere in the middle of all that euphoria - something shifts.
I feel it. Not just slick, not just clenching, not just heat.
The reach.
Oh fuck.
My whole body goes still. Buried to the hilt in her, panting like a sinner in a confessional booth, and then -
She’s reaching.
The bond is blooming. That silken snap pulling us tight. Her instinct is choosing me. Not blindly, not by mistake; but with something deep and raw and wanting.
You.
You, too.
“Oh ,
fuck no,” I rasp, eyes wide and wild as I pulls her head back. “Are you - Bambi, don’t you dare - ”
But my hips move like it’s already done, like it’s meant to be. I rut deeper, chasing it, pulled into her like gravity just declared war.
“You’re reaching for me,” I growl. “You sneaky little - god, you want this, don’t you?”
Her body pulses in answer. Her scent spills into the air - sweet and slick and saturated with yes yesyesyes -
“ Shit, ” I grit out, shaking, hips stuttering. “Fine. Fine. You want the bond? Then take it . It’s yours.”
I lean in, voice rough, low, teeth brushing the shell of her ear.
“Hope you’re ready to be haunted by this
dick for the rest of your life.”
She laughs - a breathless, ruined sound - and then it hits.
Not lightning. Not a spark.
A tidal fucking wave.
The bond slams into place, hot and hungry and full of all the things I don’t let people see.
My fear. My hunger. The insane, unshakable way I love.
All of it, pouring into her like it’s never belonged anywhere else.
“ Fuck ,” I groan, forehead to the back of her neck. “I’m gonna be insufferable after this.”
“You already are,” she breathes, still half-laughing, half-crying.
“But now I’ve got proof,” I grin, feral and wrecked. “Get ready for a lifetime of bad jokes and inappropriate touching, Bambi.”
“Absolutely not,” Ash grits out from behind us. “I will sedate you.”
“Too late!” I crow. “She claimed the chaos - she can’t return it now!”
“You are unbearable,” Theo groans.
“You’re just mad she bonded me before your golden-boy ass,” I fire back. “Try being fun next time.”
“Try being less of a walking liability,” Ash interrupts before Theo can retort, his voice like cut glass. “This isn’t a frat house.”
I glance over my shoulder with the smuggest grin I’ve ever worn in my life.
“Ash, babycakes, you’re starting to sound an awful lot like Lucian -”
And that’s when she clenches.
Tight. Uncontrollable. Full-body jolt.
Like the name alone did it.
I freeze. So does Ash.
And then I grin like the devil with a new toy.
“Well, well,” I purr. “Looks like someone’s name gets her all tight and twitchy.”
“Kai!” Rhea moans, face buried in her arms, half-laughing, half-dying of shame.
Ash’s jaw ticks like a damn stopwatch. I lean in again, still inside her, still pulsing.
“That’s so fucking hot,” I murmur. “You get all needy just thinking about Lucian’s moody ass? Kinda kinky, Bambi.”
Ash mutters a prayer for patience.
I hum. “Not judging. But if Rhea’s cunt starts clenching every time someone growls her name, we’re gonna need a rotation schedule.”
She groans like she wants to die and laugh at the same time.
Mission: accomplished.
Ash snarls, “I will end you.”
“You wish,” I shoot back.
Then I grind in just a little deeper, making her gasp, her body fluttering around me all over again.
“Lucky for me,” I grin, “Bambi here has excellent taste.”
And apparently, it’s me.
You're welcome.