Chapter 19 #2
“Do we have any lube?” Mason chuckles, flipping open a bottle and pouring some into his hand before offering it to me.
I hold out my hand and as soon as he trickles some onto it, I return it to my cock.
Mmmm. Much better.
“Catch.” Mason lobs the bottle at Davis, who catches it easily.
He pours some over his fingers before lifting them to Crew’s ass. “Ready?”
“Get your fingers in my ass and prep me. I want that cock in me as soon as Kiara comes,” Crew demands, and I bite my cheek to keep myself from laughing.
Crew has barely started his heat. If he’s already this demanding, I can only imagine how bad it’ll get as it progresses—I can’t fucking wait.
“Sir, yes, sir.” Davis pushes one finger inside, and Crew practically melts as he begins to fuck him with it. It doesn’t take long for him to add a second, then a third.
“Fuck, yes, Crew. I’m almost there,” Kiara moans, and it’s fucking sinful. Both of her hands are in his hair as she holds him against her, grinding her pussy against his face.
Fuck.
I want to be in his place. At some point, she’s definitely riding my face.
After I get through the rut I can feel beating at me.
Kiara explodes, screaming loudly as she convulses. Her hold on Crew tightens as she takes what she needs from him, but he doesn’t seem to mind as he follows her over the edge. His cum spraying across the nest as he pushes back against Davis’s fingers, his moans muffled by Kiara’s cunt.
“Damn.” Kiara finally releases her hold on Crew as she lies back once more.
Crew is grinning as he sits up, Davis’s fingers slipping out of him. He licks his lips. “You taste so damn good, baby.”
“Mmm, so do you, Crew. Now get up here and fuck me. Bite me and make me yours.”
Crew’s cock jerks as he hurries to move back up her until his body covers her. “I love you, Kiki.”
“I love you, too.” They kiss as Crew slips into her.
Davis sits behind them for a moment, just taking them in. I can’t blame him in the least—they’re magnificent together.
“Get in my ass, Davis.” Crew practically growls the command as he glances over his shoulder at the beta in question.
This time, Davis doesn’t hesitate. He moves up behind Crew, stroking his cock before lining up with Crew’s ass. Then he’s pushing into him, and the moan that spills from Crew almost sends me over the edge.
It’s dirty and desperate. And hot—so very hot.
Mason’s hand brushes mine away, and I realize I’ve stopped stroking myself. I glance at my lover with a soft smile as he takes over.
“Watch the show, Alex. You don’t want to miss a moment of this.”
“No shit,” I agree, reaching over to stroke Mason as he does the same for me.
Yeah, this is much better.
It takes a few moments for the three of them to find a rhythm, but once they do?
Holy shit.
I’m more than a little jealous as I watch Davis plow into Crew, which forces him to fuck Kiara. Our beta completely controls the rhythm, speed, and force with which Crew is fucking Kiara.
At least until our omega gets impatient and starts fucking himself back on Davis before driving himself into Kiara once more. His pace is frantic, and it’s clear he’s close.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” I mutter, squeezing Mason’s cock and pulling a hiss from him. “Sorry. We should make sure Kiki gets off. I think we’re losing him to his heat.”
Mason nods. “Yeah, let’s do that.”
Releasing one another, we scramble to our knees and scuttle over until we’re on either side of the threesome. I slide my hand between Crew and Kiara, raising an eyebrow when Crew snaps at me.
“Mine,” he growls.
“She is yours,” I agree. “We’re just going to help you make her feel good.”
He blinks at me before shaking his head as if to clear it. “Shit. Yes. Do that. We’re running out of time.”
He allows enough room for my hand to find Kiara’s clit.
When I lift my head, I find Mason with his lips around one of Kiara’s nipples, and I decide that’s an excellent idea.
I circle her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth and rolling it with my tongue in time with my fingers on her clit.
“Fuck. I’m going to come,” she pants, and Crew dives forward.
Mason and I almost don’t get out of the way in time as his teeth find their way into her neck.
Kiara’s orgasm is instantaneous, her body tensing before she screams out once more. Crew grinds his hips against her as he moans, following her over the edge once more.
Davis stills as Crew releases his teeth from Kiara, running his tongue over the mark.
“Bite me, Kiki. Make me yours.”
Kiara doesn’t hesitate, lifting her upper body and biting into his chest—just over his heart. Crew comes again, which apparently sets Kiara off again.
That’s the thing about bonding marks—they always guarantee an orgasm every time.
As they both come down, Kiara leans back and licks at her mark on Crew before collapsing onto her back. “I can feel you.”
“This is fucking amazing,” Crew agrees before glancing over his shoulder at Davis. His teeth pull back in a snarl. “Fuck me. Mark me. Make me yours.”
Davis grasps Crew’s shoulders and pulls him away from Kiara a bit before doing just what our omega demands, fucking him hard and fast. When Crew comes again, painting Kiara in his cum, Davis clamps his teeth down on the back of his neck and marks him.
It sends Crew spiraling from one orgasm into another, and I’m more than a little amazed at how much cum he’s covering Kiara in.
He grabs Davis’s hand, bringing it to his lips and biting his wrist.
They both come before collapsing forward onto Kiara.
I’m almost afraid Crew’s passed out before he struggles between them, trying to get free. “Off. Alphas. Need your knots.”
“And we’ve lost him,” Kiara laughs. “Mason and Alexander, you’re up.”
Hell, yes, we are.
It’s time to make this omega ours.