19 #2
Hannah turns to look at him, giving him a look that says she really likes being one of his favorite people. Hell, I know how she feels. When Ellis turns his radiance on you, it’s nice being bathed in that warmth.
When Hannah turns back to look at me, I lean forward and give her a quick kiss. I pull back, raising my eyebrows, a silent question to make sure that was okay, and she’s beaming. She leans in for another kiss.
I pull her up and into my lap, and soon I’ve got her draped all over me, straddling me.
She’s got thick legs, which I like, and I like how soft she is pressed into me.
Her waist is tiny. I span that with my hands, and she wriggles into me.
I get very familiar with the shape of her, with the feel of her before I start to touch any of her sensitive bits.
She gasps appreciatively the whole time, but when I touch her breasts through her clothes, she makes the most delightful of sounds.
“That good, little one?” I murmur in her ear.
“Her noises are out of this world,” whispers Ellis, who’s perched on the couch, watching, his pants stretched over his obvious erection. “It’s the first thing that got to me about her, I have to admit.”
Gatlin’s sitting opposite us, stroking his chin. I’m not sure if he’s entirely on board with whatever we’re doing, but I also can sense his arousal through the bond, so he’s not going to stop me.
“I do feel little,” says Hannah. “Next to the three of you, I mean, I do. I don’t think I am little, though.”
“You’re positively tiny,” I inform her in a voice that will not be argued with. I’m going to enjoy spoiling this one.
Her beta scent flutters out over the air, and I slide my hands underneath her shirt to touch her breasts through her bra, which makes her writhe and gasp into me, making more of her sweet little noises.
“Can we take this off, Hannah?” I ask, pulling on the hem of her shirt.
She looks around at Ellis. “Am I going to be the only one naked?”
“No,” says Ellis, stripping off his shirt. “We can all totally be naked if it makes you feel more comfortable.”
I chuckle at that and pull off my own shirt.
She turns back around to look at me, letting out a little, “Oh,” at my chest. She ogles me, biting down on her bottom lip. “You are all so… perfect.”
I sense this isn’t really a compliment to me, but more an expression of her insecurity, so I know she needs reassurance.
However, I’m not really good with reassurance, so I just start playing with her breasts again, teasing her nipples through her bra, making them stiff, and she starts making noise again, and I take off her shirt, and then I snap her bra off too, and she’s bare and soft in my arms, and I put my mouth to her.
She throws back her head, panting, as I taste her nipples one after the other. I learned a long time ago that simple sucking isn’t the most stimulating of actions, so I alternate between nipping and licking and little sucks and tracing with my tongue.
Then she’s too distracted to be insecure, moving her little pelvis against mine as she sighs and moans out her pleasure.
She grinds into my hard cock and it feels good. I could probably stay this way, just doing this, for ages. I don’t have any complaints.
But I did say we would pass her around, and I suppose I’m taking an extra long turn with her. That’s fair to Ellis, who’s had her all to himself for a while, but I don’t know if it’s fair to Gatlin. I don’t think he had this much time with her before. I should probably finish up my turn.
So, I kiss my way up to her neck, to her ear lobe, and I whisper to her that I want her, that I want to be inside her, and her beta scent spikes in this wondrous way, and she giggles again.
“You need a condom,” speaks up Gatlin, who has been enjoying the show, watching her and me, and I can feel that through the bond.
“Right,” I say, “because you haven’t taken the Plan B, yet.” I eye her, and I don’t know if I want this to be messing with the mood. It’s too serious.
“Yeah, got it,” chirps Ellis, hopping up.
“We should just go upstairs to the bed,” I say, because a venue change means we stop thinking about babies. Babies, not sexy, in my opinion.
No one disagrees, so we all get up, go up the stairs, and enter Ellis’s bedroom, which is where we slept last night.
Ellis seizes her when she gets into the room, kisses her, touches her breasts, and she melts into him, and I like what she does to my omega’s scent. He’s always a little wild and ragged, but she soothes him in a way that no one does, not even Gatlin and me.
When Ellis breaks the kiss, I’m there, nudging Hannah at Gatlin.
Gatlin gathers her up in his arms and kisses her, a deep and thorough kiss, and when he’s done, she’s gasping, weak-kneed, and she slumps back into Ellis.
“Put her on the bed, omega,” I say. “Take off the rest of her clothes for me.”
“Yes, alpha,” he says, giving me a wicked little wink, and he takes Hannah to the bed to toss her down and undo her pants and pull them off along with her underwear. He plants a kiss right on her mound as he does so, and I can see that she’s not waxed or shaved or anything there.
It’s been a while since I’ve seen a woman’s pussy like that. I don’t mind. Maybe it’s sort of hotter in a way, makes her more innocent, seemingly untouched. I’m not sure. I certainly am not going to say anything about it.
But I do have to interrupt Ellis kissing her between her thighs, because I called dibs, as I remind him.
He laughs and apologizes, wriggling out of the rest of his own clothes. I come over and run my hands appreciatively over everything he’s uncovered.
She gasps and pants and wriggles and she reaches for Gatlin, who climbs behind her on the bed and slips in, cradling her against his chest. He toys with her breasts and then his hands slip down to part her thighs. He offers to her to me. “Take your turn, Kane.”
“Eager to have yours?” I say. “Where are the condoms?”
Ellis brings me one, and I roll it on.
“Did I ever find out how old you are, beta?”
She gives me a little wicked grin. “Twenty-four.”
I smirk at her. Yeah, I’m going to hell. Nine years younger than me? Why is it hot, though? Just the transgressive element of it? “What’s that look on your face, beta?” I say. “You want to call me daddy or something?”
She turns bright red, and I’m kissing her, and she holds onto me, and she seems small and soft and vulnerable.
I pull back so we’re nose-to-nose. “You’re going to take the pill.”
“Probably, alpha,” she breathes.
I push the head of my cock into her wet little pussy.
She moans.
“Okay?” I breathe, because she’s tight, and it’s been a long time since I fucked a beta, and I forgot how small they can be. “If it’s too much, tell me, little beta.”
She groans. “More. Please. More.”
So, I give her more. I’m working on a little bit of a knot, but it’s nothing like the one I had with Ellis when he was in heat, just a little remnant of one.
Sometimes, I’ll knot for Gatlin, but not always.
I push all the way up to where my knot swells and gently rock in and out of her. She feels fantastic.
She tilts her head back to kiss Gatlin, and he plays with her nipples.
I fuck her.
Ellis dives in and put his mouth on her pussy. He licks the base of me. He licks her clit.
He smells like summer thunder, and I start to lose it. This feels really good, the four of us like this, all focused on the little beta girl, who is just as grateful as I suspected she would be. I feel her tiny little pussy twitching on me, and the noises she’s making are driving me crazy.
I fall apart inside her sooner than I wanted.
I pull free and roll off of her, and I gasp at the ceiling as I watch Gatlin reach down and tuck himself inside her. He was already wearing a condom, and I wonder when he did that. Was he planning on filling her up right after me?
She lets out this intense groan, and she cries out Gatlin’s name as he kisses her neck and shoulders and Ellis keeps licking her like crazy, licking Gatlin, too.
She comes, and she smells all beta-y and aroused and sweet.
And then Gatlin comes, and his scent overwhelms them both.
And then Ellis is fucking her, and my throat feels tight watching them together, because there’s something about her in my omega’s arms that lights up a white-hot light at the back of my brain.
They’re beautiful moving together. The way he looks at her and the way she looks at him?
Fuck.
One thing is for sure.
She belongs with our omega. So, if we’re going to be in Ellis’s life, we’re going to have to have her, too.
That’s fine, I decide. Sure, I like this eager, needy little beta with her tight, fuckable little pussy and her throaty noises.
I like that fine.
Just.
No baby.
ellis
My phone is ringing, but it’s downstairs, and we are all tangled together, all four of us, in my bed. I don’t want to leave, because it feels good here, all of us. It feels entirely right and perfect, the addition of Hannah exactly what has been missing all along.
I can see she’s exactly something that Kane has always wanted that I’ve never quite been able to be for him.
She’s a ready receptacle for his attention and his adoration.
I know omegas are supposed to be that for alphas, but I always feel a little like I can’t quite accept it.
Maybe there’s some of that in Hannah, too, but she wants to accept it.
She likes it, even if she’s a little shy about it.
It’s going to be good, everything about this is going to be good, and I want to stay here, because I can only think of one person who would be calling me in the middle of the night like this.
The phone stops ringing.
I sigh.
She’s going to give up.
It starts ringing again.
Gatlin lifts his head. “What is that?” His voice is sleep ravaged. He’s barely aware.
“I’ll take care of it,” I say, getting out of bed and padding down the stairs. I swear under my breath as I do so. I make myself five thousand different promises of things I will not do, things I will stay strong on, things I cannot allow to happen.