Chapter 14
G etting in some cuddle time with Ava was like an Olympic-level wrestling match. Luckily, I was a late sleeper, so the second either of them got up, I was able to wedge myself into their spot. She was so warm and so soft, and she smelled so fucking good.
I had only been hoping for a chance to get to know her on this excursion to New York, but I wasn’t going to turn down a blessing like last night. If my omega wanted me, she was more than welcome to have me.
“I should only be gone for a few hours,” Bryce had told me when he’d woken up at the ass crack of dawn and I had stolen his spot. “I have a couple of meetings and I need to sort out omega leave.”
I had given him a thumbs-up and promptly fallen back to sleep.
When I woke again, it was a reasonable human hour to wake up. Jesse was fully passed out, and Ava was sleeping peacefully between us. It had been enough hours I didn’t feel bad about waking her. If she was still tired after I ate her out to oblivion, she could have a nap while I made breakfast.
Between all of us she hadn’t needed a blanket last night, which left her deliciously exposed. I started by tucking my nose against her throat, inhaling her praline sweetness and watching the goosebumps cascade down her body now that she no longer had my warmth pressed against her.
Delicate kisses down her arm let me indulge in my desire to touch her without risking her waking up too soon. The swipe of my tongue over her nipple had her sucking in a sharp breath, her eyes remaining closed. She shifted, rotating toward me in her sleep.
Too fucking perfect.
I wrapped my lips around the stiff peak and trailed my fingers over the luscious curves and dips of her body. I was in no hurry. This wasn’t the first time I had played with this particular kink, and I was pleased that Ava was interested in trying it. There was a whole world for her to explore now that she was with partners who actually gave a shit. Making sure she felt safe and wanted would open up a multitude of possibilities. I hadn’t expected her to trust me so quickly, but then I was already prepared to die for her, so maybe that was how things went with scent matches. Instant connection, openness, trust. I wanted to explore all of that with her.
I pressed a kiss to the swell of her stomach and worked my way down the bed, carefully spreading the gorgeous softness of her thighs. Getting my mouth on her satisfied all my instincts, so I followed them, working my way from her toes all the way up to her hips and back down the other side.
Ava moaned sleepily, her fingers reaching out for me. “Micah?” she whispered, blinking down at me.
“Right here, angel. You didn’t let me bury my face in your cunt to wake you.”
“I’m not stopping you.” She closed her eyes again, sighing peacefully.
At the renewal of her invitation, I licked straight up the middle of her already glistening folds. Her moan was soft and low, her fingers curling in my hair.
Pliant and sleepy was as much fun as fully asleep. I cupped her ass cheeks in both hands, lifting her to get a more comfortable angle as I delved my tongue into her. The quickening of her breath was intoxicating, my cock stiff against the bedsheets, craving the sensation of disappearing into her for the first time. I could be plenty patient.
The longer I took, lapping up every drop of her slick leisurely, the more she rocked her hips against me, her grip tightening.
I waited until she was shaking, a bright keen breaking free and waking Jesse. He blinked at us for a few moments before clarity filled his gaze. My packmate slid straight into joining us, capturing Ava’s mouth while I continued at the pace I pleased.
Her muffled whine was a straight shot of pleasure down my spine.
The jerk of her hips was a steady demand, but I had no intentions of listening. She was too delicious to hurry with. Besides, I intended to make up for all the years she had been missing out. As much as getting to be the first to do this for her was a thrill, I was annoyed on her behalf that it was something she had been denied. How anyone could turn down a mouthful of this praline honeyed heat was beyond me. Coupled with every delectable sound she made, it was an intoxication I wasn’t prepared for. I wanted her to fall apart on my tongue even more than I wanted to bury my cock in her.
“Micah, please.” She broke away from Jesse, tugging on my hair. “I want to come.”
My purr had my tongue vibrating over her clit. I nipped the softness of her inner thigh. “That’s my good girl asking for what she wants.”
I plunged two fingers into the snug heat of her cunt and fastened my lips around her clit. Her breathing shifted instantly, pussy gripping frantically.
Curses fell from her lips in sharp whispers, a prayer of begging as I pushed my beautiful omega to the peak.
“Fuck, Micah!” Ava detonated with a rush of slick, the most gorgeous cry tearing from her throat.
I drank her down, continuing to tease her until she pushed at my head, nudging me away. I lifted my head so I could see her face over her bump, and instead of the sleepy satisfaction I had been anticipating, there was a feral heat in her gaze.
“You keep looking at me like that and I’m going to have to fuck you right now.”
“Lie down,” she ordered.
I thanked every god I had ever heard of as I stretched out on the bed and Ava swung her leg over my hips, sinking down on my cock. Sweet mother, she felt like heaven. She growled and dug her fingers into my chest.
“My legs are tired from shaking,” she lamented as she forced herself into a few beautiful lifts, letting herself melt down over me each time, her breasts swaying with the movement.
“I’ve got you.” I snared her hips in both hands, adjusted my feet, and fucked up into her. It was even better being able to see her face. Her brow furrowed as she concentrated on the sensation. Watching her mouth drop open in a gasp was perfection.
Jesse joined us, settling behind her to support some of her weight. His hands explored all her luscious curves. Ava tipped her head to the side to give him access to her throat, her eyes fluttering closed as her cries pitched. When he wedged his fingers between her thighs, she was done for.
I usually had much better self-control, but the grip of her coming on my cock had me spilling into her with a primal sound. Not wanting to deny Jesse if Ava wanted him, I kept my knot from sealing us together, instead grinding it against her opening.
“Do you want Jesse to fuck you too, angel?”
Ava nodded like a bobblehead and tipped herself forward as much as the bump allowed. She still had a decent amount of growing to do so she wasn’t as inhibited in movement as she would be in a few weeks. Sliding off my cock left her open for Jesse. It was a particular pleasure to watch her eyes cross as he fucked into her.
She was unfairly beautiful. Her bottom lip was plump from biting it, her cheeks flushed, every curve on display. I had heard that some pregnant people were self-conscious about their bodies, but maybe we were so feral for her she hadn’t had time to worry about that. I couldn’t imagine not wanting her.
Hoisting one of her heavy breasts to my mouth, I let my tongue go right back to work. Ava clutched my head to her, huffing and puffing against my hair while Jesse ruined her. In lieu of working out later, I let my core muscles bear the brunt of her weight leaning on me so I could reach her clit.
“Fuck.” Ava groaned against my hair, her fingers trembling. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Oh god.”
She cried out, giving me the gift of her pleasure. Jesse hissed, his pace stuttering. Apparently he was also overwhelmed by how exquisite our omega was. It didn’t matter how quickly we climaxed when it came to her; she was always going to be satisfied first. Preferably multiple times.
Ava was still shivering and breathing hard as I lowered down and she leaned backward into Jesse. I laced my fingers beneath my head, admiring the view of her on display.
“What should we do today once you’ve regained the ability to stand?” I asked.
“I don’t know.” She laughed. “Did you have something in mind?”
“I’m happy to do anything as long as I get to do it with you.”
“Let’s start with a shower.”
I was proud to say it only took us a few minutes between all three of us to figure out Bryce’s techie shower. It had room for everyone so we scrubbed down together and decided on some bagels for breakfast.
The line was a bit intense, but we made it out eventually with three everything bagels loaded with cream cheese for Ava. It would have been nice to try out a classic lox bagel, but I wasn’t going to give up my opportunities to kiss her since salmon was still making her queasy.
Jesse kept Bryce apprised of our location throughout the day. We kept Ava carefully between us, but even with preventing anyone from touching her, her scent took on a burnt edge.
“Getting overstimulated?” Jesse asked.
“More than I expected,” she admitted.
“Do you want to go back to the apartment? Or maybe to Central Park, or one of the museums?”
“Let’s try the art museum. It seems a shame to go back already.”
Before we’d ventured out, we had gotten set up with an app for the car service Bryce used, our fancy-pants new packmate insisting we use it, all expenses covered. It didn’t take them long to locate and pick us up. Ava was much more relaxed inside the vehicle, not one bit annoyed by how long the trip took with all of the traffic.
I was quietly pleased she chose the museum over the park since while I knew the park would be beautiful, it hadn’t acquired its summer greenery quite yet. Spring was a season of hope for a lot of people, but I just found it muddy in most places.
We trailed after Ava while she marveled at the art pieces on display, stopping often to let her sit down and rest.
“How long until Bryce is back?” Ava asked.
“Probably another hour or two,” replied Jesse. “Should I tell him to meet us here?”
“I’m getting hungry. Could we meet him somewhere for food when he’s done?”
Jesse handled that bit of communication and after waiting for a minute, he nodded. “He sent us an address and said we have a reservation in two hours.”
“Reservation sounds fancy,” said Ava.
“He knows we’re out and about today. I’m sure he’s not picking anywhere with a ridiculous dress code,” I assured her.
We lingered in the museum for another hour or so, getting Ava a treat at a nearby bodega to tide her over.
“Have you had a good day so far?” I asked her.
Ava beamed up at me. “The best.”