Chapter 24
Chapter Twenty-Four
Calder
T he stench of sex is everywhere when we walk into the house.
Keir curses under his breath, dropping the bags he’s carrying on the table. “I’ll bring the rest of the shit in. Then I’m going for a walk.”
“What should I do?” I put the takeout bags down on the stove. The entire house is freezing since it doesn’t have heat. There’s not even a fireplace for snuggling in front of. There’s a small space heater in the bedroom, and we purchased another for the living room, but the upstairs rooms are basically unusable due to the frigid temperatures.
“Fuck if I know,” Keir mutters. “But if I go in there, I’m going to start shit with Easton. So, as I said, I’m going for a motherfucking walk.”
“Maybe she had another wave or something?” I call out toward his back.
He raises a hand, giving a wave of acknowledgment, and he grumbles, “Exactly as he planned when he sent us to the store.”
Well, that’s not impossible to imagine.
Snagging the space heater off the table, I head into the living room and plug it in. The sounds of Keir putting down another load of stuff fill the air. I make my way back into the kitchen and shove the takeout into the oven to hopefully help it stay warm.
It takes everything in me to pump myself up to check on Briar. She’s not the problem. Easton can be erratic, and I have no doubt he’ll make me suffer if I piss him off.
Briar’s begging moans spill through the door. Easton’s half-feral-sounding growls come next.
What the fuck am I doing?
Everything sounds consensual.
Do they even want me bothering them?
Probably not, but if I don’t check that she’s okay, when Keir gets back, he will.
Shoving open the door, I’m greeted with Easton’s feral growl.
Easton and Briar are both on their knees. The little omega has her back to East’s chest, and his massive hand stretches across her neck from behind. Her thighs are soaked in her slick, and I frown as my head tilts.
I don’t think he’s in her pussy .
Easton has nail marks lining his arms, and it looks a little like he lost a fight with a tiger.
“Oh my God, Calder!” Briar’s hazy eyes focus on me, and she waves me forward. “Need you.”
Easton’s face is visible above her shoulder, and he flinches at her words.
I rock on my heels, unsure what I’m supposed to do. I’m wherever she needs me, but I don’t want to have it out with Easton and ruin her wave of heat.
She doesn’t even have a nest, and I don’t want to taint her emotions toward this room, since it’s the only one with an actual bed. Omegas are often overly sensitive during heats and in the weeks leading up to one.
“Well, come on then,” Easton growls. “If Briar hadn’t seriously tried my patience, I wouldn’t be all but knot deep in her ass right now. I’d say she learned a vital lesson. Not all alphas will give in to your demands.”
Briar nods, snaking a hand down to tease her clit. “I learned Easton is a sadist.” She groans. “And I still can’t tell if his piercings feel incredible or are terrible. It’s probably both. If I wasn’t foggy, it would definitely be the latter.”
I lick my lips, studying her heavy tits and the way her waist nips in slightly before flaring to her generous hips.
Goddamn.
She’s so fucking beautiful and way too hot to want me.
Briar whines and goose bumps break out over my skin.
“Now, Christian!” Easton barks, using my first name. It produces a different kind of shiver down my spine. My grandparents are the only people in the world who call me that. And it does not encourage sexy thoughts.
However, the way Briar moans, throwing her head back against East’s chest as he pinches her nipple, does help ground me in the moment.
He’s still got his other hand wrapped around her neck, and the stark contrast between his dark tattoos and her soft skin is kinda hot.
“Get your ass over here, or send Keir in.” Easton locks down his hold on Briar’s middle. He moves to speak against her ear and says, “If you keep clenching around me like that, I’m going to fill your ass. I’ll be dripping out of both your holes before Calder even makes it onto the bed, and you’ll be one very pouty, unsatisfied little omega.”
Briar’s gaze meets mine, seeming almost pleading. I rip off my shirt and work on my belt and jeans as I kick out of my boots. Her perfume is everywhere, and my teeth ache with the same pulse that radiates in my dick. I stumble forward, shake off my jeans and boxer briefs, and peel myself out of my socks before climbing onto the edge of the bed.
“Hi,” she says, smiling brightly.
“Hey, beautiful,” I murmur, unsure where my hands are supposed to go.
Briar’s palms burn my skin when she plants them on my sides. Her fingers dig in, and she pulls me closer until my cock bounces against her lower stomach. “I missed you.”
Her hand wraps around my length, and I try not to let myself wonder if she’s talking to me or my dick.
Could also be my pheromones, I suppose.
She extends up, like she wants a kiss, and her tits hit my chest.
“Shit,” I grunt, leaning down to meet her. “Shouldn’t the knotting help your fever?”
“Easton’s cum helped a little, but I need you too. This wave is really bad.” She pushes her lips to mine, stretching my shaft toward her core. Her thumb runs over the top of my dick as she jerks me with her palm along the bottom of my length. It’s a completely different experience from how it feels when I jerk off.
Her honey and coconut scent is potent, and my system knows what it’s supposed to do.
Breed the omega.
Claim the omega.
Never let her escape.
Precum drips from my tip all over the top of her pussy, and it proves the whole breeding thing is true.
I groan into her mouth as her nails dig into my shoulder. She uses her other hand to force my crown between her pussy lips.
“Yes, nice of you to notice I’m still waiting,” Easton says in an annoyed tone that would normally make me roll my eyes.
“I don’t think we can both fit inside you like this,” I admit, pulling back from the kiss with Briar.
“Lie on your side facing her.” Easton proceeds to wrap both arms around her middle. He carefully moves her until they’re both lying down on the mattress. He grunts, pulling out and thrusting back in.
I’m still baffled how this is supposed to work, but I’m willing to try. It doesn’t even bother me that Easton is here for my first time. It’s a relief to have someone else in charge of choreographing everything.
I scramble to lie facing Briar, but the height difference is ridiculous. She barely reaches my chest, so I’m staring at Easton on eye level.
“This leg up and back.” Easton grabs her leg that’s closer to the ceiling and pulls it back toward him. I’m not sure if her toes end up digging into the bed or his ass, because I’m transfixed by the way it opens her pussy.
Holy fuck.
Where Easton disappears into her ass is also visible. He’s buried inside her to his knot. We’re going to be getting all kinds of up close and personal.
That pleading look is back on Briar’s face, and I want to meet her needs. I scoot down just a bit, and the little omega guides me to her opening.
She’s drenched, but based on what East said, some of that is probably his cum.
I have to curl around Briar’s front to keep my face close to hers.
Bringing my hand to her cheek, I give a tender caress as I thrust.
So much pressure.
Almost too much .
She’s slick and warm, but so fucking tight…
Briar moans.
My jaw falls open.
Fucking Easton mutters, “Finally.”
Her pussy clings to the first few inches of my shaft, and it takes my breath away.
“Oh, wow, okay. I’m inside you,” I whisper, like a total fool.
“Jackass.” That was Easton, and he doesn’t stop berating me under his breath.
“Be nice,” Briar says, slapping Easton’s hip. “You’re doing great. God, Calder, you feel amazing.”
Her praise makes me shiver.
Ignoring Easton’s muttering, I practice pulling out and going a little deeper on my next rut. It’s strange—not only the position, but also being able to feel Easton through the thin layer of tissue. His fingers brush my pelvis as he reaches around to tease her clit.
“Still okay?” I manage to choke out, nuzzling my nose to hers.
“So good,” she slurs, snagging my lip with her teeth. She nips at my mouth, and it makes me ache to bite her back.
All of our pheromones blend in the air, but I’m too distracted to question why she smells so heavily of Easton. It’s probably all the sex.
My hand moves to hold Briar’s waist as I practice rocking into her.
I have no fucking clue what I’m doing, but I grow a little braver when the omega begins to beg into our kiss.
Mount. Rut. Breed. Claim. My brain gets hyper-focused on the caveman loop that comes just before rut. They warned us when we got down to the baser thought process that we needed to be extra vigilant.
And I really do try, but my cock is harder than it’s ever been, and visions of Briar big and pregnant with my baby fill my mind.
It’s fucking weird.
I don’t even want kids, but I do want to fuck her so full of my scent that another alpha wouldn’t dare look twice at her.
Easton growls. “Make sure you grind against her clit with your pelvis. I’ve got to start moving, or I’m going to lose my fucking mind.” His hand moves to grip her hip just next to where I’m holding on. He pulls out, and it finally feels like I can breathe again…until he shoves back inside her.
Briar wails. There’s no other word to describe the sounds she makes as we both take turns working in and out of her soft little body.
“Do you enjoy being trapped between the two of us?” Easton murmurs close to her ear. “You like knowing you can wreck two alphas at once, don’t you, love?”
Briar sobs, and her pheromones pulse in the air. “So hard…” The rest comes out mostly incoherent, but it seems to indicate that she’s enjoying herself.
And thank fuck, because I still have no idea what I’m doing.
“God, beautiful, I’m already so close,” I admit, trying to focus on anything except the way her walls cling to my cock.
“Yeah, me too.” Her nails rake down my arms, and the scratches I spotted on Easton earlier suddenly make a lot more sense.
I pull back, and my lips rest against her cheek. Easton’s piercings slide against my dick through her, and there are too many sensations. Bringing my hand up, I wipe the hair back from her face and gasp when I spot the bright red claiming bite on her neck.
That sneaky motherfucker .
I’m so shocked that I freeze, but her core locks down on my shaft, and I lose the ability to hold back.
Fire licks down my spine to my tightening balls.
My hand migrates to the back of her head, and I growl, capturing her mouth again as my cock swells. My whole body jolts at the feeling of me spilling hot cum inside her.
Damn, I’m going to end up spoiled from sex with no condoms.
She moans, gushing around my length, and my head gets so foggy, I ramble more about breeding and owning her.
I’ll be embarrassed about that later. Everything gets hazy, and my dick is still so hard that I practice rocking into her again.
This is the best day of my life.