Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
BECKETT
M y chest feels tight. I can’t breathe, and my cock is about to explode. Her scent, chocolate and peppermint is making my head spin. I’m not sure how much longer I can be tortured with her around me.
Placing my hands on the bathroom counter, I close my eyes and take some deep breaths. I can feel him watching me in the pitch dark, but it doesn’t matter. I know he’s still in a bit of shock and confused at how Belle could be mine.
So am I. I’ve come to the realization she must be on some sort of scent blockers like the guys, and she didn’t try to personally hurt me, but the damage has been done, and I don’t know if I can be vulnerable around her.
Everyone I know that has found their match, explain it as if in a religious way. The stars align. You have an instant attraction and just know that you are meant to be… So why did my perfect match, my scent match have to be on a blocker?
Just my rotten luck.
“I can hear your thoughts spiraling from feet away, baby. Talk to me,” Tate mutters, and I sigh. My shoulders are tense and when he steps closer, pressing himself against me, I begin to melt.
There is just something about him that calms the storm raging in my head. It almost rivals the winter disaster outside of these walls. My mind has never been kind to me. I’ve been broken down too many times.
“Why doesn’t she want me?” I whisper and he sighs, wrapping his arms around my stomach, he pulls me tight.
“She doesn’t know, and if you don’t tell her, she won’t. Can you really let her just walk away tomorrow? Get in a rental car and drive off.”
I’m shaking my head before I even realize it. “No,” I gasp, my heart aching, and my chest tightening even more at the thought. “She’s mine ,” I growl, and Tate laughs.
“Yes, baby, she is. Now are you going to let Angel knot her before you, because it’s getting heated in there.” I quickly move back, grinding against his hard cock, and he grunts. Gripping my hips, he digs his fingertips in, and I moan.
“Get that sweet ass out there and knot that pretty little thing before I lock you in this bathroom,” he growls, and my legs feel weak.
“Yes, Alpha,” I sass, and he grumbles before smacking my ass and turning us toward the door.
Belle is straddling Angel and kissing him hard as she grinds against his cock through his jeans. Her scent is stronger now. I have to stop, and take a few breaths before continuing to move closer to them.
“Please, Angel, I need your knot. I am about to return to hell. I don't want to miss out on a real alpha fucking me. Give me something to fantasize about for the rest of my days,” she purrs, and I groan.
Dropping to my knees, I run my hand along her side, pushing her top higher up her back, showing me her perfect skin. She’s so soft. As she looks over her shoulder and sees it’s me, her gray eyes widen in surprise.
I guess I have been acting like an asshole to her. After a few seconds, she gives me a smile and licks her lips. I want to kiss her, but we aren’t ready for that yet.
“You smell so good, Belle. Your scent is driving me wild. I have to have a taste. May I?”
Her nostrils flare as she nods, and she slicks even more against Angel, making him groan.
“Hurry up and do something, Beck, she’s so fucking wet.”
Moving down the mattress, Belle shifts, flipping over on top of Angel, resting her back against his chest. He holds her, spreading her thighs for me as I pull the little shorts that have been teasing us off. I couldn’t believe it when she left the bedroom in this outfit.
Tight little pajama shorts and a thin matching top. Her nipples had been hard the whole time we ate, and I’ve been trying not to stare. She’s so gorgeous sprawled out for me on Angel’s chest. Her pouty pink lips parted as she pants.
Moving my hands along her thighs, I groan as she slicks against my hand. Needing a taste, I scoop some onto my finger and bring it to my lips. She whimpers, watching me, her eyes blazing as she starts to shake.
I love edging. The way you can bring someone to the brink over and over again; tease them until they are the one begging and pleading for you. Bringing Tate to his knees is one of the hottest things in my life, and I think this little omega is going to be just as needy for me.
Fuck, she tastes amazing. Tate groans, stepping closer. He’s shed his pants, and his cock is in his hand, slowly moving up and down as he watches us.
“Do you want a taste, Alpha,” I purr and he nods, dropping to his knees beside me.
“Fuck, so we are really doing this?” Belle gasps as I drag two fingers along her slit, gathering more slick, coating my fingers and bringing them to Tate’s lips. He groans, licking them clean.
He stops and gives her a serious look.
“Do you want to do this? Tell us now, Belle, because if not we will stop. Consent is very important to us. We would never take advantage of you.”
A tear slips from her eye and rolls down her cheek. I back away, and she grabs my arm, pulling me closer. “I want this. I want a night to just be wild and free. No one has cared about my consent before,” she whispers, and my blood runs hot.
I will destroy anyone who has ever hurt this sweet omega. My omega. “Give me names and I will drain their bank accounts, then drag their bodies somewhere they will never be found and let the wolves have them,” I growl and she shakes her head.
“It’s not important,” she whines, wiggling. Her ass grinding against Angel has him moaning, bringing me back to the here and now. Tate squeezes my shoulder, and I know that we will circle back to disposing of any filth that’s hurt Belle.
“Please,” she whimpers, and I laugh. Releasing her, I lean back on my heels and rip my shirt off and over my head, revealing my ink.
“Oh, God,” she moans, and Tate chuckles.
“Just wait until you see his back, babe,” he says, giving me appreciative looks in the firelight.
“Do you have any hard limits?” Tate asks her, and she shakes her head, licking her lips. More slick runs down her slit, and my mouth waters. Grabbing her thighs once more, I spread her and move onto my stomach.
Her scent is even stronger this close, and I think I may lose myself. “I will never be able to drink a peppermint mocha again without remembering your sweetness.”
Belle gasps, then moans as I lean down to lick up her slick from her thighs, nipping along her flesh.
“Fuck, you taste like my new addiction,” I groan, going back for more, avoiding where she wants me the most.
Belle's back arches, and her nipples beg to be touched, pinched, licked. I look up at Tate. “Touch her, baby, make her cream all over my face before I give her my knot, and you take my ass.”
Angel groans from underneath her, and I feel bad that he chose to hold her through this. Maybe he can take her ass after I finish my dessert.
Tate moves closer, his scent washing over me. I can’t help myself, lifting onto my palms, I lick the tip of his cock. Fuck the both of them together on my tongue is indescribable. I am going to need to hurry this up before I blow my load inside my joggers.
Moving back to the omega in front of me, I gently blow onto her clit before licking up her slick, moaning. “So fucking good, baby.” Swirling my tongue, I clean her up as even more slick coats my chin and scruff.
The guys aren’t the only ones who need to shave.
Belle shudders, her legs starting to shake as I continue to eat her like I’ll never get a bite again. “Oh, Alpha, please. Fuck, I need…” she whines, and I laugh.
“Come on my tongue, and then I’ll fuck this tight little pussy.”
“Hurry the fuck up,” Angel grunts as Belle continues to squirm against him. Blowing once more onto her clit, I take my hand and spread her wider with two fingers before nipping onto her lips, sucking them into my mouth, not wasting a drop of her slick.
If I worried she wasn’t mine before, I don’t now. This omega was made for me… for us. The way her body aches for me to lick, kiss, nip her. “Come for your alpha, little omega. Come for me,” I growl before sucking her clit hard between my lips and rolling it.
“Oh, fuck, Beckettttt!” she screams, slicking all over my face. I smile, moving back while rubbing her thigh. Tate growls, grabbing me by the back of the neck, pulling me onto my knees and taking my lips with his aggressively.
“Fuck, she tastes like sin.” That’s an understatement. I could write so many songs about this omega. The way she sounds as she comes, her breathless pants as I drive her closer and closer to her release.
“That’s it,” Angel grunts, and I pull back from Tate as he continues to lick Belle’s slick from my face. So fucking hot.
I look over, and Angel has Belle straddling him again as he kisses her. “I need your mouth, Vixen,” he groans, and she nods, wiggling down until her ass is in the air just waiting for me to bite it.
Fuck! No bites. No claiming. Not until whatever blockers she’s on fades away and she says she wants to be mine… or ours. We are pack, so it only makes sense that we would all belong to her.
Belle takes Angel’s jeans, unbuttoning them, teasing him with how slowly she’s moving his zipper down.
She has a little smirk on her lips, and I shake my head, smiling. Tate sighs, moving his lips back to mine and soon I hear Angel groan as she gags. I wonder if this is her first alpha cock.
“I need you, baby,” Tate says, moving his mouth to my jaw, nipping as he goes. I reach up and tangle my fingers in his hair, holding his lips to my neck as he sucks. I love it when he leaves marks on my skin.
I’m not ready for his bite, but maybe soon…
My cock jumps as his hands trail along my naked chest to my pants. Tugging them, he drops to his knees and pulls them to my ankles before sucking my cock into his mouth. “Fuck,” I groan, gripping his hair and gagging him just like Angel’s doing to Belle.
She moans, squeezing his knot. Her ass keeps moving, enticing me as the slick drips along her slit.
Tate hums, and I'm close to cumming, but I don't want it to be down his throat, I want to knot my little omega.
“Fuck, Vixen, you were made to suck my cock. I want to knot your throat so badly.” Popping off of Angel’s dick, she licks her lips and nods. Looking over her shoulder at me, she smiles.
“Only if Beckett knots me first,” she says, then winks. Tate chuckles around my cock, and I have to yank him off of me.
“Be careful what you wish for, little brat,” I warn, and her eyes bulge at seeing the piercings on my cock. I love pain with pleasure, so it was only natural that I not only have ink, but piercings.
I did a lot of research into what ones to get and landed on the magic cross. Tate loves it so I hope she will too. I also have a pubic piercing that will grind against her clit in certain positions.
“God, I need you. Now,” she barks, and I laugh at how cute she is trying to order me. I turn, and cross my arms, waiting. “Please, Beckett. Please, Alpha. I’ve never been knotted before unless it was a toy. I want to feel you,” she begs, and it sounds so pretty.
Dropping to my knees, I grip my knot and hold my cock. She’s making a mess of the bed, but that's okay. Her slick pools under her, and I know that when I fall asleep tonight, it will be in her lap or this spot on the bed.
I may even keep this blanket as a souvenir.
Moving closer, I rub the tip of my cock through her slick, before teasing her with shallow thrusts, just the tip and my piercing rubbing her walls. She tries to shift back, forcing me deeper, but I grip her hip with one hand and slap her ass with the other.
“Oh!” she squeals. Tate moves behind me and grabs my ankles, taking my joggers completely off before leaning over me and kissing the back of my neck. So many sensations flow through me.
The way Belle’s gripping my cock, eager for more, and Tate’s hands, spreading me wider so he can spit on my crack, rubbing it around my tight hole has me barely holding my orgasm at bay. As he slips a finger into my ass, my hips thrust forward and I slam into Belle all the way to my knot.
“Ah, fuck!” she screams then moans. “So much bigger than a beta,” she mumbles and all three of us growl. I don’t ever want to think about her being with someone outside of my pack.
Angel must feel the same way, spreading his thighs, he places his feet against the mattress and sits halfway up, using his palms to support him.
“Vixen, keep talking that shit and I am going to face fuck you until my knot locks in your throat.”
“Yes, please, Alpha,” she cries out as I start to pick up my pace and thrust harder into her hot pussy. I am losing my mind. The way she’s wrapped around me like a perfect glove, all of our scents filling this room.
I’m glad she’s not in heat because I would be in a complete rut right now.
Belle lowers onto Angel, taking his cock into her mouth once more and this time Angel doesn’t hold back. Using the back of her neck, he forces her to take all of him as she moans and chokes.
Tate moves closer, pressing his hot flesh to mine, and I shudder, pausing my thrusts, letting him get into position. Pushing in, the slight burn fades after he’s fully seated in me up to his knot, I moan loudly and fuck into Belle harder.
My knot continues to bump against her. I want so badly to slip inside of her. To be the one to breed her. Fuck, I can just imagine her swollen with our child. Belle whimpers and moans. Next time she won’t be gagged.
I want her screaming my name as I come. Tate picks up his pace fucking me harder into Belle, and I’m close. I need to knot her. I need his knot. “Knot me, alpha,” I groan, and he grunts, thrusting faster.
Fuck. I can’t hold out. I need to… Fucking her hard and fast, I spread her cheeks wider, opening her so she can take all of me. My knot is angry and purple as it slowly pushes inside of her.
My vision goes white and my head spins. I have to force myself not to collapse on top of her. Her pussy pulses around me, slick running along my thighs. “So good. Mine,” I growl as my knot slips all the way inside, locking us together, and I come harder than I ever have before.
“Ughhh,” she screams around Angel’s cock as he knots her mouth.
“Ready, baby,” Tate grunts, and I feel his spit running along my crack. “Such a good boy, taking his alpha’s knot,” he groans as he fucks harder, pushing his knot inside of me. I can feel his hot cum filling me up, and I’m done.
This is what I want forever… Us… Belle… Pack.
I’m not ready to let her go, as we all shift onto our sides. Angel has a blissed out look on his face, and I can relate. Tate spoons me from behind, and I’m careful not to pull too hard on Belle as we roll.
I know I need to tell her she’s my scent match, but I’m scared that if she knows she’s mine, she won’t want me. As she said this was just one night of being wild.
I’ll tell her in the morning. Ask her to ride with us to LA, but right now, I think we need some sleep.