Chapter 43 #2
“Maybe we should try something,” Everett says with a mischievous grin, watching my body as I crawl in front of him and set myself into his lap. “A way for Jett and I to give you our bites at the same time.”
Slick practically pours from me at the implication.
“Please,” I moan, wrapping my hips around him.
The thought of having them both at the same time does something to me, makes me rear a feral head.
I thrust myself against him, feeling how hard he is through his jeans.
I reach down to undo the button, my fingers working frantically as I continue to move my hips against him.
“We’ve got you, love,” he coos, taking my wrists in one of his big hands. “We’ll give you what you need.”
He wraps his arms around me and then slides onto his back so I’m straddling him.
“We’re going to take it slow, though, okay?
Work up to it. Jett, I have some lube in my pocket.
” He looks over at my long-haired mate, who crawls over obediently.
I groan as his lips touch my shoulder in a kiss.
The sensibility of it makes me preen, but right now I want his teeth so the softness won’t do.
I lean my shoulder close to him, which causes him to give a husky laugh.
“Always so greedy, Omega,” he breathes in my ear. “I fucking love it.”
He rocks against me, just as hard and ready as the alpha below me, but they don’t do anything about it.
They just continue to touch and feel around me, fingertips grazing over my shoulders and breasts and just shy of the place I need them between my legs.
The stimulation of it makes me grit with frustration.
I snatch Jett’s hands from behind me and move them downwards and try to arch my back as much as I can to present to him.
“We should stop teasing,” Everett chuckles near my ear, sending goosebumps down my neck. “But it’s just so fun. You’re such a fireball.”
I let out a tiny growl, unamused by them keeping me on edge, then Jett’s fingers are at my back entrance and I give the biggest sigh of relief. Everett maneuvers us slightly so he can get the lube out of his pocket and hand it to him.
“Why do you even have lube in your pocket?” I ask as Jett pops the cap open. His languid movements are torture as he covers me, the cold shocking on my skin. His fingers start to make tiny circles, feeling it out before he dips the tip of one of them inside.
My short-haired alpha shrugs at my question, bringing my attention back to him. “It has many purposes, and after that instance we had after our date, I wanted to be prepared.”
My cheeks flush at the reminder of that.
His rut was amazing to witness, and I guess a small part of him always felt bad for knotting me in that state, but I thought it was hot as fuck.
“I wonder what it would take to get you back in that state,” I whisper, running a finger down his chest. His pecs are huge and hard and everything.
I trail my teeth over it next, nipping at him before sucking his skin until there’s a bright red spot.
He groans deeply but just gently plays with my hair.
“It wouldn’t take much, you temptress,” he jokes, a playful smile taking over his features.
“For any of us, honestly,” Dax says from the side, watching us with fervor.
His cock is finally hard again, clutched in his fist as he gives it solemn strokes.
The view is a welcomed distraction. I watch as he slows his movements.
I can feel his enjoyment through the bond, which heightens the sparks I feel coursing through my body.
“I could come just from having your eyes on me, Omega.”
I moan at that just as I feel Jett put in another finger. The stretch is delicious, and I find the impatience from earlier finding me once again. “ Please, ” I whisper, pushing back against him. “I’m ready. Please get inside me.”
Everett tsks below me. “Just a few more minutes,” he says before capturing my nipple between his teeth.
I cry out from the way he nips it, wanting him to break the skin.
I push my breast further into him and he laughs that same amused laugh but just goes back to licking across my chest like before.
I grind down on him, feeling him again through his stupid pants. I whine, letting the discomfort known .
When Jett’s third finger enters, a strange mewl escapes me. “That’s it, my beautiful scent match,” he murmurs, moving in and out. “I think you’re ready now. Do you think you’re ready for our cocks?”
“Yes!” I practically scream. He moves back and I have enough space now to remove Everett’s pants.
When he’s completely bare—and utterly gorgeous —for me, I sink down onto him faster than I should but the burn is exactly what I need.
Everett lets out something that sounds like a howl as our hips meet and he pulls me down so our chests meet as well.
“My beautiful omega.” His eyes gleam with emotion. “Take a deep breath for me.”
I do just that, awaiting with anticipation as Jett scoots in behind me.
My scent match smells incredible, his amber meeting me with a hint of leather.
I moan as he grabs hold of my hips and begins to insert himself inside of me.
It’s a lot tighter than I was expecting but very welcome.
The sting is accompanied by a blooming of trust and pleasure as he works his way in.
He whispers to me about how much he loves me and how he can’t wait to be bonded, how he’s waited forever to feel this close to me.
I let out a noise when he bottoms out and we all let out a collective gasp of air at the combined feeling.
They’re moving before I can get my bearings and every single fiber in my being lights up. Like shooting stars being forced from my body, they move in tandem in a way that leaves me completely breathless. I’ve never felt so full in my life.
“Holy fu—” I can’t even get the curse out because my breath catches with every thrust. They move back and forth, just as affected by me as I am by them.
“You’re fucking perfect ,” Jett says. “Your ass was made for me.”
I let out a moan and smirk back at him. “ And you fill me up so good,” I say, throwing back some heated words that make him groan.
“I’m about to blow,” Jett groans, his thrusts becoming stuttered.
“Fuck, me too,” Everett agrees. He takes my face in his hands and turns me toward him. “We’re going to bite you, my love. We need it.”
“Yes,” I cry out. “ Please , bite me. Come inside me.”
“Goddamnit… My scent match, my life ,” Jett says through gritted teeth, trying to hold on. “I love you.”
His teeth pierce into me at the bottom of my throat.
I squeeze around him as I explode. Another set of teeth find the opposite side, further up below my ear, exactly where he said he would take me.
The mix between the two of them is an overload of sensation that I didn’t expect.
It should be confusing, but the feelings that spark into existence before me are easy to distinguish.
Jett’s bad boy persona, his troubled past, all settled behind a layer of unconditional love that he has to give.
There’s a cheekiness, a passion that I recognize within mine, and a lonely soul that has finally found his family.
Then there’s a calm within the storm. It’s a grounding presence, with a layer of playfulness and mischievousness that is blatant as ever.
Loyalty, dominance, protectiveness. It all glows brightly, standing there with arms wide open to let me in.
And I go willingly, tumbling into it headfirst without any doubt.
There’s skin in front of me, my orgasm still blazing through me as they move, but I bite without needing to know who it is. I meet my scent match, his scent calling to me, inviting me home. I know I’m crying, the feelings as overwhelming as they are glorious, but it’s so good that I can’t stop it.
Everett’s shoulder is there now, which is apparently where I was hiding my face while sorting through the horde of emotions.
He flexes it, waiting for me. My teeth move to it instinctually, leaving my mark on him and completing the bond.
We immediately meet together and his everlasting calm helps ease every worry and anxiety from the changes coursing through me.
I give a happy sigh, letting the feelings fall over me with ease.
When we all come down, we’re in a pile of limbs, all sweaty and panting but so fucking comfortable. I can feel them as if they are in my own skin and that certainty that makes everything feel like it’s fallen into place. “Mine,” I mutter against someone’s chest.
“Yours,” Everett agrees, his forehead coming to rest against mine. “And you’re ours. Our mate .”