Chapter Thirty-Six
Willow
Getting dressed for this date took forever, but getting out of my clothes takes seconds.
I toss the slinky material through the hole in the wall, giddy when Cujo picks it up and takes a long whiff of my scent.
He moans loudly, then sticks his head through the secret portal.
I’m wearing nothing besides panties, a bra, and my sexy knee-high boots. The sight makes his pupils dilate.
“Wanna help me with these?” I ask, kicking my ankle through the hole. He catches it in his big hand, reaching forward to slowly unzip every last tine.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” he growls, his fingers reverently trailing the lines of my calf, sending bolts of electricity to my overheated core. He makes quick work of the boots, then moves to come in.
“Clothes off first,” I gently remind him, and he disappears from view for a moment.
Lincoln’s the next person I see, his handsome face, chiseled jaw, and short hair that’s just starting to give a bit of the salt-and-pepper look. His corded muscles make me nearly swallow my tongue, tattoos twisting around his shoulders and upper arms.
Crisp and clear. I want to explore them all.
“Omega, may we enter?” He doesn’t need to ask; I’ve already invited them in, but I appreciate the respect for my space.
“Yes. And bring me your shirts.” A primal instinct to keep their things, to weave their scents into the nest, rises within me. I’ve never felt so much like an omega before, and I surrender to the rightness of the moment.
Lincoln presents them to me as he slides through the opening, giving me a long, deep kiss that threatens to steal my soul.
His body drags against mine, and I get a glimpse of the thick erection between his legs.
It’s huge, thick, with veins twining up the shaft.
The urge to trace them with my tongue takes me by force, and my mouth waters.
But what pulls my focus is the fat knot already swelling at the base.
Holy hell. I’ve only slept with betas before, and the sight makes my pussy flutter.
With the soft shirts in my hands, I bring them to my nose, breathing in my Alphas’ combined scents before tucking them away like treasure beneath my favorite sky-blue pillow.
Although the nest is small, a sense of rightness fills my soul at them being here with me. The silky, soft pillows and blankets welcome us, molding to our bodies, forming to fit around my pack as Cujo sneaks in.
His body is something else entirely. Completely covered in tattoos, enormous and muscular, but the low light reflecting off his cock catches my eye. Holy shit. Piercings line his thick shaft, shiny silver balls that send a shudder through me.
Will those feel good? Will they hurt? My nipples pucker, and I can’t stop staring.
“Don’t worry, honeybee. I’ll make sure you’re ready.” His deep voice prompts me to motion. On my hands and knees, I dart forward to close the panel of the safe room, locking us into our own little slice of heaven.
“Willow, you’re wearing way too much clothing for what I’m going to do to you.” Big hands clamp around my thighs, tugging me into the center of the bed. I squeal with excitement, having both my Alphas in the same space, all their attention focused on me.
I never thought I would experience this. Giddy excitement bubbles inside.
“Then why don’t you guys take them off?” It comes out more breathless than I meant, but there’s no way to hide how badly I want this. Them.
It’s just the invitation Linc and Cujo need.
They fall on me, hands everywhere. Every touch heats my skin, drawing fire to the forefront, and leaving nothing but lust in its wake.
The clasp of my bra pops open as Cujo claims my lips, and the straps fall from my shoulders.
Large palms replace the material, kneading my heavy breasts and playing with my sensitive nipples.
“You won’t be needing that again, baby girl.”
My pulse flutters in my throat, and Lincoln’s lips find it, licking along the skin. Tilting my head, I offer my neck to grant better access. I’m nothing more than a puddle of sensation, letting the Alphas do whatever they wish.
“I think these need to go, too.” Cujo rubs my panties, then presses one last kiss to my mouth before sliding down my body.
Linc rolls me gently onto my back, and Cujo levers his way between my thighs.
His hands run over the thick cloth, sliding them between my pussy lips until I gasp.
I lift my hips, permitting him to take the offensive material away. I want nothing to keep us apart.
Cujo makes quick work of removing them, while Linc extracts the elastic at the base of my braid, pulling it out and sifting through my thick tresses. I’m not sure who to focus on, but Linc takes command, and my inner omega gives up the fight.
“Show Cujo that pretty pink slit, offer him a taste,” Linc rumbles, and my thighs spread, willing to do anything to make my Alpha happy. “Say the words.”
“Alpha, lick me. Make me come.” My body is on fire, and thankfully, he doesn’t wait another second, falling onto his belly and lifting my hips until his breath blows over my pussy, fanning the flames. With a moan, I open my legs wider.
“So wet for me, honeybee.” Cujo’s tongue flicks out, lashing against my clit and making my belly clench.
He swipes his tongue through my slit, using an arm to keep my hips down when I wiggle from the overload of sensations.
His eyes meet mine, lips shiny, “I can’t wait to be inside you. But first, you’ll come on my tongue.”
Pleasure races through me as he goes to work, setting a heart-pounding rhythm, and all I can do is lie back and take it. Moaning and crying out as his lips wrap around my clit. Linc's hands cup my breasts, weighing them and only building my need. His cock bobs beside my head and my mouth waters.
“Fuck. Fuck.” I cry out, reaching for the sweet caramel-apple flavor I need more than air. Sensing my desire, Linc shifts forward until he can rub the shiny bead of precum on his tip over my lips. My tongue darts out to taste it, but it’s not enough.
“More,” I demand, and he uses my hair to angle my head, giving me just the tip.
A desire like no other builds in my belly, allowing pleasure to wash through me.
There’s so much going on, but I surrender to it.
My lips wrap around his cock, sucking for all I’m worth until I’m rewarded with his flavor.
“That’s my good girl,” he rumbles, petting my hair. “Soothe yourself on my cock.”
My legs shake as Cujo’s relentless tongue circles my clit, breathing coming harder and harder. With caramel on my tongue and my Alpha’s clever touch, an orgasm crashes over me. Slick gushes from my core, and the scent makes both men growl. Their lusty scents fill my nostrils.
I scream out my pleasure, but we’re just getting started. Cujo licks me through the aftershocks, but my empty core needs to be filled.
“So beautiful. Omega. You’ll take my cock so well.” Cujo’s low rumble causes my impatience to grow. “Is that what you want, little mate? Both of your Alphas filling you?”
My eyes find Linc’s and I nod, still sucking the flavor from his cock, eyes wide, but ready. He grins down at me, then rubs a thumb over my lips until I release him. “That’s my girl.”
Knowing instinctively what I need, Lincoln takes over, lifting me until I’m hovering over a prone Cujo.
His eyes run over my body, heat stroking every curve.
“Ride my cock, honeybee. Nice and slow. Feel every piercing stretch that perfect cunt.” Cujo doesn’t bark, but I’m helpless against his suggestion, wanting to feel him everywhere.
Linc’s body warms my back, his thick cock pressed against me as his hands control my hips.
Ever so slowly, I sink down on Cujo, my walls rippling as his pierced tip breaches my entrance.
“Oh, god,” I shudder, breathing out. He’s barely inside me, yet I feel the stretch everywhere. Delicious and heady in its intensity. Each ball on his shaft sends shockwaves of pleasure through me, rubbing against every nerve ending as I lower myself until our hips meet.
“Not God. Me.” His hands land on my thighs as I lift up, before impaling myself once more. Lincoln is hot and hard against me, as he helps me build a rhythm that has me seeing stars, yet even through the haze of ecstasy, it’s still not enough.
“I need you, too,” I pant, my twisted fingers reaching back to grip his cock. I can only pump him a few times before my fingers cramp up, but Lincoln takes the hint, kissing my hand as he takes over. His cock nudges between my legs, gathering slick before slapping my ass.
“Then let me in, baby girl.” His head taps against my backdoor, and I’m thankful for being an omega—built to take my Alphas in every hole without an ounce of pain.
Falling forward into Cujo’s waiting arms, sweat trickles down my back as he fills me.
I’m stuffed, but it’s the best feeling in the world.
“Take me, Alpha.” My words unleash them, and both men rut into me, setting off fireworks between my eyes with each thrust and pull.
Our bodies slap together, every joining better than the last, building a connection that’s endless.
Where one of us ends, another begins. In and out they sway, pleasure building in a crescendo that must be answered.
My heart races, and I cry out, unable to hold back for another second, my pussy clamps down, and their answering roars echo around the room as we all reach nirvana together.
Their knots expand, rubbing against that special spot inside me and setting off another cascade of pleasure so powerful that I struggle to breathe.
Shaking, I ride every aftershock as rumbly purrs fill my nest.
Nothing’s ever felt so right.