Chapter 13
Chapter
Thirteen
JUDE
My body is humming with happiness as I snuggle with my pack. I thought we were going to be cooked when Atlas and Briar found us. Who would have thought that things could be so fucking perfect?
A large hand squeezes my ass, their thumb sliding over my skin as I moan.
“Good morning, Little Ballerina,” Atlas murmurs, his voice rough with sleep. “I need to make breakfast. Do you eat eggs and waffles?”
“Yes. Mmm. Now I’m hungry,” I admit.
“Don’t get cold. Snuggle with Briar and Willow,” he insists, getting up. I watch in appreciation as his muscles flex and relax as he moves, biting my fist at the sight of his ass. “Please, enjoy the view, baby.”
I blush, knowing I’ve been caught as he snags his boxers and drags them up his thick thighs to hide some of my favorite parts of his body.
Willow comes in closer as Atlas disappears, I raise my arm so Briar can also snuggle against me.
“We’re left all alone. Whatever will we do?” Briar murmurs, opening her beautiful eyes.
Her hand ghosts down my chest, her fingertips mapping out the dips and muscles of my body.
“Being good is definitely not on the table,” Willow giggles. “Morning sex is the best.”
“And you have no problem with this?” I say, brow raised.
“Nope. Celibacy has been lifted,” she says, grinning as she presses a kiss to my lips. “I am going to distract Atlas to the best of my abilities. Maybe I’ll even get spanked!”
I can’t help but chuckle as Willow jumps out of bed and sashays naked toward Atlas.
“No naked people in the kitchen,” I hear him groan.
“Does the kitchen counter count?” I ask, amused as I turn toward Briar. “If she’s looking for a spanking, she’ll get one.”
“Have you seen his hands?” Briar hisses. “He definitely will make sure you won’t be able to sit properly for a week.”
Grinning, I cup her face, kissing her nose. “Are you good with everything that happened last night?”
“So good,” she sighs happily. “This is a dream come true.”
“It’s better because it’s real,” I whisper, kissing her. Our hands drift over each other, and I raise her leg over my hip as if we’ve been together forever. It feels natural to line my cock up at her entrance when she whimpers, her slick pushing out of her cunt to cover me.
Pulling her close, I thrust deep inside of her, watching as her eyes close as I fill her.
“Eyes on me,” I growl softly, loving how her eyes grow large. “Willow and I switch back and forth between bedroom roles. Sometimes, I like to be the brat. Others, I need to help ground my alpha. Everything about us is a game of give and take.”
Kissing her, I groan as her hips thrust up to meet me each time mine pistons. She’s passionate and eager as we make love, and I push her over as I cover her body. My movements become slower as I push her legs together, and she feels even tighter.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “That’s so good.”
“Every position feels so good with you. I want to watch you when you lose yourself to your orgasm,” I say, kissing her. My pelvis grinds against her clit, and we share air with each other as we lazily cum together.
Her eyes roll back as she shudders, and her cunt clamps around my cock, milking me as my fingers tighten around the blankets on either side of her. My chest heaves as I rock my hips against her, whimpering as I fill her with my cum.
“Jude, Briar! If you’re fucking, please be louder. I can’t hear you!” Willow yells, making me huff out a laugh as I kiss up Briar’s throat.
“We should get up. She’ll either burn something or start singing really off key to get us moving,” I murmur.
“I’ve heard her sing! She’s great,” Briar says, confused.
“That’s my point. She’ll sing badly just for spite. She can tell I came through our bond, and since I’m a gentleman, she knows you did too,” I grumble, wincing as I get up. “Willow, cool your tits, baby. I need to clean Briar up.”
“She’s amazing,” Briar says happily. “I love her.”
I freeze at her words, before smiling broadly. “I love her too.”
Scooping her into my arms, I walk to her bathroom and do what I told Willow I’d do. We both brush our teeth, and I’m grateful she has extra toothbrushes lying around.
“We had a big influx of omegas come into town, and a couple of them lived with me until we could get them situated,” she explains.
“It was a crazy time, but I’ve learned to keep some things on hand just in case.
Our inns and bed and breakfasts get full when winter sets in, because the weather isn’t reliable.
You definitely need snow tires and chains to be safe here. ”
“I learned that when we had our first winter here last year,” I shrug. “It was very eye opening.”
Leaving the bathroom, Briar and I grab underwear and a t-shirt to wear to walk out of the room. I steal Atlas’ just because I can, and he grins when he sees me. His shirt is huge on my body, but I love how he smells.
Something tells me that being around him may trigger my heat soon, but I’ll cross that bridge when it’s time. You can’t time these things, and lots of things will make it fluctuate.
“Just in time,” Atlas says, turning over a waffle maker. “I think Willow was going to threaten to start twerking to get spanked.”
“She fucking loves it,” I smirk. “It doesn’t happen often, but I once made her cum during a spanking.”
“Such a kinky Little Hummingbird. Anyone need coffee?” he asks.
“Me please. You look good in my kitchen,” Briar admits, watching as he moves around and serves everyone.
We’re sitting at the island, and the sun shines through the windows surrounding us. It’s a happy, bright house, exactly where I would imagine Briar living.
“A new bookshop is opening today,” Briar says. “It’s combined with a winery. The sheriff’s sister is working there, and he told me about it.”
“I love books,” Willow sighs. “I’m definitely a mood reader, but when the story sucks me in, there’s nothing better.”
“Agreed,” Briar laughs.
“Then I guess that’s what our plans are,” Atlas says. “I don’t need to be at the club tonight. Hazel has things under control there, so I’m all yours.”
“I’m off today,” Briar adds.
I watch as they talk and laugh, and then I’m filling my belly with food as Atlas slides a plate in front of me. My life has slowed its pace since moving to Colorado. I’m missing what I lost less than I used to every day, and Willow and I are finding things that make us happy.
She kept me going when I was depressed and broken. There’s nothing worse than a dancer who can no longer make art with their body. At least, not until they can find a substitute for what was their oxygen.
Willow and I always keep clothes in a bag in our car for emergencies. This ensures we can roll with whatever life throws at us. My girl is impulsive, and we’ve decided to go on road trips with very little preparation. It means every day is different, and I’m definitely never bored.
Once we’re all dressed, I realize how late it is when I glance at my phone for the first time today. It’s almost eleven in the morning. I rarely sleep in this late, despite my late nights. I’m more likely to take a nap to break up the day.
Atlas drives us into town, and I’m once again amazed by how beautiful Widows Peak is. The mountains seem to guard the town like sentinels, reminding me of how likely they are to get snowed in later in the year.
Briar’s hand slides into mine as we walk, and I play the game I often will with Willow.
“What can you tell me about the people on this street?” I ask as we stroll.
Briar’s eyes light up, and she talks our ears off about the different store owners.
It’s clear she really fucking loves this town.
I decide then and there that as things get more serious, Willow and I will move into Widows Peak so our omega can stay here.
It’s definitely not a hardship, I’m already enamored with this town.
“Quick! They’re going to do the ribbon cutting soon. Run!”
Briar takes off while Atlas groans.
“Come on, Old Man,” I tease him, chasing after Briar with Willow on my ass.
“Ohh. He’s definitely going to get you back for that,” she laughs.
His heavy footsteps behind us make me perfume, and he stumbles as he growls.
“I can’t help it,” I call over my shoulder. “I like to be chased.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” he rumbles.
My cheeks hurt from smiling so much, and I slow down as Briar arrives at Boozy Bookshop. The store is trimmed in blue, and the picture windows show a reading area, lots of shelves, and a cozy spot for hanging out with friends.
“I’ve always loved reading,” a woman says with wild brown curls. She’s wearing glasses and reminds me of a beautiful librarian. “When this spot opened up in the square, I knew it had to be mine.”
“That’s Lilian,” Briar murmurs. “She moved here six months ago.”
Nodding I watch as Lilian is almost brought to tears as she cuts the ribbon to the store, and I can see how proud she is.
We’re the first people to go inside, and Willow breathes in the scent of books.
There’s nothing quite like the way a bookstore smells.
The four of us get lost in the shelves, and Willow and Briar both find a stack of books to buy.
We decide to enjoy a glass of wine once they check out, and go through all the books they bought.
“I’m in the mood for a really fucked up mystery,” Willow says, her blue eyes glittering with excitement. “I hate it when I can figure out the twist. It just kills the story for me. I want to scream and rant at the end, knowing the author pulled the wool over my eyes.”
“Is there murder in that one?” Atlas asks teasingly. I swear, it’s as if he asked if she wanted an orgasm with her book, because her eyelids grow heavy with desire.
“God, I hope so.”
Briar shakes her head, enjoying their antics as we laugh and talk. I love how many places there are in Widows Peak to hang out with friends. We even passed people playing chess earlier in the square.
“What did you get?” I ask Briar.
“Dragon smut,” she smirks. “The book is about a possessive dragon who is searching for his mate. He’s waited centuries for her. I also bought a bully academy book, and a series I’ve been interested in reading. I’m excited to check it out and veg later.”
Alternatively, I don’t like to be alone. I can hang out and watch a show while Willow works in the living room beside me, but I’m not really by myself then, am I?
“Willow, we should go by the bakery that was closed the last time you all were here. Mrs. Hall’s chocolate cake is so good,” Briar moans.
Ugh, I swear that I’m attracted to everything the people at this table do. Atlas winks at me, and I know that he definitely can tell I’m struggling.
Willow finishes the last of her wine, notoriously known for enjoying every last drop. I’m not really a wine person, but this tasted amazing. It reminds me of a crisp, sweet apple, and we all get up since the rest of us are finished.
Briar waved goodbye to a girl with black hair stacking books, and she smiles shyly as she says goodbye.
“That’s the sheriff’s sister,” Briar murmurs softly. “I hope she decides to stay in Widows Peak. She’s really sweet.”
Something tells me there’s a story there, but I refuse to press.
While I enjoy silly gossip that doesn’t hurt others, this seems much heavier.
Atlas’ hand fists the back of my shirt as I start to follow Briar and Willow into the bakery, and Briar smirks as my alpha winks at me before she disappears in search of chocolate cake.
“Am I in trouble?” I ask, turning to face Atlas.
“Far from it,” he purrs. “Come with me.”
Atlas drags me around to the back wall of the bakery, pressing me against it as he kisses me. His fingers nimbly open up my jeans, and I groan when his hand slides inside to palm my cock.
“Oh, have I been a good boy, then?” I chuckle, grinning.
“I want a different dessert,” he admits, pushing my jeans over my hips. I help him, watching as he squats down so he can lick up my shaft. I’ve been turned on since I woke up this morning, and the evidence is leaking from my crown. “Fuck, you taste incredible, baby.”
His lips wrap around me, sucking and lapping up my slick as I whimper.
“Shh. We can’t be caught,” he mumbles around me. Atlas drags his tongue down the thick vein on the underside of my cock as he swallows me down, the suction of his mouth driving me to fist his hair.
“I’ll be good. So good,” I promise, whimpering as I lose myself to his mouth game. My hips thrust without meaning, but Atlas never once gags as he swallows around me.
His hands knead my ass as his nose nuzzles against my hip bone, and his head bobs slowly as my head drops back. My alpha pinches me to return to watching him, and my hips begin to lose their rhythm. His groan of pleasure rolls through my body, and my body begins to lock up.
Tingles of need move up my legs and the base of my spine, and it’s only when Atlas fills my ass with his fingers that I find my release.
Gasping, I shudder as I shoot cum down his throat, and he groans appreciatively as he swallows me down.
Lifting his head, my crown releases from his lips with a pop, and he gives me a satisfied smile.
“You’re just as much trouble as Willow,” I rasp, breathing hard as he fixes my clothes for me. My legs will barely hold my weight as I lean against the brick wall, and he chuckles as he shrugs.
“There’s worse ways to find trouble,” he teases me. Standing, he kisses me until my cock is hard again and I’m trembling. “Now, let’s find you a sweet treat to help with the post orgasm glow.”
I can’t help my chuckle as I stand, forcing strength into my shaky legs.
“Chocolate cake sounds like it’ll do the trick,” I say slyly, grinning as he nods sagely.
Holding hands, we walk back around to the front of the shop. “Chocolate always helps everything, Jude. I refuse to entertain any other ideas.”
Yep, my wild alpha is definitely influencing Atlas, and I fucking love how we mesh so well.