Six Days Until Christmas
Julius
There's goddamn pine needles everywhere, just as he predicted. They've woken him from the first sleep he's been able to get in... hours? Or was it days? The prickly fucking things were stabbing him in the back and ass.
He tries to shift to avoid the needles, but the tangle of limbs in the nest made it impossible and his sore dick told him he didn't want to be waking Eden up again right now. His girl was finally resting easy for the first time since her heat had started and she needed it.
She'd been insatiable and inconsolable, writhing in their arms and crying out for them when they weren't fast enough about filling her, clawing at their skin if they didn't fuck her exactly the way she wanted.
The scent of her heat still pours out of every inch of skin on her, keeping him half hard and his knot swollen.
All four of them are sticky with sweat, slick, and cum, but the scent of it is like nothing he's ever smelled before.
It's fucking... perfect. Heaven. It was the single hottest thing he'd ever experienced, and also the sweetest. He'd never felt closer to his girl or his pack.
With Eden between them, needing them like this, the three of them were like one organism.
She was asleep with her head resting against Luke's thigh now, the head of his cock resting against her lips.
As he watches them, he sees her little tongue dart out to lick the tip where a pearl of precum is beading.
She relaxes as the taste of it hits her tongue.
She's so fucking beautiful. Her cheeks are flushed and her hips are bruised from their hands.
Her tits and neck and thighs covered in the bite marks they've left when she begged them to make her theirs.
Something dark surges in his chest, urging him to mark her more, to own every inch of her so that everyone would know she was theirs.
He senses movement in the bond and looks over to see Tenor stirring too.
Thank fuck he stops though, because his head is resting on Eden's soft belly and he'll definitely wake her up if he moves.
He watches as his brother absentmindedly nuzzles his face into her skin, like he's unable to stop himself.
Luke lets out a massive snort in his sleep like a goddamn pig, his mouth wide open.
A little bit of drool leaks out the side of it.
The big bastard had pulled his weight with their girl, though, so he couldn't hold it against him too much.
He'd railed Eden for hours, knotting her over and over again with a stamina that was a little terrifying even when he and Tenor were flagging.
Julius watches as one of Luke's massive paws creeps down to cup the back of her head, pushing her mouth further onto his dick even in his sleep.
Eden opens her mouth, still fully asleep, and starts sucking at the tip.
There's no artistry to it, not like the blowjobs she gives them sometimes with her pretty little hands and tongue gripping and teasing them, looking up at them with those big blue eyes.
No, this blowjob is all hunger, all need.
Both of them start moving in tandem like there's some shared rhythm inside them guiding them both.
With her distracted, he decides to try brushing some of the needles out of the bed. It's a lost cause, given that the root of the problem was still sitting at the foot of the bed. That goddamn Christmas tree. Why was it always Luke's fucking idea when crazy shit happened?