Chapter 42 - Bridget #2
“No, carissima,” he said, stroking my back. I tilted my head to look into his warm, brown eyes. His smile made my heart lift. “This is like the first heat, I think. Your body is catching up for lost time.”
“I really hope so,” I said, and let my eyes drift shut.
Gabriel must have carried me to the nest. When I woke up next, I was draped across his chest. He played with my hair, running his fingers through the damp strands.
“Don’t you need sleep?” I asked. Another cramp was building in my stomach.
“Do not worry about me, tesoro,” he murmured. “You are getting hot again.”
I choked back a whine. My skin was almost painfully sensitive, but as the fever built, I stopped caring.
“Vieni qui,” Gabriel whispered, and rolled us so I lay beneath him.
Andrew was next to us, sleeping on his stomach with a sheet pulled halfway up his back.
Nathan was curled on the other end of the mattress.
I reached out tentatively in the bond, not wanting to wake him.
I could feel his presence and a confused sense of the emotions of his dreams.
“I will be gentle, mia cara,” Gabriel said.
He brushed his lips against mine. They were so tender now that anything more was painful.
He traveled slowly down my body, leaving kisses on the slight bruises and marks I’d collected over the past days.
As he worked his way lower, I felt slick gathering between my thighs.
“I have been wanting to taste you,” Gabriel said. His eyes were molten. “May I?”
I could only nod.
He spread me gently with his thumbs and dipped his head until I felt the tickle of his breath against my clit. I watched, rapt, as he studied me. I was holding my breath until his tongue finally lapped at me, a long slow lick.
Gabriel groaned in apparent appreciation, and the vibration added another layer of pleasure. True to his word, he was gentle, with supple strokes of his tongue that made me forget my exhaustion. I tangled my hands in his thick hair to press him against me, urging him with my hips for more.
I’d been trying to stay quiet, but when he thrust his tongue fully inside me, I gasped.
Andrew stirred, then turned on his side to watch. His green eyes on us stoked my blood even hotter.
His lips curled into a lazy smile. “You enjoy being watched, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” I breathed as Gabriel lapped at my clit again. My embarrassment had burned away long ago. “But I think I enjoy watching more.”
“Is that right?” Andrew murmured. He moved until he was kneeling behind Gabriel. His cock was already hardening, thanks to my perfume or maybe just watching his Beta between my legs. He gripped Gabriel’s hips and brushed the head of his cock against his ass.
Gabriel groaned again, his eyes falling closed. “Amore, please, I am trying to focus,” he said between strokes of his tongue. I pushed his head back until our eyes met.
“Let me watch,” I whispered. “Please.”
I’d been wanting to watch them since that night I’d listened outside their door, trying to imagine it. Here, in the dim light of the nest where everything felt like a half-remembered dream, seemed like the perfect place to finish what I’d started.
Gabriel smiled, and his lips were glossy with my slick. “Do you want to watch our Alpha fuck me, carissima?”
Our Alpha. “Yes,” I whispered.
Andrew’s eyes gleamed. “You heard her,” he said.
That same swooping sensation in my stomach as Gabriel propped himself on his arms and turned his head so they could kiss. A long, tender kiss that ended with Gabriel melting like putty.
My clit was still throbbing, my legs splayed wide. I touched myself as I watched, softly, wanting to make it last, but my breath was already coming faster.
Andrew didn’t make Gabriel wait this time. He reached between my legs and gathered some of the slick dripping down my thighs to coat his cock, then lined up behind Gabriel.
I watched Gabriel’s face as Andrew pushed slowly in. His eyes were closed, his brow furrowed, as he let loose a stream of Italian that ended in a groan of “Sí, amore.”
Andrew drew back slowly, then pushed in again, faster this time. Gabriel’s eyes snapped open to mine, then flicked to where I was fucking myself with my fingers. “Brava ragazza. But do not make yourself come, mia cara. I want to feel it.”
I whimpered, but forced my pace to slow. My skin was burning again as I watched my Alpha fuck my Beta.
And they were mine. I had tried to deny it for so long, tried to tell myself they deserved better, but they were stuck with me, no matter what. A surge of possessive desire roared through me.
“Gabriel,” I said, catching his attention. “Fuck me like he’s fucking you.”
Both of them groaned.
“Jesus Christ, baby,” Andrew said, his hips stuttering before he pulled out. “You’re going to kill us.”
Gabriel tugged me up gently until we were both on our knees. Andrew sat behind him, his legs wide enough to allow Gabriel to sink back down onto his cock with a sharp inhale. He then pulled me down, impaling me on his hard length.
Gabriel was breathless, murmuring words in Italian as I rocked above him, and Andrew rocked beneath him. My clit ground against him with each movement.
Andrew took one of my hands in his. “You’re incredible,” he said, kissing the delicate skin of my wrist and making tingles spread across my scalp. “So fucking gorgeous.”
We weren’t being quiet anymore, and Nathan was awake. I felt his awareness in our bond like a spark of light. I called out to him, pulling instinctively on the bond, until I felt his warmth behind me.
Nathan gathered my hair off my neck and kissed the bond mark he’d left there. The sensation made me cry out and buck harder on Gabriel’s lap. But when Nathan reached around to stroke my clit, I felt my pussy clench on his cock harder than before.
“Cazzo, mia cara,” Gabriel choked. “I am going to come.”
My eyes flicked to Andrew’s vivid green gaze. He still had my hand.
“You’re both mine,” I whispered, then lunged for Gabriel.
As my teeth sank into the skin where his throat met his shoulder, he cried out and I felt his cock jerk inside me as he finally succumbed. His blood on my tongue made me feel like a conquering animal. I wanted my mark on him, just below the shining white outline of Andrew’s teeth.
Andrew answered with a bite of his own. A sharp pain at my wrist twisted into a white hot bolt of pleasure.
For the countless time in the last few days, my orgasm crashed over me like a tsunami. But now I could feel Nathan, a solid foundation at my back and in my soul.
The sensation of a new bond forming brought me back to myself. I had collapsed on Gabriel’s chest with my mouth still at his throat.
“My fierce lioness,” he whispered in my ear.
But it wasn’t Gabriel that I felt like a glowing star in my chest.
As Andrew kissed the bond mark he’d made on my wrist, our connection solidified.
Andrew was pure exhilaration. Pride, triumph, drive, joy all in one pulsing cord that felt like a bolt to the heart and obliterated everything else.
I gasped as it hit me, and Gabriel seemed to understand because I was suddenly in Andrew’s arms instead, gripping him for support, as Gabriel tucked himself behind me.
Andrew held me as tightly as the bond did, kissing my cheeks, my eyelids, my lips, anything he could reach.
How could he love me this much? Even as the wave of disorientation passed, I was left marveling at its strength. My feelings were like a sparkler compared to his fireworks, but that didn’t seem to bother him at all, based on his blast of pure joy.
After a few more moments, I could take a full breath, then another. The bond settled, still glowing, but not molten hot. I could feel Nathan again, too. He was concerned, but that passed as my breathing calmed.
A laugh bubbled out of me. “You seriously feel like that all the time?” I asked Andrew.
He nodded, still holding me tightly, and smiled. “Sorry. Gabriel almost passed out when we bonded.”
Gabriel. I searched internally for a connection to him, a thread like the others, but there was nothing. Even amid the joy of bonding, my heart broke a little.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Andrew asked immediately.
I turned slightly until I could see Gabriel. “I thought I could bond with you, too. Maggie did, with Soren,” I said.
He smiled and kissed me on the corner of my lips. His fingers brushed the mark I’d left on him. “Carissima, we do not need a bond. I will simply tell you I love you as many times as you want to hear it.”
“I can confirm he loves you very much. But still not as much as me,” Andrew whispered.
“I love you, too,” I said, feeling guilty for how mine seemed to pale in comparison to his. “Even if it’s not—”
Andrew cut me off with a gentle kiss and a wave of reassurance. “We have plenty of time, baby.”
After another few minutes, I realized I wasn’t burning up anymore. All of my muscles were sore and weak, but the cramps had eased and a sense of satisfaction was spreading through me.
“I think my heat broke,” I said, my voice hopeful.
Nathan army-crawled across the bed until his hand found my forehead. “I think so, too.”
I sighed in relief.
There was some rearranging. I ended up curled into Nathan's chest, with Gabriel at my back, and Andrew behind him. Someone switched off the nest lights.
I didn’t fall asleep right away, even though exhaustion pulled at my consciousness. I explored the bonds, feeling my way along them like paths into unmapped jungles.
The future was still uncertain. Where we would live, what I would do with my life. But I knew, no matter what, we would figure it out together.