Chapter 35
Red
Iggy fidgets impatiently. We checked into the cabin this morning, and Imogen asked us all to leave her alone so she could settle in. Iggy tried to hang with her while she had alone time, but she giggled, kissed his cheek, then slammed the door in his face.
I convinced Cass to hike with me to scope out some waterfall spots to bring Imogen this week. Apparently, she's never been camping or done pretty much anything in the woods, so we're gonna have a great time exploring. The cabin has camping gear, so we'll take her up the mountain tomorrow night to sleep outside.
I can't fucking wait. To do all of it, everything, with her.
But I really can't wait because Cass and I got back hours ago; we cooked dinner, which is now cold, and we're sitting around the kitchen table waiting, and Imogen is still… I'm not sure what she's doing.
"What the hell did we do to keep busy before we had an omega?" Cass asks honestly. Iggy growls in response, and I laugh.
Just as I'm about to kick Iggy's leg for bouncing and creaking the chair, music starts. It's slow, with piano and a low, sultry voice. I don't recognize the song, but the words sound Russian. Imogen emerges from the hall a second later, and the three of us, mouths agape, stare.
I don't know what the moves are called, but her feet twinkle like a ballerina, and she dips toward the ground, one leg extending behind her in the air, and she spins, coming to stand, moving her feet in small, graceful steps before doing it again.
She's wearing the white lacy teddy I got her. It's skin-tight, mostly see-through, and the chest cuts down all the way to the navel. It's unholy. Indecent. Imogen dancing like a ballerina in a teddy is my new wet dream.
But then the song changes, and it becomes a little more familiar, more beats, more bass. And her dance moves change with the song, becoming more erotic. I pull away from the table, still seated, and the guys do the same.
Imogen's cheeks twitch, but she seems pleased when she climbs on the chair in my lap and tuts, "No touching."
My cock is so hard I swear I'm going to come in my pants, especially when she grinds against me, but like a good alpha, my fingers grip the chair beneath me while she shakes her ass in front of my face. The chair cracks, but I hold it together. She does the same to my brothers, and they're just fucked as I am, but they don't touch, and when the song comes to an end, she dances back toward me, straddling me but arching her back so her head drops toward the ground.
When she pulls up, I trail fingers up the split in fabric at her chest, squeezing her breast through the lace.
"That was fun."
"Yeah? You like teasing your alphas?"
Her cheeks blush, and she nods. "Yes. Also… I should tell you guys. I had my birth control removed."
The guys tense. "So… you could get pregnant," I confirm.
She bites her lip nervously. "Yes… is that… is that okay? Is that still what you want?"
Gripping her waist, I lift her up. Cass is already there, and I pass her body off to him like she's a rag doll. "Bedroom. Now."
Cass carries a giggling Imogen down the hall while I move ahead of them. They strip her down while I dig through the velvet chest I insisted she bring. Finally, I get to use the toy I bought her. Pulling out the strange-looking antennae, I turn and find her watching me, mouth open, panting, while Cass and Iggy are already licking her tits.
I pull my clothes off.
I feel like I've been waiting for this all my life. "Coma-inducing orgasms, remember?"
She nods vigorously. Crawling over her, taking the toy with me, I kiss her hard on the lips. "Cherries. I will never tire of that scent. I love you so much, Imogen."
"I love you too, Red. I'm so in love with all of you." She sniffs, tears in her eyes, but Iggy licks them as they fall.
"For-fucking-ever, Imogen," Iggy says.
Then Cass kisses her lips. "I love you more than anything, Im."
While they make their declarations, I kiss down her body, coming between her legs.
Licking her pussy, she moans, and I shower her in affection, showing her how much I love her with my tongue. Spearing her core, I thrust a few times, bringing her to the edge, gently licking her clit, but I don't let her come.
She's so needy, she whimpers and cries out, begging for more, but I don't give in. Grabbing the toy, I slip the long flat silicone piece inside her pussy, then line my cock at her entrance, pushing the toy the rest of the way in.
I can feel it against my cock, and while Imogen tries to wiggle her hips, I hold her still so I can adjust the bulbous tip of the toy so it's pressed against her g-spot. When I knot her, it'll lock into place, then she'll be screaming. I set aside the other end of the toy, a small, round silicone vibrator with a hole that fits perfectly over her clit attached to a harness to hold it in place.
"You gonna be a good girl and let me have my way with you, Imogen?"
"Yes, Red. Yes, but please move. Now," she squirms, so I relent and let go of her hips.
"Can my brothers touch you?"
She growls in response, hands snapping out so fast, grabbing their hands. Cass chuckles, but Iggy's single-mindedly focused on Imogen, and they go back to kissing and pinching her nipples. And then I move.
Slow at first, pulling in and out, watching in awe as my cock disappears inside her body.
"Oh god, Red. Fuck yes."
"I love it when you swear, Imogen. So dirty on your lips, coming from such a good girl. Say it again."
"Fuck. Fuck! Ahh, oh god, unh," she grunts, and I thrust faster. Dropping my hands to her ass cheeks, I tilt her hips at an angle and pound into her. I can barely think straight, but I grab the toy and turn on the vibrator that's pressed inside her body, snugly fit against her g-spot.
I feel it vibe against my dick, and I can't help it, I cry out, "Oh! Oh shit, oh fuck, yes, ohhh."
I almost come then, so I fit the silicone toy over her clit, tighten the strap around her waist that'll hold it in place, and turn it on.
Then she screams.
She comes so fast, and so hard, she's leaking so much slick our thighs are soaked.
"Holy fuck, I can't hold it," I grunt. My swollen knot pulses, and I tuck it in, shoving it inside her, and with the vibrator against my cock, her pussy squeezing me so tight, Imogen and I come together.
It's transcendent. It's like a stream of the greatest pleasure, and it's shooting out of my cock, and I paint her walls with my come while I buck and grunt and fuck her with all my might.
I think she passes out. Iggy turns the clit toy off, but I'm still coming, still locked inside her. I collapse on Imogen, still shaking, still coming. My fingers grip her flesh in desperation. Finally, the orgasm slows, my heart racing, and I'm panting on top of Imogen. Cass does me a mercy and turns off the g-spot vibrator, and my very sensitive cock reacts, short bursts of pleasure shooting out, and I shake once, twice, three times, shuddering, before it stops completely.
"Holy fucking shit," I whisper against Imogen's racing heart.
When my knot subsides, my cock slides out of her, gushing fluid onto the sheets. Imogen grunts but otherwise doesn't react. Coma-inducing.
On shaky arms, I press up, looking down at my mate. Her eyes are closed, but she feels me looking at her. She smiles. I kiss her softly. "I love you."
"I love you," she whispers back. I climb off her, pulling the toy with me. She startles when I pull the toy out of her.
"You're gonna need all that slick, baby," I nod toward her pussy, and she looks down. Her cheeks are flushed from the sex, but they somehow burn brighter when she sees what a mess we've made.
"I don't think we're going to need all that," she snickers.
"Wanna bet?"
Cass chuckles, slapping her thigh. "Ready to take two of us, Im?"
Her eyes widen. "Like… at the same time?"
"Told you we were gonna try it. You in?" Iggy asks. Imogen nods, not scared or worried. Her scent is bright and open, but one eyebrow lifts slightly in amusement, unsure how it will work. "Climb on top of Cass, Im."
Cass arranges on the bed beside her, and she straddles him.
"I can't believe I'm still horny," she muses, and Cass slaps her ass.
"You want all our seed, greedy girl."
Iggy climbs behind Imogen, pushing her torso forward. I watch closely. For moral support. And because it's hot as fuck watching my mate get railed, taking two cocks at once.
Imogen sinks onto Cass then moves up and down, and he holds her hips while she fucks him, but Iggy makes them both pause. Leaning closer, lending a hand cause I'm a good guy, I spread her ass cheeks so I can watch both cocks disappear inside her.
Iggy lines up against Cass's dick, and together they lower her down slowly. She hisses and freezes, so they wait, but I rub her back encouragingly.
"Get that toy," Iggy commands. I grab the toy with the hole for the clit, and I fit it over her, holding it in place. Then I turn it back on.
"Oh my god," Imogen moans, then sinks down onto both cocks, stuffing both inside her pussy.
Cass swears, and Iggy's control is slipping, but he helps direct her movements while I tease her clit with the toy. Imogen fucks them both more fluidly until she bounces her ass against Iggy while he drives the three of them, pounding and pushing her against Cass with each thrust.
"Don't knot her, not this time," I tell the guys. Iggy grunts in agreement, but Imogen's lost to pleasure. She cries out, and I rub the toy around, teasing her clit until she's coming again.
"I can't," Cass rasps, and I watch his face contort, then his hips buck, and he shudders, coming inside her. Iggy comes last, wrapping his hands around her front, pulling her back so she slides off of Cass's dick, and whips his hips at a brutal pace, slamming his pelvis against her ass, then he's coming.
I drop the toy, and while Iggy's still shuddering on top of her, I pull Imogen's hair back.
She looks me in the eye, hazy, sated, spent. "Are you ready?" I ask.
She frowns briefly until understanding dawns.
"I've been ready," she replies. I look at each of my brothers, and they nod. Cass leans close to her neck, high on her shoulder. I take the other side, with Iggy on her shoulder. And then we bite.
It starts with clarity. The quality of truth: there will only ever be one in my existence. And it's her. Imogen.
Her emotions slam into me. So complex, so many layers. The bond lights up, feathering down my skin, zapping through my veins. I feel my brothers more strongly, too.
But it all leads back to her.
A tear falls from her eyes, and she starts crying. "I'm so happy. I'm so happy."
We stay like that, basking in the warmth of the bond until the sun comes up the next morning. And it's fucking perfect.
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