Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
The house is quiet when Sterling and I return from our date. After Caleb swept Skye away for dinner and dancing, my Alpha surprised me with drinks and bar food at a place a town over where you can do ax throwing, darts, and thumb wrestling competitions.
Taking my hand in his, Sly leads me to my bedroom, pausing to check in on Mochi before we settle in for the night.
Clothes litter the floor around my laundry basket, and half a dozen empty water bottles sit on my desk. I just shrug when he raises a brow my way, his head shaking..
“You’re a mess, baby boy.”
“A beautiful, toned, delicious mess,” I correct, sliding my hands beneath his shirt to feel his skin on mine.
“Strip,” he orders, dragging his own clothes off and pointedly dropping them into the basket. “I want to choke on your cock while I prep your ass for my knot.”
Shivering with delight, I rip my shirt over my head and toss it away. I don’t care if my room is clean, not when I can see the thick outline of his hard length through his boxers and smell the swell of his tangerine and rosewood scent.
I’m naked and lying back on my bed, legs spread wide by the time he’s stripped. He’s a beautiful man. All dark skin, lean muscle, and calming aura. I drink him in greedily, entranced by the sight of the dark hair that trails from his belly button to wrap around the base of his long, curved dick.
“You forgot lewd in your description,” Sly teases, slowly stalking forward until his thighs bump against my ass. His cock slides against mine, teasing me with the smooth skin and thick veins.
I yelp when he leans down and nips my abs, the pinch of pain distracting me from drooling over him. He hums, breath ghosting across my tip as he drops to his knees.
“You want it slow and steady tonight?”
I open my mouth to protest, but he swallows me down, cutting off my reply with the hard suction of his cheeks. Fuuuuuck, that feels amazing.
I don’t care what pace he sets, I just want to feel him. To taste him. To be owned by him.
Popping off my length, he leans away to grab the lube from my bedside table. “Patience, brat. I’ll take care of you.”
“Just not quickly,” I grumble, earning a swat to my inner thigh.
Teasing licks along my length have my head falling back, my cock twitching when the cap pops.
His fingers are cold when they tease my hole, the pressure nowhere near enough.
He snickers when I groan impatiently, and I nearly whimper in relief when he leans over to suck the tip of my length between his lips.
We both freeze when a thud and muffled moans come from the hallway. The blast of lust that shoots down my bond with Skye has me reeling with need.
“Fuck,” Sterling grunts. When his eyes meet mine, they’re so dark only a thin line of amber rings their edges. My Alpha is feeling the same intense horniness from our Omega as I am, and it’s making him feral.
Fates, I love being in a pack.
“Our mate is up to knotty fun.” I wiggle my eyebrows, hands reaching down to push his braids away from his face. “We could be if you’d hurry and—”
The sting of his palm connecting with my ass is deliriously good. His hand rubbing over the spot only makes it feel better. “I’ll knot you when I’m ready.”
Which is now, but he’s denying himself. And me.
Tossing my head back onto the bed, I raise my hands above me, surrendering to his maddeningly slow pace. It feels good, otherwise I’d complain a lot more.
One finger presses into me, quickly becoming two when he feels how relaxed I am.
We’ve done this enough that my body almost expects it now.
I can be as needy and whiny as our Omega when I go too long without a knot.
The way it feels to have one of my Alphas buried deep inside me, their base swelling to stretch my ass to impossible points, is addicting.
Sterling curls his fingers, rubbing in just the right way, and my back bows, cock leaking pre-cum furiously. He hums, lapping at the sticky white liquid as it rolls down my length. “You’re going out of your mind, aren’t you?”
I roll my eyes, because of course I am, and he takes some small measure of pity on me and swallows my cock again. Warm, wet heat and flicks of his tongue make me mewl, hands scrambling for something to hold on to as my pleasure builds.
I’m so close, ready to burst when he adds a third finger and stretches.
“That’s it, baby, let the pressure build. Hold it in until I get my cock in you.”
He pushes to his feet and coats himself in lube, fisting his length and tugging hard several times. I widen my legs, pulling them to my chest when he steps closer and lines himself up with my hole. Rough palms grip my cheeks and spread me open, his eyes glued to my ass as he slowly presses in.
I force my body to relax, pushing against him until he slips inside. “Fuck. Yes,” I pant, reaching down to grip myself. He slaps my hand away, giving me an unimpressed look as he continues to push deeper, inch by inch until his hips are flush with my ass.
We both groan, breathy and content. I can’t take my eyes off him as he pulls out, gliding back in just as slowly. Sweat dots his forehead, his palms tightening their grip on my hips as his thrusts grow in strength. “Faster,” I beg, but he ignores me.
At least until we both feel the overwhelming pulse of lust that shoots down our bond with Skye again. Gritting his teeth, Sterling loses himself in the residual need from his Omega. Frantic thrusts fill the room with the sound of skin slapping and our heavy breaths.
I could mute my bond with Skye, stop her emotions from leaking into me, but I never do. Knowing she’s feeling good makes me feel better.
Imagining her being railed by one of her mates makes my balls feel heavy, the knot at the base of my spine tightening as I edge closer to release. It’s Caleb in the nest with her. His tattooed, muscular body on display as he fucks her.
My eyes roll back as I picture it, and I come. Hard.
Sterling presses a sloppy kiss to my lips, uncaring that he’s spreading my cum all over his stomach.
“What dirty thoughts are running through your head?” He eyes me, lips tilting into a smirk against mine.
“It’s them, isn’t it? You’re imagining what Caleb is doing to our girl.
What you want him to do to you. How fat his knot will be and how good it will feel when he shoves it in your tight, Beta ass? ”
“Sly,” I whimper, cock twitching as cum splatters between us.
Licking across my lips, he leans back and presses my thighs tighter to my chest. His next thrust pushes his inflated knot against me, the grinding motion of his hips sends sparks of pleasure through my spent length.
“I’ll fill you up, baby, give you a taste of what you want from our new pack mate.”
“Fucking knot me already.”
Narrowing his eyes, he shifts back until only his tip rests inside me.
With a wicked grin, he slams forward, forcing his knot to push through the tight ring of muscle.
Pain blends with pleasure, morphing into the perfect type of agony as he swells thicker and thicker, pushing my abused body to its limits.
I feel like I’m tearing in two, but that small flare of panic is soothed by the kick of his cock as he comes, filling me with the hot splash of his release.
I’ve never understood why I react like this, why I feel like I’ll shatter if I don’t have his or Onyx’s cum coating my insides.
Moaning, he drops his forehead to mine and shifts us onto our sides. We’re lying sideways across my bed, but we don’t care. All that matters is each other and the bond we share.
“I love you,” I whisper, brushing my lips to the corner of his mouth.
“I love you too, brat. Thank you for completing my soul.”
Rolling my eyes, I let them fall closed and pretend I’m not blushing. He always says that shit, and I light up like a damn tomato every time. It’s the sweetest thing ever, but I can’t make myself admit how much I adore hearing it.
Sometime later, he slips out of me and taps my hip, helping to support me as we rush through a quick shower.
I face plant onto the bed beside him, one arm tossed across his chest, and barely hear his puff of laughter before I pass back out, thoroughly fucked and well cared for by my Alpha.
Going to the gym is one of my favorite forms of foreplay.
That’s probably weird to admit, but if you saw the shit my mates do when we’re here, you’d understand.
Caleb joined us this morning, looking delectable in a pair of low-slung basketball shorts and a tight black tank top. He’s currently doing pull-ups, the muscles in his back stretching in the most enticing way.
Damn, is he ripped.
I can barely focus on my workout when his thick ass and firm back are calling to me like a damn bird doing a mating dance.
Caleb drops to his feet, turns around, and—Holy fucking Fates—this man whips his thick headphones off and slaps them around his thigh to answer the gym bro who steps up to talk to him.
That is way too hot to be appropriate in public.
For me, because I am harder than hell and my gym shorts do absolutely nothing to hide it.
Spinning around, I nearly swallow my tongue when I find Onyx finishing his deadlift.
The weights drop to the floor, and my bulking Alpha’s eyes find mine, a smirk tilting the corner of his lip as he reaches up and flicks the clasp of his lever belt one-handed.
The click is loud in the already noisy room, and I bite back a whimper when he steps forward, his other hand deftly catching the belt before it falls to the floor.
They’re trying to kill me.
Pulling these sexy ass moves and making all my blood rush to my needy cock.
Pursing my lip, I search for Sterling, only to find him on the machine Caleb had been using. His braids are pulled back into a ponytail, leaving the silvery bond marks on his dark throat prominently displayed.
Biting my lip, I dodge the equipment between us and slip around to his front. He frowns but doesn’t complain when I place my hands outside of his and pull myself up, legs wrapping around his waist.