Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Onyx passes me on his way out of the nest, his head jerking in greeting. Nail marks cover his chest and back from another night easing our mate through her heat.
We’re on day four and she shows no signs of stopping. This is likely another side effect of her bond sickness, but until we meet with a specialist after the holidays, we won’t know for certain.
Long blonde hair fans around Skye in tangles strands. I finger the tie on my wrist but decide to wait until she wakes to pull it up. She needs her rest.
I’m careful as I lay down beside her, my fingers looping with hers. Being connected with her in small ways makes my heart race. I love her so much. More than I ever imagined possible before she crashed into our lives.
Only a half hour passes before she stirs, whimpering softly. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. Does your needy pussy need to be filled?”
Her eyes pop open, a flicker of recognition flashing through the jade-green orbs before the haze settles in.
She reaches for me, and I let her pull me on top of her small frame, my arms bracketing her head.
I still have a pair of sweatpants on, so I catch her hands in one of mine and hold them above her head, stopping her from pushing them down.
Making her orgasms explosive by building her release up helps give her Alphas time to take care of themselves before she has to be knotted again.
And I take great pleasure in making her writhe against my fingers, tongue, and cock.
“Be good,” I warn, pecking her lips when she pouts. I slide down her body, laving my tongue against her skin and teasing her with light nips around the bottom of her breasts.
Her legs loop around my head when I reach her core, heels digging into my back and urging me to where she needs me most. I lick a long stripe up her pussy, gathering her slick on my tongue before using it to circle her clit.
“Emmett,” she whimpers, hands shooting down to tangle in my hair. She tugs, not truly pulling or trying to guide me, just centering herself as her instincts try to retain control of her reactions.
“Your slick is a most succulent treat, sweetheart. It’s sweeter than usual. Have your other mates been filling you up? Drowning this sweet cunt in their cum?”
I coat my fingers in her slick and sink them lower to tease her ass while I thrust my tongue into her. She soaks my chin, gushing as I torment her, changing my pace every time she gets close.
“Please,” she begs. “Please let me come.”
Tears stream down her cheeks by the time I relent, pushing two fingers into her ass at the same moment I return my mouth to her clit. I flick my tongue across the sensitive bundle of nerves, fast and hard, exactly the way she likes it.
“Yes, oh Fates, yes.”
Wetness sprays against my chest, soaking me and the sheets as she comes.
I wipe it away before shifting her thighs apart and crawling back up her body, my cock throbbing with the desire to sink inside her. “I’m going to fuck you now. Refill your needy cunt with fresh cum now that I’ve licked you clean.”
Holding her open, I watch as she takes me, abused pink walls swallowing my length inch by inch. She’s so hot and wet and tight, so fucking mine.
Leaning down, I press my forehead to hers and lock one hand behind her neck, holding her place as I thrust deep into her wet heat. “Who owns this needy cunt?”
“You do,” she whimpers, arms wrapping around my shoulders to hold me against her. Each thrust is slow and hard, my balls slapping against her ass with the force of them.
I stare into her eyes, savoring every emotion that passes through them as I make love to her, building her back to that explosive peak.
“More, Em.” Her body arches toward me, chest brushing mine. “I need more.”
Gliding my hand from the back of her neck to her throat, I trail it down between her breasts, pressing against her lower abdomen to make her feel every inch of me as I take her.
“That’s it, sweetheart, squeeze me tight. I’m close.”
Skye screams, eyes slamming closed as she pulses around me, pushing me headfirst into an intense orgasm. It feels like it will never stop as I empty inside her.
I collapse, catching myself before I crush her. Our breaths mingle, panting heavily as our souls return to our bodies.
“Fates, I’m a sticky mess.”
Huffing, I slowly pull out of her cunt and stand, offering her my hand. “Let’s get you clean. Maybe soak in the tub for a bit? I can have Quentin bring you something to eat.”
She teeters when she gets to her feet, using my arm to steady herself. “Want me to carry you?”
Her head shakes. “I might be using my muscles a lot but they get stiff if I don’t get up and walk once a day.”
Tilting my head, I try to remember if this was always an issue during her heats. I swipe my phone on the way to the bathroom, texting Quentin about food and mentioning the muscle stiffness. I may not remember, but he will.
After a quick shower to wash her hair and body, I help settle her into a steaming hot tub. I made sure to add a specialty bath bomb full of things to help soothe the aches in her body.
“Join me?” she asks, head lolling against the cushioned rim.
“Gladly.”
We soak, her fingers tracing random patterns on my arm, before Quentin arrives. He sets a plate of steak and roasted vegetables on the edge of the tub and kneels next to us. “How are you feeling, darling?”
Skye shrugs, mouth open to accept a bite of the food. “Tired. Sore. Minutes away from another spike.”
Quentin frowns, continuing to feed her bites as he studies her face. “I was able to reach the bond sickness specialist to move up your appointment. Completing your connection to Caleb hasn’t helped as much as we hoped.”
Tears well in her eyes, so I wrap my arm around her waist and brush one hand up and down her sternum, soothing her as they fall.
“I just want to feel normal.”
Quentin cups her cheek, leaning in to scent mark her. “You will, darling. Let’s focus on getting you through this heat first.”
He meets my eyes as he gathers her empty plate, my worries reflected back at me. I nod, teeth digging into my cheek to stop my fears from spilling out. Skye is half asleep in my arms, I don’t want to wake her by losing control of my emotions.
“I’ve got her,” I grit out, draining the tub and running fresh water.
Whatever happens next, we’ll face it together.
Whimpering filters through my mind, stirring me from sleep.
Before I can process where it’s coming from, a pillow smacks me in the face. Lifting my head, I scowl at Bellamy, who grins from across the nest. “Wakey, wakey, Em. Our girl needs a Beta sandwich.”
Skye clambers into his lap, leaving a trail of slick across his stomach.
Crawling over to them, I quickly pull her hair into a messy bun and feel her head, biting back a curse when I find her burning hot with another heat spike.
After we all fucked her, one after the other, she’s passed out hard.
We thought that meant her heat was starting to subside, but apparently, we were wrong.
“You want her ass?” Bellamy asks, darting his tongue out to trace around her areola.
“I’ll take her ass, you take her cunt.”
Gripping her thighs, I lift her, letting him drop onto his back before I help her straddle his hips and sink down onto his cock. Skye moans, long and low, already moving, chasing her release.
Using my hand to catch the slick running down her thighs, I coat my fingers and circle her hole, getting her nice and wet. One finger pushes into her easily, so I add another. She’s been fucked every way imaginable over the past four days, leaving her nice and pliant.
Three fingers deep, I stretch her wide, using her slick as lube. I grip her hip hard, stilling her bouncing, and press my tip to her hole. She bears down, helping me slide in until my hips are flush with her ass.
“So fucking tight, sweetheart. You ready for your mates to take over? Fill your holes? Is that what our greedy girl needs?”
“Yes.” Her shout is scratchy and hoarse from days of screaming and crying. Not wanting to push her too far, I pull back, thrusting into her hard. We keep our pace frantic, pushing her from one orgasm to the next with Bellamy’s finger on her clit.
“Fuck, dandelion, you’re strangling my cock. I’m gonna come.”
Bellamy hisses, pounding up into her before he stills. I feel him pulse through the thin wall separating us, and when she locks down around us, I’m pushed over the edge.
I bellow, chest heaving for breath and my body trembling with exhaustion. Peppering kisses to Skye’s neck and back, I lift her off Bellamy’s length before slipping my spent cock free.
“I’ll grab a rag,” I tell him, settling her into his arms.
She’s already whimpering again when I return, her eyes glassy and her cheeks flushed. She needs a knot.
“Give her to me.”
Caleb holds his arms out for her. He’s barely conscious, eyes repeatedly falling closed. We’re all exhausted, having barely slept for half an hour at a time since Skye’s heat started. I don’t know how much longer this will be sustainable.
Bellamy is out cold when I take Skye from his arms and deposit her onto her Alpha’s lap. My face hits the pillows beside them, my body succumbing to sleep. I’m aware long enough to watch as Caleb pushes her down onto his knot, not even taking the time to fuck her properly first.
When she snores, face buried in his armpit, I chuckle. Maybe he’s onto something and what our girl needs isn’t a bunch of drawn out, explosive orgasms, but to be knotted over and over until she’s swimming in Alpha cum.