Chapter 13
Dev
This woman is clinically insane if she thinks that’s all the discussion this topic needs, or that we’re just going to skate by the fact that we just became mated in the ways that matter most.
Well, almost all the ways that matter most.
“Can your dad accept this news via telephone?”
She scrunches up her nose and tilts her head sideways to look at me. “That was phrased oddly. But, yes, I can call him about our visitors…”
That’s truly all the information I need.
Crawling seems like the most effective way to reach her fast, so I make my way to her, never once breaking eye contact.
I feel as if my irises surely must be glowing with the intensity of the hold she has on me as she watches me approach, like a tractor beam with boobs.
We’re not going to tell Aster that was a thought I had. Good chat.
“I heard that you and these two did something very interesting in our kitchen. I spit out my snack earlier when I went to pour honey on my toast and a bit of cum came out of the jar with it. Oh, and a few pubes. I could have done without those as well.”
Her face goes beet red, and her breathing hitches. “I-I didn’t mean— that is…we were…yeah, sorry. We definitely should have cleaned that jar out and washed it. I guess we sort of…forgot about it?”
Hawthorne smirks. “I didn’t forget about shit. I thought it would be funny to make Dev try and use it, so I wiped off the outside of it and put it back on the counter.”
Aster sputters. “What? That’s disgusting! Do you have any idea what kind of bacteria live on penises? And you wanted that to go into his mouth? After it had been incubating on the counter? That’s disgusting!”
“Eh, he’s fine.”
“That aside,” I redirect Aster, “did you…enjoy the honey play?”
I can feel my hive brothers’ minds completely homed in on her answer. She fidgets under the attention, having an internal debate. After she screws up her face a little, she takes a deep breath and relaxes again. “Yes, I did. If I’m being honest, it was probably the hottest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Fascinating,” I purr, leaning forward to kiss her stomach. “Make the call, sweetheart. Let your dad know what happened.”
“N-now? While you’re looking at me like that?”
I stare her down until she complies, because we can’t have any sort of good time until I know my hive and my mate are safe for the moment.
I can’t really hear what her dad says on the other side of the phone, but I sure as hell hear her mom screeching in the background when Aster tries to brush by the fact that we exchanged mating vows out of necessity, so I’m assuming the information is well received.
Anderson might feel some way about it, but whatever. He’s not the one we’re in love with.
Now that Aster’s distracted, I'm not waiting another minute to show her how I feel.
Last time I got to touch her, it was just us, in a quiet, dark room, almost like a secret.
Right now, it's broad daylight outside, there's somebody wholly separate from us on the phone, and my hive mates are here to see my claim.
This is what I need, something irrefutable.
Her eyes widen as she tries to read my intent, but I don't let that slow me down. I start working on getting her pants off, and while she's having a pleasant, or maybe not so pleasant, conversation with her dad about everything, I bury my face in her.
Arbor is there to stifle her gasp when I come in hot, spearing my tongue in deep. I don't actually want her father to understand what's happening; I just like the idea that it's possible he could.
Not to detract from the seriousness of the situation, because maybe we are treating this mess with The Bee Court too lightly, but you just never know how much time you have with anybody.
I'm not wasting any of it. I waited too long to make Aster mine, now it's time to put my money where my mouth is. Literally.
She's as sweet as the honey we're all addicted to, and so, so warm.
I get lost in my actions as I play with her using my mouth, teasing her with my teeth and my lips and my tongue.
I tune out everything else around us, enjoying her.
I run my fingers up the insides of her thighs, opening them wider so I can get at her easier.
Touching her is incredible, her slick instantly coating my fingers as I bring them between her legs.
I can't even remember how many nights I lied awake imagining making her squirm and cry out for me like this. Can’t count how many times I imagined what her voice would sound like as she forgot all of her senses and called my name, begging me, like she is now, to never stop.
I flick my eyes up to her to find her phone call has apparently ended and she's running her hands through her hair, out of her mind with what I'm doing to her.
Exactly how I want her. Her eyes are squished so tightly shut that she'll probably be seeing stars, but she's so godsdamn beautiful.
With her cheeks flushed and her chest rising and falling so quickly, and the way she's gripping onto my fingers and shoving herself against my face, I know that she’s almost there.
Her legs are starting to shake, like she can't control it.
When she lets go, she screams into Arbor’s mouth, her whole body quivering. I don't let up until every tremor has subsided, becoming gentler to ease her down from the high.
We stare at each other for a few minutes in silence until she can't be patient anymore, then she quite literally jumps me. She barely takes my pants off enough to make sure I’m fully out for her, which, duh, straddles me, and throws her body down onto mine, riding me so insanely hard that I feel as if my tailbone might be getting bruised from the impact of it on the ground.
I have no spare thoughts right now, completely blocking out the other guys around me who are likely as needful of her as I am right now, because she's got me deep in her body cementing our bond, and it's the only thing I ever want to be doing again.
Every time I try and take control, she'll pull herself just far enough away to remind me that I’m not the one in charge here.
When I finally give up and just plop onto my back, she gets an evil gleam in her eye, turning around so her back is to me, but her front is to everybody else.
Then she gets on the balls of her feet for more leverage and goes even harder, even faster.
If she were to sit on me at just slightly the wrong angle at the speed she's going, it would be bad news for both of us. Luckily though, her aim is impeccable.
The snap of her hips, the way her ass ripples every time she impales herself, it's mesmerizing.
I almost can't even reconcile that it's my body she's treating like this, because it's still so novel that she wants me in this way, that we're finally at this point.
I'm having a total out of body experience right now, and I'm loving every minute of it.
I'm so pent up from going down on her, that I’m barely hanging on by a thread.
When she swivels her hips and starts clenching me, I'm gone with a shout, unable to keep quiet even though that's exactly what I just expected of her.
At least nobody's father is on the phone anymore.
Don't think I need my in-laws to know what I sound like when I come this early in our mating.
That's an experience we can just put off indefinitely. For some reason, the paralysis isn’t as strong as it was last time, and I find that I’m not completely useless. That’s really interesting.
Apparently, she's planning on making this an official mating with everybody. She crawls off of me and goes to Hawthorne next, mainly because he lost his wet pants at some point during us getting lost inside each other. Not only is he not at all paralyzed from his spontaneous orgasm, but he’s already hard again?
She deems him the easiest access, and I'm pretty sure Arbor gets the hint, because he's undoing his own pants and reaching inside, pulling himself out as he watches her began to ride Hawthorne like she was just riding me.
I’m like a limp, wet blanket on the ground, but listless in the best way as I try and get my breathing under control, listening to the deliciously filthy sounds of sex that are being swallowed up by the dirt floor and the tree above us.
I have no idea how we’ll get this mess cleaned up out here, where there's no running water or plumbing, but by the time she's made her way around all of us, that's definitely something we're going to need to figure out.
When she’s finally satiated, she lies her head in my lap, leaving a sobbing Arbor next to us and a semi-catatonic Hawthorne next to him.
“Okay, Wonder Woman. Training for a marathon, are you?”
She turns her head slightly, the only part of her body she seems willing to move at the moment.
“My legs are definitely going to get jacked being mated to you guys.
You have no idea how much they're burning right now.
I bet you I could run a marathon after this.
Well, not right now. Give me a bit to recover and then we'll talk.”
I laugh and shake my head, enjoying the feel of her like this, especially knowing she’s officially ours.
“Did you…do what you needed to do out here?” I ask, wondering why we’re even out here to begin with.
“Yeah, I just needed to lock The Bee Court out of the town’s boundaries. The only way they’re getting in now is if somebody physically escorts them, so we should be good. Dad’s on alert now, too, so mission accomplished.”
Hawthorne props himself up onto one elbow. “And your family won’t disown any of us for desecrating their secret bunker?”
Aster looks around, then scrubs her face with her palms. “Fuck. That was kind of dumb, wasn’t it?
Hm. I think there’s a roll of paper towels or napkins or something in the cabinet in the corner, let’s just do the best we can and I’ll just pack more dirt on top?
Good enough for government work, methinks. ”
She gets up to clean, but I have to yank her down one time. “Happy mating, Aster. I love you.”
She tears up a bit and kisses me, then looks to Arbor and Hawthorne, as well.
“I…wow. We’re really doing this then, huh?
I love you guys. Thank you for…being patient with me all these years, for giving me the space I needed to figure out who I was.
But most importantly, thank you for giving me a reason to come back to Trash Haven so we can have this. ”
We wrap her up between us, soaking up all the feel-good chemicals our brains are creating, making a core memory. Now I know whatever else happens, we’ll figure it out because we’ve finally got our woman.