Brooks
Brooks
I woke to a tugging at my boxers. Warm fingers on my skin. Melted toffee—decadent, salty and sweet—the room, the scent making me groan. And also instantly hard.
“Aw, sweetness,” I murmured, reaching blindly for my omega as I hadn’t yet found the strength to open my eyes, “you know if you wanna play, you just need to ask.”
My fingers found hers, scrabbling against my bare thighs. She slapped away my hand.
That woke me up real fast.
Eyes snapping open, I looked for her in the dark.
“Sweetness?”
She purr-growled at me, still tugging at my boxers that were caught on my stacked knees. Under one bent arm, she'd pinned what looked like t-shirts, and a pair of lacy panties dangled from her mouth.
My heart jolted.
It’s go time.
“You want my boxers for your nest, Omega?”
She nodded, beyond words.
Fuck, my little laundry gremlin was so goddamn cute.
I kicked my underroos off, and her greedy hands snatched them up before she darted from the room.
Already fully nude.
Lin slept on his stomach beside me, and I slapped his ass to wake him up.
“Let’s go, Alpha,” I said, scooting to the edge of the bed. “We have a nest to christen.”
We four had the restraint of saints, waiting at the bottom of the stairs until Taryn finished arranging our various belongings about her nest as she wanted.
Her heightened scent wafted down to us, still strong enough to trigger all three alphas' pheromones.
All of us mussed with sleep, we men bare-chested (and, in my case, bare- everythinged), Brea in a threadbare sleep shirt that barely fell to the tops of her thighs.
Three in the morning or not, though, there wasn't an ounce of sleepiness in any bonds or scents. Only anticipation. Excitement.
At fucking last, the pocket door at the top of the narrow stairway opened, and my omega whined.
My. Fucking. Name.
Lin nudged me, perfect dark hair falling over his temple and a smug smirk on his lips. “We’re right behind you.”
Didn’t have to tell me twice.
I took the steps two at a time, racing toward my fevered, sinful-smelling omega. Fuck, she was exquisite. Perfect breasts already peaked with want, pink her chest and cheeks, a tuft of dark hair disappearing between her legs.
“I’m here, baby.” At the top step, I forced myself to pause. “May we enter your nest, sweetness?”
Taryn nodded, and I dove across the threshold. Took her face in my hands. Covered her blazing hot lips with mine. She sighed beneath me, tugging me deeper into her nest.
My hands shook with adrenaline, with the last vestiges of patience I had. Hers was my only missing bond. I craved it like water in a desert. I needed to feel her under my skin, inside my heart and mind. Literally zero space between us because our very essences were merged.
The sounds of the alphas trailing into the room, undressing and double-checking our supply stock and locking the nest doors—a detail all five of us had agreed on—felt so much further away than ten feet.
My head swam with omega. My mouth watered to taste her sweet skin.
Her nectar. Her blood. My hands were starved for her, to touch every bit of her.
“How d’you want me, Omega?” I asked. “Whatever you want, I’ll do it.”
She pushed me onto my back on the floor, straddling me and laying atop me before swiping her tongue up the column of my throat.
Half-mast became a full one in an instant.
I twisted my hand in her hair, turning her face back toward me so I could plunge my tongue inside her mouth, fill and claim her. She purred, the sound of it like opium.
Last time around, I’d been the Beta Butler. Stepping in when needed or desired, but generally looking after the alphas and omega. To be first in line, the first one to sate my omega in her heat, the one she chose to take first.
It was everything.
My other hand dropped to her hanging breast, relishing the weight of it in my palm as my fingers pinched her nipple. I rolled it in between, and Taryn rolled her hips against my erect cock.
“Fuck, beautiful,” I murmured into her mouth. “Such a good girl, wetting me with her slick.”
“Brooks,” she whispered like it was the only word she knew. Another sinful roll, already so saturated that a droplet ran down my inner thigh.
Craning my neck to take her nipple in my mouth, I skated my hands down her sides until they could grab her ass. I kneaded, and she moaned. Both of us panted by the time I spread her open wide and dragged her along my length again and again.
Waiting to plunge inside her was agony, but the glide of her was ecstasy.
My tongue flicked at her nipple, back and forth, faster and faster before I nipped at it. She hissed above me, but a fresh warmth of slick dripped from her cunt and onto my thighs.
“You like that, Omega?” I said through a smile. I swapped to her other tit, sucking it into my mouth and rolling her swollen clit against my swollen cock as I clamped my teeth around her nipple and pulled.
She cried out, a keen that shot through me like lightning.
“Need you.”
“All yours, baby.”
Fisting my cock, I lined up with her shining, dripping pussy and pulled her down, a slow steady slide until her hips met mine.
Perfection. Heaven. What was better than heaven? Because that was this.
Brea’s voice came to me from my right. “Oh, pretty Omega, looks so good on his cock.”
I glanced in their direction, where Brea kneeled sandwiched between the men, their mouths trailing along her bare skin. Their scents merged with ours, with the smell of slick and sweat already heavy in the room.
The second they touched Taryn, they’d be in rut, every one of them.
Brea bit her bottom lip and gave me a wink. “Take your time, Beta.”
If I wasn’t so goddamn blissed out at my omega riding me like a bucking bronco, I’d have teared up. With a groan, I turned back to my omega.
Touch more of her.
I raised my torso up and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to kiss. Taryn purred, her bent knees squeezing on either side of my hips as she pressed further down on my dick. Bearing down to take every centimeter I had to give.
“Love you so much, sweetness,” I moaned. One hand went on the floor behind me, giving me leverage to buck up into my omega. “So fucking pretty on my cock. So perfect. Every bit of you. God, Taryn.”
Too soon. I was losing it too soon.
I gripped her rocking hips, stopping the motion.
She whined, fighting against my grip.
“Slow, baby,” I said, turning so I could kiss her cheek. “I want this to last.”
Trembling, I fought my own desire for fast, hard. Fingers dug craters in her hips as I guided her hips, an achingly slow roll and rise, release and slide. Taryn’s eyes fluttered closed, her head tipping back as the most beautiful sounds of pleasure flowed from her lips.
“Touch yourself, sweetness,” I breathed. “Wanna feel you come at least once before I bite you.”
Her hand snaked between us, and her fingers drew slow, tight circles to match the pace of her hips. Her heat already burned so hot that, within seconds, her pussy tightened around me.
Squeezing.
Squeezing.
Squeezing.
“Come on, Omega,” I cooed, fighting to keep our movements precisely the same. “Drench me with your cunt, love.”
A guttural groan tore from her throat as she arched. Her walls seized on my cock, spasming at the speed of a strobe light.
Lin’s blackberry scent drifted over from where the alpha trio were making their own symphony of sighs. “Such a perfect angel, coming so good for your beta.”
Blood rushed to her chest, her cheeks, splotchy and bright, but her lips turned up in a smile at the praise. Half euphoric cries, half euphoric laugh.
One hundred percent breathtaking.
Her cries slowed and faded, and she folded herself around me. I held her to my chest, the two of us breathing in tandem. My fingers ran back and forth over her sweat-slicked back, and she purred.
My omega purred for me. Because of me.
A tear dropped from my eye. Nothing had ever been this perfect. Except the last time I’d fucked and bonded the people I loved most in the world.
Working carefully, without pulling out of her, I rolled us so she lay beneath me, her head on a thin but plush pink pillow. I hooked one of her legs over my arm and stroked into my girl.
A growl-purr hybrid filled the room, pure fucking debauchery. Her nipples could probably cut fucking glass, her body already aching for another orgasm.
Well. If I must.
I pumped into her, long and slow and deep. Taryn arched beneath me, her dark hair fanned out around her. A strand crossed over her throat like a choker. Sweat droplets glistened on her heated skin, color spreading.
“I’m gonna fuck you, sweetness,” I said between gritted teeth. “Gonna pound into you until you’re draining me dry. Then I’m gonna sink my teeth in you. You like that?”
“Yessss.”
“Want my dick so deep in you you’ll never get me out?”
“Yes, Brooks, please.”
I unleashed. Every yearning moment of the last year, every time I’d remembered mine was the only bond she didn’t have, every heated kiss that I’d been tempted to just bite down and do it already—they all flooded out of me as I snapped my hips into hers again and again.
One hand gripped her thigh, holding her open.
The other found her slick clit and rubbed tight circles, trying as best I could to match the speed I’d felt her knuckles move against me moments ago.
My fingers tingled. Stars burst in front of my eyes. Sparks shot through every vein. I throbbed. Body flayed open and raw.
Taryn, my world. My omega. My partner. My sweet treat. My love.
“Oh, holy fuck.”
My climax cleaved me, tore me to shreds. I collapsed atop my also shrieking omega, found the swell of her breast I’d chosen to leave my mark. Clamped down.
Thick, hot iron flooded my mouth.
Still, I came.
Fuck, it was never-ending.
Her cunt spasmed again.
Taryn was coming.
I came again.
Hands grabbing my arm. Lips inside the crook of my elbow. Sharp slice of teeth. And then—
There she was. The last piece of my heart lit up like a marquee. Her molten bond, hissing and steaming, opened up wide and invited me in.
I surrendered myself to the lava.