13. Greer
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She’s a fucking dream.
The room might smell like Lain’s thick vanilla and tobacco scent, but it’s no bother. He’s my pack mate and after we’re done with Maisie, this room won’t smell like him much longer.
I wish her scent was present. Just thinking about it makes my mouth water, but she doesn’t need it. She’s already bewitched me without it.
Her skin is pale, a few beauty marks here and there. There’s a particular freckle on her inner thigh I want to become endlessly intimate with. Her rowdy curls drive me absolutely fucking crazy. I like seeing her let loose, being herself.
There’s a deep sense of satisfaction in knowing that we’ve made her so pliant, that she trusts us with her body. I won’t disappoint her in granting us with that trust.
The attraction between us is like a frenzied spark and there’s no way I could deny it.
Like a damn siren, she spreads her legs wide, showing off that marvelous cunt of hers.
“How do you like it, Maisie? Sweet and caring?” I ask, drawing my hand up her calf.
“I don’t want sweet,” she says, though her voice is unsure.
“Lain, sit at the head of the bed,” I tell him, and he does so eagerly. “Are you going to present for me while you take Lain between those welcoming little lips?” I ask while dragging a thumb along her bottom lip.
Her breath hitches, and she’s quickly in motion.
Fuck. She’s eager to please, excited to be taken care of and to accept her own pleasure.
I’m going to give her every ounce of sexual gratification possible.
Lain is sitting on the bed, legs spread as Maisie turns herself on the bed, her pert arse in the air as she crawls between his lap.
“Can you take these?” she asks him, handing Lain her glasses that he delicately places on the nightstand.
He pushes back her hair and looks at her like she’s the fucking sun. I know it’s a dangerous game we’re playing, but I’m too blinded to stop.
Slick is dripping down her thighs, an open invitation to slide right into her and fill her with my cock and knot so good that she doesn’t have a single thought in that brilliant head of hers.
Lain’s head thunks against the headboard, and I smirk, knowing she’s already toying with him.
I approach, sliding a hand down her spine and back, before squeezing a handful of her arse. She hums around Lain, the Alpha pants beneath her.
“Fucking hell, your mouth,” he says as Maisie presents herself even higher, nearly begging to be fucked.
I know there’s no turning back, and I suppose I’m fine with that. Because the moment I slide into her pussy, there isn’t a single doubt of whether or not this is what was meant to happen.
“Jesus Christ,” I grit out as her walls clench around me.
She makes these sweet little muffled noises as I slide deeper into her.
“That’s it. You’re taking both of us so well, look at you,” I tell her, while gripping her hips and slowly sliding in and out of her.
“So good for your Alphas,” Lain adds in.
She gets wetter at those words, her slick coating my cock and dripping onto my knot.
It’s with single-minded fascination and desire that I spread her wide and bask in the way she’s taking me.
I pick up my pace and she fluctuates between taking Lain down her throat or stroking him to take a break and moan. He holds her hair, staring down at where she takes him.
“Keep doing that, pet, and I’m going to come,” he tells her, and I unfortunately cannot get a good view of what exactly it is that she’s doing to him.
She’ll just have to do it to him again another time so I can watch.
Lain grunts, and Maisie lets out a keening noise as I press my knot against her entrance.
It’s been so fucking long since I knotted anyone and I’m not sure I’ve ever wanted it this badly.
“You want my knot, sweet girl?”
She moans, nodding her head, and I give her what we both want. Grabbing her hips, I push myself fully inside her. I can’t help the harsh breaths or grunts that slip out of me while I do.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, my words grunted with pleasure.
Wrapping my arm around her, I strum her clit while I rut into her.
“Come for me,” I nearly beg her.
She’s shaking and gasping for air as Lain groans, his head smacking against the headboard as he finishes.
Maisie rests her head on his thigh, moaning out as she clenches around me and milks my cock.
“Oh God. Oh God,” she chants.
Lain holds her tenderly as my knot grows to its largest size and I spill into her. My fingers don’t let up on her clit until she finally screams out her release.
I can’t stop the way I’m rutting into her, not when it feels this good. Her smaller body trembles beneath mine as I kiss her shoulder, dragging my teeth over the skin as I give her every drop of my release.
She’s shivering by the time we’re spent and I rub a hand down her back.
“Maisie, are you okay?” I ask her and she nods.
“Yeah. Just…a moment,” she whispers.
Lain pets her hair and gives me a worried glance. Did we go too far? Was this a bad idea?
Maisie moans and wiggles herself against my knot, and a whoosh of breath leaves me as I grip her hips to hold her steady.
“It’s just…I don’t remember it feeling this good,” she says, accentuating her words by giving me a little moan.
Lain looks at me with relief and I stare down at the Omega between us as she rocks against me.
“Insatiable little thing,” I say, doing my best to hold her still or else she’ll be stuck on my knot all night.
“How—how long?” she asks, her head resting on Lain’s thigh next to his flaccid dick, like we’ve done this a million times.
“Depends on if you keep wiggling your arse against me or not,” I joke and the little brat does just that, wiggling against my knot.
I lightly swat my hand against her cheek, not even enough to make it pink, and she moans even louder.
Fuck, I’m so helplessly fucked when it comes to her.
“You need one more, sweetheart?” Lain says and she must nod her head against his thigh.
Lain adjusts himself so he can slide his hand underneath her. The wet sounds of his fingers playing with her clit are obscene, and it only has her cunt gripping me tighter.
They kiss as he plays with her, torturing me in the process. I feel the moment he sends her over the edge. She grips my knot so tightly I think I see stars and nearly fall on top of her.
It takes me a moment to get my bearings, but when I do, it’s to Maisie letting out a relieved sigh and Lain chuckling at my expense.
“I think you broke him.”
I don’t even have it in me to give him a retort. Instead, I balance my weight on my knees and soak up every second I have with my knot in this Omega. Who knows if I’ll ever get this again?
The thought of that alone has my knot deflating.
As soon as our bodies separate, Maisie nearly collapses on the bed.
“Let’s get you cleaned up,” I say.
She gives me an exasperated look. “I need a minute.”
“Maybe we broke you too,” Lain says, and Maisie just nods.
“You did. That was…amazing,” she says, grabbing one of Lain’s pillows and shoving it under her head, her eyes getting droopy.
“I don’t think you’re going to want to go to sleep like that,” I say and she groans, like the thought of getting up would be the most taxing thing possible.
“But this bed is so nice,” she says, snuggling in even deeper.
“She likes my bed,” Lain says proudly, and I roll my eyes with him being absolutely no help.
I wave a hand at her.
“If she wants to sleep in slick and cum, that’s her business,” Lain says plainly and Maisie groans.
“Fine,” she grumbles, getting up on wobbly legs.
The bathroom is in the hall, and she looks nervous, wrapping her arms around her breasts. I know it’s because she’s worried that Callum will be here.
There’s a pang of sadness that he’s so against this. I suppose I can’t ask him to open his heart up to another Omega who’s going to leave anyway. It’s for the best.
Lain stays behind, cleaning his sheets as I lead her to the tub.
“Not my hair,” she says quickly as I turn on the shower head, waiting for the water to warm up.
She gingerly steps in, and I can see some of her nervousness coming back to her. That wanton Omega who was pushing against my knot is now back to feeling a little shy.
“You were perfect,” I assure her as I hold the device and rinse off her body.
“Yeah?” she phrases it more like a question and I give her a sharp nod.
She glances at my naked body, and I give her a smirk. “Aye. Perfect. How are you feeling?” I ask her as I lather her with soap.
She sighs, watching me as I clean her. “Better than I have in a really long time. I can finish cleaning up.”
“No. You’ll let me take care of you. I like it.”
Maisie bites her lip and gives me a tight nod.
Once she’s cleaned off, I get her in a towel and set her on the toilet as I clean myself off. Maisie watches me clean, and Lain follows in not long after, doing the same.
Maisie’s cheeks are a little flushed.
“Thirsty? Hungry? Tired?” I check in.
“Tired. We should probably head back to the B&B,” she says.
My eyebrows furrow and I shake my head. “Not unless you’re going to fit me and Lain in that double bed of yours. I’m not leaving you to sleep alone after what we just did.”
She blinks at me and swallows.
“Do you have something I can wear then?”
I grin, and not wanting to leave her alone, I go into Lain’s drawer and hand her a T-shirt to wear for the night.
When Lain walks into the room, you would think he just found a Christmas tree littered with presents the way he smiles seeing her in his clothes.
“I think you should wear this all the time,” he says, tugging on his shirt and Maisie laughs.
“What will your clients think?”
“You’re right. Think about the tips if we’re both showing some leg.”
Maisie shoves his chest playfully and we all climb into the bed, Maisie in the center, but a lot of her sleepiness seems gone as she lies there.
Lain has already wrapped himself around her, like he’ll never let her go, and she’s facing me.
“What’s wrong?”
She scrunches her nose.
“I’ve, um…never shared a bed like this before.”
She breaks my fucking heart every time she says some shit like that. I pet down her curls and she leans into the touch.
“If you don’t want him all over you like that I can push him off,” I say.
“No. I like it. It’s just new. Ya know?”
I lean forward, pressing a kiss on her forehead, and it almost feels like she melts against me.
“You run the show here, Mais. If you really want me to take you back to your room, I’ll get dressed right now.”
“No. I like it. It just might take me a while to fall asleep.”
“Take your time,” I tell her and she seems to relax a bit.
Before I know it, her and Lain are asleep and all I’m left with is the ache in my chest that this isn’t forever and that this Omega has imprinted ridiculously high standards that I don’t think will ever be met again.
She’s ruined us, and I welcomed it with open arms. There’s no going back now.