Chapter 24
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Fallon
Knox has her pinned against the stainless steel sink, his body a hard line pressed against her soft curves.
He’s kissing her like he’s starving, one hand fisted in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her throat. She’s melting into him, her hands clutching his biceps.
I watch for a heartbeat, taking in the sight. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen—Knox, usually so composed, completely undone by her.
But I want in. I’m done watching.
I move behind her, stepping into her space until my chest brushes against her back. She gasps into Knox’s mouth, her spine stiffening against me. I reach around, sliding my hands over her hips, feeling the dip of her waist.
“Relax, Sunshine,” I murmur against her ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin just below it. “We’ve got you.”
She whimpers, the sound vibrating against my chest. It’s a needy, desperate noise that goes straight to my cock.
Knox pulls back from her mouth, his chest heaving, but he doesn’t step away. He looks at me over her shoulder, his eyes dark and wild.
“Fallon,” he growls. It’s a warning, but it sounds more like an invitation.
“I know,” I say. “I want this too.”
I kiss her neck, trailing my lips down the tendon to her collarbone. She tastes like vanilla and salt. Her skin is on fire, burning hot against my mouth.
“We need to see,” I say, my voice rough.
I pull back slightly, turning her around so she faces us both. She leans back against the sink, her chest rising and falling, her eyes wide and glazed.
“Show us, Amber. Show us how you get off.”
Her blush deepens, spreading down her neck. “Here?”
“Here.” Knox braces a hand on the counter beside her head, caging her in. “Touch yourself. Let us see what you like.”
She hesitates, her teeth catching her bottom lip. Then, slowly, her hand moves. She slides it down the front of her green dress, cupping herself between her legs. Her eyes flutter shut.
“Look at us,” I command. “Keep your eyes open.”
She forces her lids up, her gaze locking onto mine. She presses her palm against her clit through the fabric of her dress and tights, rubbing in slow circles.
“Fuck,” Knox breathes. “That is good.”
I can’t stand it anymore. I reach for her, spinning her back around to face the sink. I grab the hem of her dress, yanking it up to her waist.
“Hold onto the counter,” I tell her.
She grips the edge of the steel, her knuckles white. I hook my fingers into the waistband of her tights. I peel them down, taking her panties with them, dragging them over her hips and thighs until they pool at her ankles.
She’s exposed and wet. I can smell her—that rich, sweet scent of arousal that makes my head spin.
“You’re soaked,” I say, dropping to my knees behind her.
I spread her legs with my hands, opening her up. She whimpers, trying to close them, but I hold her steady.
“No,” I say. “Stay open.”
I lean in and lick a stripe up her center, from her entrance to her clit.
She cries out, her back bowing. “Oh, please!”
I do it again, harder this time, flattening my tongue to taste her properly. She’s incredible. Sweet and musky, and she shivers every time I drag over her sensitive bundle of nerves.
Eli moves in front of her, crowding her against the sink. He cups her face in his hands, forcing her to look at him.
“You’re doing so good, Amber,” he murmurs, his thumbs stroking her cheekbones. “Let Fallon make you feel good. Let us take care of you.”
I spit on my fingers, getting them wet, and press two inside her.
She gasps, her head falling forward onto Eli’s shoulder. I crook my fingers, searching for that spot inside, the one that makes her legs shake. When I find it, she screams, her inner muscles clamping down on me hard.
“Right there?” I ask, fucking her with my hand.
“Yes! Don’t stop!”
“I won’t.”
I curl my fingers again, rubbing that spot while I latch my mouth onto her clit. I suck hard, flicking my tongue over the tip while I pump my fingers in and out.
She falls apart. Her whole body locks up, then shatters. She comes with a sob, her juices flooding my hand, coating my chin. She’s crying out my name, begging for more, saying it feels so good she can’t stand it.
I lap her up, cleaning every drop, not wanting to waste a single bit of her taste. Her legs are trembling so hard she can barely stand.
I pull my fingers out and stand up, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. She sags against Eli, completely boneless.
“Got her?” I ask.
“Got her,” Eli says. He scoops her up, one arm behind her knees, the other around her back.
Knox opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. “Let’s move to the sofa. She needs to be comfortable.”
We carry her to the living area. The lights are low, the jazz music still playing softly.
Eli lays her down on the leather cushions, stripping her out of her boots and the tights tangled around her ankles. Knox pulls her dress over her head, leaving her in just her bra.
She looks like a goddess. Pale skin flushed with sex, hair spread out on my pillows, eyes heavy with pleasure.
I strip off my shirt and kick my boots off. Knox and Eli do the same. The air feels charged and electric.
“I need...” She reaches out a hand toward me.
I go to her, kneeling on the edge of the sofa between her legs. “What do you need, Sunshine?”
“You. Inside me.”
I groan, the approval tearing out of my chest. I shed my jeans and boxers, my cock springing free, heavy and leaking precome. I crawl up her body, kissing her stomach, her ribs, the swell of her breasts above her bra.
Eli is on her other side, kissing her mouth, whispering to her how beautiful she is. Knox stands by the arm of the sofa, watching, his hand stroking his own length slowly.
“Look at him,” I tell her, lining myself up. “Look at Knox.”
She turns her head, her eyes locking onto Knox. He’s staring at where we join, at my cock resting against her entrance.
“Are you ready for us?” Knox asks.
“Yes,” she breathes.
I push inside.
The heat is incredible. She’s tight, gripping me like a vise, but she’s so wet I slide in deep. I bury myself to the hilt, my hips flush with hers.
She moans, her head falling back onto Eli’s shoulder. “Fallon.”
“Take it,” I grit out. I pull back and thrust in, setting a hard, deep pace. “Take all of us.”
I’ve almost forgotten how good it feels to fuck an Omega together. The heat, the passion. Every time I thrust, she pushes back to meet me, her nails digging into my shoulders.
Eli is pinching her nipples through her bra, rolling the peaks between his fingers. Knox is watching her face, studying every expression like it’s a recipe he needs to memorize.
“You look perfect taking him,” Knox says. He steps closer, offering his cock to her lips.
She opens up, taking Knox into her mouth. He groans, his head tipping back. The sight of them together—my cock in her pussy, Knox in her mouth, Eli worshiping her skin—is enough to make me lose my mind.
I fuck her harder, gripping her hips to hold her steady. The sound of skin slapping against skin mixes with her muffled whimpers and Knox’s low curses.
It’s a symphony. It’s pack.
I feel her start to tighten up again. Her inner walls flutter around me.
“She’s close,” Eli says, reading her body. He kisses her neck. “Let go, Amber. Come for us.”
I slam into her, grinding my pelvis against her clit.
She screams around Knox’s cock, her back arching off the sofa. Her pussy clamps down on me, rippling in waves that drag my orgasm out of me.
I shout, burying myself deep as I pulse, filling her up, my knot pressing against her entrance.
“You didn’t knot me.” She sounds so whiny.
I press on the bulge, my cock still hard. “I didn’t know that was a choice.”
“Fuck!” Eli smirks. “Do you want a knot deep inside your tight little cunt?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, pulling off Knox. “Please, Eli. Knot me.”
I stoke my cock, watching it twitch.
Eli rolls her onto her side, lifting her leg. He slides in, his face contorted with pleasure.
“I’ve got you,” he says. He thrusts, his rhythm fast and desperate. “I’m going to lock us together. Okay?”
“Yes!”
I watch them. Eli wraps his arm around her waist, holding her tight as his thrusts get shorter, harder.
He buries his face in her neck, biting down on her shoulder as he stills. I see his eyes roll back as he swells, the knot locking them together.
She sighs, a sound of pure contentment, and melts back against his chest.
I sit back on my heels, wiping the sweat from my forehead. My chest is heaving.
I look at Knox. He’s leaning against the sofa, watching them with a look that is half-hunger, half-possessiveness.
“She’s ours,” he says.
“Yeah,” I agree, watching the way she holds Eli’s arm against her chest. “She is definitely ours.”
Her breathing evens out, turning deep and slow. Her face is buried in his neck, her hand curled against his chest. The trust it takes to let an Alpha knot you... it hits me in the gut.
Eli stirs a few minutes later, groaning as his knot deflates. He holds her tight, rolling his hips to ease them apart before sliding free. There’s a wet sound when he pulls out, and a thick rush of their mixed fluids follows.
“Love you,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to her sweaty temple.
He moves aside, collapsing onto the cushions near her feet, looking wrecked.
She’s still wearing that bra. The lace is damp with sweat, clinging to her skin, hiding those gorgeous breasts from me. I can’t stand it anymore.
I crawl up her body, reaching behind her back to find clasp.
“Let’s get this off you,” I say.
My fingers work at the hooks, and I drag the fabric down her arms. She lifts her shoulders to help, letting the bra fall away. Her tits bounce free, and my mouth goes dry.
Her nipples are dark, tight peaks against pale skin. They’re begging for attention.
“Look at these,” I mutter. I dip my head, taking one into my mouth. She arches up, a cry tearing from her throat. I suck hard, flicking my tongue over the peak, tasting sweat and Amber.
“Fallon.”
“You like that?” I ask, releasing her nipple to blow on it. “You like my mouth on you?”
“Yes.”
Knox moves in. He’s been standing there, his hand fisted around his cock, watching everything. Now that she’s bare, he looks ready to combust.
“My turn,” Knox growls. “I need inside her.”
“Take her,” I say, moving aside to give him room.
He doesn’t hesitate. He grabs her hips, pulling her down so her ass is hanging off the edge of the seat. He lines up, not waiting for her to adjust, and thrusts in deep.
She screams, her head falling back. Her legs wrap around his waist, her heels digging into his kidneys.
“Oui,” Knox hisses. His head drops back, the cords in his neck standing out. “She’s tight. She’s so tight.”
“Fuck her, Knox,” I say. “Make her take it.”
He does. He sets a punishing pace, snapping his hips against hers. The sound of their bodies meeting is loud, wet, and obscene.
I watch his cock sink into her, stretching her open, watch her pussy lips cling to him every time he pulls back.
I move up by her head. “Look at me, Sunshine.”
She forces her eyes open. They are glassy, unfocused.
I reach down and find her clit. She’s swollen there, sensitive. I rub it in tight circles, matching Knox’s thrusts.
“Oh, fuck! Fallon!”
“You’re going to come again,” I tell her. “For us. For Knox.”
Knox snarls, his rhythm turning erratic. “I’m close. She feels too good.”
Sweat slicks down Knox’s chest, dripping off his nose. It makes his skin shine in the low light. He looks like a beast claiming his mate.
“Give it to her,” I urge him.
Knox slams in one last time, burying himself to the hilt. He grinds his pelvis against her, shouting as he finds his release. He pulses inside her, filling her up, his knot swelling to lock them together.
“Knox!” Her back bows off the sofa, a silent scream on her lips as she comes. She shakes apart between us, her body rippling with aftershocks.
I keep rubbing her clit, drawing it out, until she whimpers and tries to push my hand away.
Knox collapses over her, bracing his weight on his arms so he doesn’t crush her. He buries his face in her neck, chest heaving like he’s run a marathon.
“Mine,” he whispers, the word muffled against her skin.
We stay like that for a while. The only sounds are heavy breathing and the hum of the refrigerator. The smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air, coating the back of my throat.
Eventually, Knox’s knot goes down. He pulls out carefully, rolling away to sprawl on the floor. He looks completely undone, his usually perfect hair a mess, his glasses askew.
Amber is a mess. Come leaks out of her, pooling on the leather beneath her thighs. She’s covered in sweat, her limbs sprawled wide.
I sit up, feeling the ache in my own balls. We used her hard.
“Water,” I say.
Knox nods, pushing himself up. He staggers to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle from the fridge. He twists the cap and brings it back.
I help her sit up. She’s shaky, her muscles trembling. I hold the bottle to her lips, tipping it so she can drink.
She gulps it down, water spilling over her chin and running down between her breasts. I watch the droplets track over her skin, catching on her dark nipples.
“Good girl,” I murmur, wiping her chin with my thumb.
She looks at me, her eyes heavy and sated. A small, tired smile touches her lips.
“Hi,” she whispers.
“Hi, Sunshine,” I say.
Knox drops down on the floor next to the sofa, resting his head on her knee. Eli is already asleep, his soft snores filling the room.
I lean forward, pressing a kiss to her forehead, then her mouth. She tastes like water and salt.
“We got you,” I tell her. “We aren’t letting go.”
She closes her eyes, leaning her forehead against mine.
“Okay,” she breathes. “Okay.”