Chapter 24
Chapter
Twenty-Four
ROAN
She tasted like honey and heat.
The kisses we’d shared so far had all been in the fiery heat of the moment, all possession and control to bring her back to us when the heat eroded every inch of her control. The orgasms had been intense and ferocious.
Feeling her pretty little mouth on my cock was a memory I would keep close.
More, I wanted a repeat. I wanted to bury my face between her thighs, lick her cunt up like my favorite ice cream until she bathed me in her slick and her cries.
Then I would sink into her and fuck her into the mattress until she took my knot and my claim.
All of these thoughts, this hunger, this primal instinctive need to grab and hold onto her was a firestorm in my blood.
Even as the scent of her heat perfumed the air with the intrinsically feminine sweetness of her scent, the musk a heady taste on my tongue, I recognized just how easy it would be to slip the leash.
But not this time. No, this time it was all about getting her through the experience. Helping her and easing her aches—if that took our cocks, then so be it. Jay couldn’t knot her, but he could give her orgasms and a solid place to stand. Too many overlooked what a beta brought to the relationship.
They didn’t knot and they didn’t go into heat. They were less a victim to their own instincts and more a tempering of our own. A good beta was worth a dozen mediocre alphas and then some. Jay was more than “just a beta.” He was our friend and he cared about Wren every bit as much as we did.
I hadn’t missed the fact that Rhett was getting his cock warmed in Wren’s cunt or how she leaned back into him.
The tiny little flexations of her muscles rippled along her thighs and her abdomen.
She was soft and curvy in unexpected ways.
I’d always appreciated her form, but she often wore these narrow cut dresses, pantsuits, and jackets.
They emphasized her height, her leanness and drew the eye away from the softness of her breasts, the way her hips flared, and the gentle little pillow on her abdomen.
My cock was so hard it hurt, and still I drank in the sight of her.
Jay was running a hand up and down her leg, a soothing petting motion.
“Rhett,” I said, almost growling. Just because I could control myself didn’t make me any less feral where she was concerned or diminish how much the need to have her gripped me.
The other alpha met my stare and when I gave him a single nod, I could practically taste his relief. He moved, rising with Wren still mounted on his cock and put her on her hands and knees.
“Kiss Jay,” Rhett ordered as he closed his hands on her hips.
There was no gentleness in him as he began to piston into her.
Her earthy cries were music to my darker side.
I wanted to hear every sound she could make.
Jay twisted to kiss her and he swallowed each moan and groan that Rhett drove into her.
The slap of skin where his hips met her ass added to the rhythmic beat. The scent of her soaked into everything, the bed, the walls, the carpet—my soul. Rhett answered her rising siren call with wild dominance—raw, instinctual, hungry.
Jay’s fingers slid under her as he deepened the kiss. The wet licks of their tongues added a separate music to the pound of Rhett’s hips. I could almost feel it when Jay found her clit, desperately aware of every tiny bit of her.
Her scream bounced off the walls. Not even Jay’s fiery kiss could muffle the sound of her pleasure. With one deep inhale, I drank in her scent. I wanted to roll in it, cover myself in her musk until she was so deeply embedded no one could question who any of us belonged to.
Later, I promised myself. That was for later. Her orgasm continued and finally Rhett let himself go, hips stuttering as he dug his fingers into her hips. He would leave marks on her. But we all had already. Little bruises from kisses, bites, and strokes. I had a few of my own.
And I wanted more.
She could mark me up, use me, and I’d walk around shirtless to show it off if she’d allow it. As much as I wanted the world to know I was hers and she was mine, it really only mattered if we could claim each other.
Spent, she and Rhett both collapsed. The swift rise and fall of their chests betrayed the reaction as did the combination of their release. Jay stroked her hair and glanced at me.
“Orgasms aren’t going to do it much longer.”
No. Her need wasn’t subtle—it was a living force, thick in the air, pulsing with heat. It expanded like a storm surge, flooding the room with the heady, unmistakable scent of her arousal. It clung to the walls, sank into skin, made it impossible to breathe without tasting her hunger.
I hadn’t kissed her yet—not properly—not the way I wanted, but we weren’t going to have that time yet.
When I closed on the bed, Rhett eased away.
His cock glistened with her release, but he was already hard again.
Both of us were, she called to every part of myself from my alpha nature to the man I wanted to be for her.
She drove us all to the edge, and even sinking into her wasn’t enough, not anymore. “Wren,” I said, releasing my grip on my own power, my own dominance and letting it uncoil to meet hers.
With eyes that shimmered with light, she gazed up at me. “Roan… please.”
“You never have to beg,” I promised her, no matter how decadent the sound of it was. “Never.” I stroked her hair, it was damp with sweat. Her whole body gleamed with it. It had already been hours since we got here and we had hours yet to go.
“Then what—” She croaked, her mouth dry and her throat rough. Jay tipped a water bottle to her lips and she drank thirstily before whispering, “Thank you.”
He just winked at her.
“We need to knot you,” I told her. There was no escaping it, not anymore. Whatever had been done to her body chemistry just rutting wasn’t going to satisfy her. “Both of us.”
The combination of her sharp gasp, dilated eyes, and bitable swollen lips were a drug for my system. A drug I was already addicted to and had no intentions of ever recovering.
“At the same time?” Her scent grew once more, a cloud of need and invitation. But she wasn’t asking, she was reveling. “Oh, please.” Half writhing, she rose to her knees and reached for me. I made no attempt to push her away.
The slide of her skin against mine was both a torment and a gift.
“I want you so badly,” she confessed. “It’s killing me.”
“Kiss me,” I told her, no command or request. Just the simplicity of the words and she wrapped her arms around my neck as her mouth found mine. A teasing brush of her lips against the corner of my mouth, then a sharp sting of her teeth as she bit me.
I almost laughed at the invitation and repudiation in the same moment. My Wren was still inside the desperate omega who needed her body filled. She chided me for my commands even as she gave me everything I could ask for and more.
When I teased the seam of her lips with my tongue, she opened for me. I alternated between sucking her tongue and stroking it. Her breasts rubbed against my chest, and the burn of contact spread with every caress. When I slid my hands to her ass and lifted her, she wrapped her legs around me,
The wet heat of her cunt enveloped my dick. With no encouragement she began to writhe against me, bathing me in her slick and Rhett’s release.
“So fucking filthy,” I exhaled the words against her lips as I slid two fingers into her. The spasm of her muscles and ease of the glide told me she was more than ready, she was eager. I teased her clit and she arched, biting my lip again until it stung.
“Fix it,” I ordered, the growl in my voice more a purr than a warning. With sexy kittenish little licks that would drive a man to pure madness, she eased the sting. When I held up two fingers coated in our release, she sucked them into her mouth without hesitation.
The pupils of her eyes had expanded until the black covered her irises fully.
There was no color, no glitter of gold, no honey or whiskey.
When she fisted my cock, I gave into her demand.
She positioned me and I thrust home. Her head arched back, a cry escaping her as I pounded into her from this angle.
“You feel so fucking good,” I told her, nipping her throat, laving little kisses to each tiny mark I left. Soon, I was going to bite down and so would Rhett. We would bite her, mark her, and knot her.
My cock swelled further, but I fought the urge to knot. It wasn’t always possible, but I’d mastered it a long time ago. When I knotted a woman, whether she was alpha, beta, or omega—she would be the one for me.
This was Wren. She was the one I’d been waiting for.
Taking her down to the bed, her legs stretching up until I had her calves against my shoulders, giving me the perfect angle to fill her over and over. I rocked my hips. She fisted my hair and kissed me. Or maybe I kissed her.
On some level, I was aware of Jay and Rhett moving, getting ready. This moment was to take the edge off, and I needed it. Needed her.
So did Wren.
“I want you so much,” Wren confessed in a half-sob. “Fuck me, Roan. Please…”
Another kiss to steal her breath and quiet that pleading. Over and over, I drove into that silken sheath, reveling in how her body rippled for me. When she clamped down in a fierce orgasm, I held off, then drove into her again as she began to float down.
My cock hurt from needing her, but I wanted her ready. All too soon, her heat rocketed up and she thrashed from my thrusts. They would hurt as much as they felt good. Snapping my head up, I looked at Rhett. His eyes were as feral and hot as my own.
“She’s ready.”
“Thank fuck,” Rhett said, his eyes as dark as hers. He was already reaching for her and I snarled. It came out before I could lock it down and Rhett went still, and watchful, even as Wren let out a little whimper.