Chapter Six
Fallon
I feel someone flick a finger across my clit, making me scream out my orgasm around Romano, causing him to curse.
Warm salty cum hits my tongue as I drink him down.
He pulls out of my mouth, collapsing back and breathing hard.
Mumbling about mouths and dicks. I want to laugh but Kingston gets my attention.
He pulls me up as his thrust turns brutal.
I cry out as we come together. I can feel his warm cum painting my insides as he works his knot in his fist. He didn’t knot me and my omega didn’t like that. I whine as he pulls out of me.
He shushes me brushing my hair away from my face. “I would love to knot your perfect pussy Little one, but you have two other alphas to take care of.”
Oh well, that’s fine, then. I beam a smile at him.
He chuckles as he moves out of the way. Jace is suddenly there, pulling me on top of him.
My thighs can barely straddle him. I roll my hips moving my sensitive clit along his length.
My slick and Kingston’s cum coat him. He lifts me pushing his way into me.
The stretch is incredible and instantly pushes me over into a mini orgasm.
He pulls me down, kissing me thoroughly, not caring that I just had Romano’s cum in my mouth.
He moves my hips, helping me ride him. The sensation is overwhelming.
A warm body is suddenly pressed against my back. Voss places soft kisses down my neck.
“Tell me, Princess, has anyone had you here?” I feel his fingers sliding between my ass, pressing against the ring of muscles there.
I pull away from Jace’s kiss to turn my head towards him. “Yes.”
He kisses me lightly. “And did you enjoy it?” I nod, and he pushes me forward until I’m practically sprawled across Jace’s chest. I can feel him gathering my slick up to coat his cock and me.
Omega’s bodies are made to stretch to take alpha knots, so he doesn’t have to use lube, but the thought is sweet.
I cry out stiffening as I feel the head pressing past the ring of muscles. “Shh, relax, Princess.” He starts purring, making my body relax as he bottoms out. We all stay that way for a moment, and then our bodies slowly move. “Ready?” he asks. I moan, trying to nod.
They start to move, taking a moment to get a rhythm that works. White hot sensations fuel me as I try to move my hips into their thrusts.
“Alpha! More.” I beg. Jace palms my hips in his large warm hands, holding me still while they fuck me roughly.
“Cum one more time for us.” Jace grunts. I can feel his thrusts faltering.
“I can’t.” I cry.
Voss moves his fingers between us. “Yes, you can, beautiful. Give it to us.” He pinches my clit, making me scream as the waves of my orgasm roll through me. I hear them both shout as they both push their knots inside of me, locking us together. I can feel the warm sensation of their cum filling me.
My body goes limp. All I can hear is the harsh panting of us trying to catch our breaths. They move us until we lie on our sides, still locked together. A soft blanket flutters over us. Romano and Kingston settled on either side of us.
The moment the euphoria fades, I start to panic. “Fuck. Uh, guys?” I’m half panicking, but I can’t get away.
“What’s wrong? Did we hurt you?” Romano sits up, looking down at me.
I shake my head no. “It’s not that.” my voice sounded small.
“What is it, Kitten?” Jace asks softly.
My heart starts racing. “I swear I didn’t do it on purpose. But uh... I’m not on birth control.” I didn’t realize how tense they were until they relaxed.
“I, for one, can’t wait until you are round with our child.” Romano grins before laying back down.
“Don’t worry, Little one. We can handle whatever happens. As long as we have each other, nothing can stop us.”
Four different purrs rumble to life. I can’t remember why that should confuse me as I close my eyes. I fall asleep locked between my new husbands.
Jace
February 17th
10:04 A.M
I wake up with a warm weight on my chest. Blinking my eyes open, looking down at my chest. It takes a second to register, my mind foggy with sleep, but then I feel it—the petite weight sprawled over my chest, her body half-draped over mine, her warmth sinking into my skin. The bed on either side of me is empty.
I blink, my vision adjusting to the dim light filtering through the room, and when I look down, my breath catches.
She’s perfect like this, barely awake, lost somewhere between dreams and reality. Her face is soft in sleep, her lips slightly parted, dark lashes fanning against flushed cheeks.
I study her, my chest tightening with something slow, dangerous, and consuming.
The past few days have been filled with soft touches and stolen moments trying to get to know each other around moving her stuff in.
Her friends and mom came to help and, in my opinion, see where Fallon would be living.
The house has suddenly been filled with laughter. It makes my cold heart warm.
I reach out without thinking, fingers brushing against the strands of deep blue hair spilling over her face. It’s softer than I expected, like silk against my fingertips, and I get the sudden, wild urge to feel it against my skin.
Wrapped around my fist. Splayed across my stomach. Tangled in my sheets.
I swallow hard, my body already reacting, my cock aching, straining beneath the heat of her. It’s a miracle I haven’t passed out yet from all my blood rushing south.
She shifts slightly, making a tiny, contented noise, and I go completely still, barely breathing. Then, slowly, her lashes flutter, her body stretching just slightly before those bright blue eyes blink up at me, still hazy with sleep.
“Morning, Kitten.” My voice comes out rough and lower than I mean for it to.
She makes a soft, pleased sound in the back of her throat, arching like a cat waking from a nap, arms stretching overhead before she relaxes completely, sighing as she melts against me again.
“Morning, Jace,” she murmurs, voice still thick with sleep, her breath warm against my skin.
She sighs, snuggling close to me and rubbing her face on my chest. A purr rumbles out of my chest. It’s deep and kind of sounds like a lawnmower.
I don’t remember a time before her I ever purred for someone. I love that she is scent-marking me.
The moment is perfect—warm, soft, borderline dangerous in how easily I could get used to waking up like this.
I trail my fingertips down her spine as she gently rubs herself on me.
She makes another tiny contented moan as I press inside her slick pussy, slow and gentle.
My thrusts are lazy and unhurried. Gods, she feels good.
“Does that feel good omega?” She moans, nodding her head, her cheek still pressed against my neck.
I feel her small tongue lick my throat as I drag my length out of her, feeling her muscles tighten.
I can already feel my balls tightening. “Rub your clit, Kitten. Get yourself there.” Her little hand slips between us, and it's like an explosion.
I speed up, grunting, filling her with my cum at the same time.
She gasps my name with her orgasm, her walls squeezing the life out of me.
She starts giggling, making me smile as she whispers, “Well, what a way to wake up.” I could stay like this forever, holding her in my arms, cum leaking out of her. And then, of course, it’s shattered by the obnoxiously loud ringing of a phone.
Both of our heads snapped toward the doorway, my muscles tensing automatically, only to see Kingston standing there, smiling at us and holding Fallon’s phone in his hand. I wonder how long he’d been standing there.
“Little one, your phone has been ringing non-stop for twenty minutes.” His green eyes flick to me, clearly amused. “I hope you don’t mind, I answered it.”
Fallon lets out a sleepy little sigh, stretching lazily before pulling herself up and letting me slip out of her. We both groan at the sensation. She slides off my chest, completely unbothered by the fact that she’s still very, very naked with cum dripping down her legs.
I watch, reluctantly letting her go, as she pads over to Kingston, not even thinking about grabbing a robe or covering up. Kingston, to his credit, doesn’t look away or shift uncomfortably—he smirks, waiting. Fallon grabs the phone from his hand but tilts her chin up expectantly.
Kingston chuckles, indulging her with a slow brush of his lips against hers before stepping back like he hasn’t just made my situation worse. I’m trying to will my still-hard cock to go down.
She lifts the phone to her ear, sighing like she already knows this is going to be a problem. “Fallon.”
There’s a beat of silence as she listens, then she chuckles, shaking her head. I can feel the tension in my shoulders ease slightly—whoever it is, it’s nothing serious.
“Yes, Miss Clery is a handful,” she says, rubbing a hand over her face. “Do you need me to come down?”
Another pause, then a sharp exhale through her nose like she’s holding back anger.
“She made Robert cry?”
I exchange a glance with Kingston. Robert?Fallon sighs, already resigned to her fate. “Yes, I’ll come down. Give me a moment to find some pants.” On the other end, we hear loud, wheezing laughter.
Fallon’s cheeks flush pink, her fingers clenching around the phone as she glares at it like she can will the embarrassment away. “I just got married!” she snaps, still blushing. “Of course, I don’t have pants!” I bite the inside of my cheek, trying—and failing—to smother a grin.
“Yes, I’ll be there in twenty. Just tell her the owner is on the way and will handle whatever she needs personally.” She rolls her eyes, already annoyed. “Give her a glass of champagne. And make sure you sit her down somewhere first, or she’ll ‘accidentally’ spill it on a dress.”
Kingston shakes his head, amused, while I file that little piece of information for later.