CHAPTER 31 #2
The air changes down here. The scent of her arousal is stronger, more drugging.
I crawl toward her slowly; every inch of me is tuned into her presence.
I’m so turned on it hurts, my hard cock pressing against the front of my jeans and leaking precum.
I can see the outline of her legs in the low light, the way she shifts in her seat, and the tension in her posture.
A sound escapes me before I can stop it—a low, rough groan pulled straight from the center of my being. Not from desire alone, but from the sheer force of wanting to make her feel good, to be close, to give her something she won’t let herself ask for.
I pause just short of touching her, my hands braced on the floor, my breath unsteady. She’s right there. Every instinct in me is reaching for her.
But I wait — because this moment is hers, not mine.
Then she shyly opens her legs in invitation, and it’s the only thing I need.
I slide forward and run my hand up her leg, starting at her ankle.
I pull her leg up into my hand and run my tongue up her leg slowly, tasting the salt of her sweat.
She tastes divine. A guttural sound rips from my lips as I press kisses against her skin and up her leg.
I pull her legs wider and slip my hands up and remove her saturated panties.
I press them against my face, unable to stop myself.
I suck the wet part into my mouth, practically dying from the sweet, musky taste that explodes on my tongue.
I scoot her chair back and slide her down in the seat, leaning forward.
Her slick folds part under my tongue as I lap at her eagerly, the tangy essence of her arousal coating my lips and chin.
Windy's thighs tremble against my shoulders, her skin hot and smooth as I hold her open with my hands, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh just beside her entrance.
I circle her swollen clit with the flat of my tongue, slow and deliberate at first, savoring the way she bucks slightly in her chair, a sharp gasp escaping her above the table.
Amos and Wolf's conversation drones faintly, forks clinking against plates, but it's all background noise to the wet sounds I'm making between her legs.
I suck her clit into my mouth again, harder this time, flicking the tip with quick, insistent strokes while my finger slides inside her, curling upward to stroke that sensitive spot that makes her walls clench around me.
She's so wet, her juices dripping down my hand, pooling on the floor beneath us.
I add a second finger, stretching her gently, pumping in rhythm with my tongue's assault on her clit.
Windy's hand drops under the table, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as her breath comes in ragged bursts.
I can feel her building, her body tensing, her hips grinding against my face in desperate need.
“Oh god,” she whispers, voice muffled but laced with urgency, trying to keep it together for the others.
But I don't let up—I devour her, tongue plunging into her core before returning to suck and swirl around her clit, my fingers thrusting faster, twisting to hit every angle.
Her climax hits like a wave crashing over me.
Windy's pussy spasms around my fingers, her thighs clamping down on my head as she cries out, a low, throaty moan that she barely stifles.
Hot gush after gush of her slick floods my mouth, her cum sweet and musky on my tongue.
I drink her in, lapping greedily through the pulses, prolonging her release until she's shuddering, boneless in her seat.
Only then do I ease back, kissing her inner thighs softly, tasting the remnants of her pleasure as she catches her breath above me.
I linger under the table for a moment longer, my face slick with Windy's release as I press my forehead to her thigh, her scent clinging to my skin like a promise of more.
Her legs still quiver around me, and I press one last open-mouthed kiss to her dripping pussy before trailing my tongue down her inner thigh, cleaning the stray drops that escaped.
Slowly, I back out from under the tablecloth, appearing on my knees beside her chair, my chin glistening, lips swollen from the feast.
Windy looks down at me with hooded eyes, her cheeks flushed, chest rising and falling in heavy pants. She reaches out, cupping my face with trembling fingers, thumb brushing over my lower lip to wipe away a smear of her essence.
“That was ... incredible,” she murmurs, voice husky and low, just for me, though Amos and Wolf have gone suspiciously quiet across the table.
I lean in to capture her mouth in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
Our lips lock. I can’t stop myself even if I tried.
Our tongues slide together in a slow, heated dance, her hands fisting in my shirt as she pulls me closer.
The chair creaks under her as she shifts, one leg hooking around my waist, drawing me between her thighs.
I can feel the heat radiating from her core against my hardening cock, straining against my pants.
Breaking the kiss, I glance over at Amos and Wolf, their eyes fixed on us, forks paused mid-air, faces a mix of surprise and hunger.
Amos clears his throat, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“Well, dinner just got a lot more interesting.” Wolf chuckles, his gaze raking over Windy's disheveled form, her shirt hiked up to under her swollen breasts, panties discarded on the floor.
I don't stop. My hands slide under Windy's shirt, pushing it up to expose her breasts, nipples hard and begging for attention. I pinch one between my fingers, rolling it softly as she arches into my touch, a soft whimper escaping her.
“You taste so fucking good,” I growl against her ear, nipping the lobe before sucking it into my mouth. My other hand dips between her legs again, fingers finding her soaked entrance and sliding in easily, two digits pumping slowly to keep her on that edge.
She moans into my shoulder, biting down to muffle the sound, but it's no use—the table vibrates with her building need.
Amos stands first, rounding the table with purpose, his cock already tenting his jeans.
He kneels beside us, capturing Windy's other nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hand joins mine, a thick finger pressing alongside mine into her pussy.
She cries out, walls fluttering around the intrusion, her hips bucking to take us deeper.
Wolf isn't far behind. He pushes his chair back and moves to her side, tilting her head to claim her lips in a bruising kiss, his free hand palming her breast, kneading the soft flesh.
The air thickens with our combined breaths, the scent of her arousal mixing with the lingering aroma of dinner and our pheromones.
I thrust my fingers faster, curling them to hit that spot inside her, feeling her clench and release in rapid pulses.
Windy's body tenses again, so soon after her first orgasm, her nails digging into my arms as she rides the wave. “Fuck, yes. Don't stop,” she gasps, breaking from Wolf's mouth.
Amos sucks her nipple harder, teeth grazing the peak, and I lean down to latch onto her clit once more, tongue flicking in time with our fingers plunging into her. She shatters a second time, pussy gushing around us, her cries echoing off the dining room walls as cum coats our hands and my tongue.
We ease her through it, slowing our movements until she's limp and panting, a satisfied smile curving her lips. She’s boneless. Satisfied. And I can’t help but puff my chest out with pride for pleasing our little omega.
“Anytime you need one of us, don’t hesitate to get us. No matter where we are,” I say, leaning up and pressing my lips against hers.
Then all three of us pull her to her feet, and I tap her little butt and push her off toward her nest to take the nap she deserves. My cock aches to push inside her tight pussy. I can do nothing except readjust myself as I watch her disappear into her nest, closing the door softly behind her.
I look over at Amos and Wolf. A smile blooms across my wet face. Matching smiles tug at their lips as well.
It’s nothing big, but it’s a start to rebuild what we destroyed.