49. Jeremy
Chapter forty-nine
Jeremy
Hard stuff? My palms suddenly feel itchy.
Willow sips from her water glass, washing away the quivery emotion she was fighting a minute ago. “I think all of you have some idea of my past, but what you might not know is that I . . . had a pack once . . . a bond as well.”
Joel tightens his grip on his cutlery, anticipating what comes next.
“They abandoned me and left me homeless and penniless. It took me years to drag myself out of the gutter.” Willow toys with the edge of her plate, not looking up.
Alessandro swears in Italian, and I feel the same. My chest tightens, thinking of anyone treating Willow cruelly.
The omega nods, glancing up. “Scumbags, yes. Speaking honestly, which you’ve all said is okay, I feel safer with you three, but I'll still find it hard to trust alphas again. So, um,” she lowers her gaze and her voice drops, as if she’s embarrassed.
“I’m going to have to ask for a pre-nuptial agreement. ”
A cold tingle meanders through me, not because there’s anything wrong with an agreement, but because she needs one to feel safe, and because she’s so nervous about raising the topic.
She carries on bravely. “The thing is, I counsel all my followers to not leave themselves completely vulnerable, so I can’t be doing the opposite.
And, I want all of us to feel at ease. You might have assets to protect, and if things ever end between us .
. . well, no one should be at a disadvantage. ”
Willow chews on her lip, and Mr Shares, who settled on the floor beside her chair, looks up and wags his tail.
“Done.” Joel leans back in his chair and folds his arms over his chest. He scowls, but I know it’s for her awful history, not the request.
“Fine by me,” I add.
Not like I have anything of my own to protect, but I’d never want Willow to worry about someone taking off with her money.
“Sì, me also.” Alessandro tips his head. “I also am homeless. It is not a good feeling.”
Willow links her fingers through his. “You’re not homeless. This is your home.”
Alessandro beams. “Thank you, amore mio.”
“What else?” Joel asks when they finish making eyes at each other.
“Since we’re figuring out details . . .” Her cheeks tint a pretty pink and she sucks her lip between her teeth. She sneaks a glance at me, eyes bright under her lashes. “I was wondering what you three plan to do about sharing me. What you’re all comfortable with?”
I grin. “Joel and I are comfortable in the same bed.” I flip my brother an amused look. “Nothing we haven’t seen since before birth.”
He rolls his eyes.
Willow’s scent flares, her floral tones heightening with an interest that makes my dick harden. She’s picturing what it would be like to be shared.
“Then the question is me,” Alessandro muses. “I have never shared before, so I do not know. But I think there is a way to find out.”
“Oh?” Willow asks innocently.
I press my fist to my lips to hold back a laugh. She’s walked right into this.
“Sì.” Alessandro pushes back his chair, wiping his mouth with the napkin. He circles her chair and pulls it out to reach her. “We try, and whoever is uncomfortable walks away.”
He hunkers down on his heels, removes her slippers, and kisses her feet.
“What? Now?” Willow gasps. “But we’re eating.”
“Yes, we are,” Alessandro purrs, nibbling on her foot. “I do not believe Jeremy made dessert.”
Willow laughs.
The sight of the olive-skinned alpha down on the floor kissing my omega’s feet does things to my core. Her lovely leg stretches out, tightening the calf, and her happiness only makes her scent stronger.
Beside me, Joel vibrates with a silent growl. His gaze fixes on the omega, not the alpha at her feet. Now I’m picturing her crushed between our bare bodies, the distance between us shrunk to zero. My balls throb.
“I think it’s a great plan,” I murmur, my throat tightening.
“The cook has no complaints,” Alessandro purrs, skimming his hands up her calves. “Does the dessert say yes or no?”
He looks up at her with such affection in his gaze that my own heart flutters. Not for him, exactly, but with excitement for what we’re building here. Sometimes I doubt whether I can really be part of Willow’s life, but Alessandro seems fearless in his pursuit.
Willow grabs his hands, holding him in place. She casts a helpless look at my twin, and her voice comes out thin as she asks, “Joel?”
His dark gaze flicks down to Alessandro and up again. “I’m interested to see how this develops.”
Alessandro purrs deep in his chest. “See, cara mia? All your alphas are sensible.”
“Thirsty,” she corrects. “I’m not convinced a single one of you is sensible."
He chuckles and drops his face into her lap. “Just like their precious omega. You can’t pretend you’re not interested, not when you’re already wet down here.”
“Alessandro!” Willow complains, covering her face. But I can’t detect any rejection in her scent.
“Sì, my precious Willow?” he asks, kissing his way along her leg, his dark curls brushing her skirt hem up. “I’m listening. Don’t we need to test this?”
Beside me, Joel grabs at the table, his knuckles turning white. Oh, this’ll be good.
Alessandro gently spreads her thighs and the perfume tucked inside escapes. Fuck, I go so hard it’s like sitting on a rock. And judging by the tick in his jaw, Joel’s the same.
“So sweet,” Alessandro, croons, his head disappearing under her skirt.
Willow gasps, grabbing at his shoulder. She rises a little off her chair, mouth opening in a beautiful O and the soft slurping sounds beneath her skirt tell us all exactly how wet she is.
I groan, remembering the taste from her heat.
Joel’s fierce grip drags on the tablecloth, making the dishes clink.
Willow automatically reaches to steady the plates, but Joel beats her to it. Jumping to his feet he drags the entire cloth, dishes and all, along the table to clear the space. I grin as I help him tug everything to the other end of the table, righting the tilting gravy boat before it can spill.
“Alessandro, would you mind terribly if I cut in?” Joel asks.
He mumbles into her body, forming a thumbs up with one hand.
Joel picks Willow up from her seat, breaking Alessandro’s hold. The omega moans as he drops her on the edge of the table.
“Willow,” he croons, tone sweeter than I’ve ever heard from him. “I can watch another man pleasure you, but not without joining in. May I?”
Willow wraps her arms around his neck. It’s only because I’m leaning over the table fixing plates that I see him grasp the back of Alessandro’s shirt and guide his head back between the omega’s knees.
My lungs constrict in shock, and my dick jumps. If it weren’t for the ache in my groin, I’d suspect I already died and went to Heaven.
Joel kisses Willow until she’s breathless and limp and when her head falls back, he grins at me over her throat. “Look, little omega. My baby brother’s touching himself because you look so hot with your men.”
It’s only eighteen minutes but fuck if he isn’t right and I’ve got my hand down my pants.
“Unbelievably hot,” I rasp out, clasping my aching dick.
Joel smirks and licks her throat. “What do you want, princess? Whose cock do you want first?”
Her eyes widen. “Yours. His. Shit, I don’t know.”
He eyes me with a silent question. I nod and Joel chuckles. “How about we make it easy for you, then?”
Alessandro’s hands grip her knees tighter and she gasps, chest pulsing with shattered breaths. He’s working her so good she can hardly speak. “H-how?”
Joel leans by her ear and whispers, “Two for the price of one.”
She shivers.
Blood throbs through me, my dick straining inside its skin. I strip my clothes as quick as I can around my injury. Not sure how a family meeting turned into a foursome, but I am so here for this.
I climb up on the table behind her, my cock a big, upright flag waving for my omega.
“Up you go,” Joel says, spinning her until she’s spread over me.
Alessandro appears beside her shoulder, wiping his gleaming lips, eyes dilated with pleasure. His own trousers tent over a hard on. I never knew it could be so sexy seeing another man erect for my woman.
Our woman, I correct myself.
“Your leg,” Willow protests as she kneels over me.
“I’m more worried about my third leg breaking from being so hard,” I joke.
She slaps my shoulder, blushing prettily. Joel steadies her waist and then strips her damp underwear from beneath the dress. Willow’s lips part with a soft gasp.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, and a purr rattles through my chest.
She likes that, her scent blooming and her eyes softening with desire. I reach up and pull her down onto my chest, covering her mouth with mine. She’s all soft and pliant, warmed up by Alessandro and panting for us. Reminds me of how great it felt to be part of a football team back in high school.
Willow rocks into me with a broken gasp.
Joel holds her ass cheeks, skirt pushed up to her waist, and his delighted moans as he tastes her warm my ears.
He’s still lapping at her as I guide her down onto my throbbing cock.
Not like the proximity can bother twins.
We’ve had literal dick wars, pissing contests, and shared locker rooms all our lives.
His cock is an extension of mine, and here, with his mouth and my dick fighting for the same space, it’s like I feel his pleasure as an echo behind what’s exploding in my heart.
The famous twin sixth-sense, Viagra version.
Willow’s pussy slips onto my cock, soaked with slick. She heaves for every breath, hands splayed on my chest as I slide up into her.
Alessandro hesitates, watching us. He started this whole sharing business, so I don’t want him on the sidelines. I reach one hand toward him in invitation. “Come on. Kiss our girl.”
His shoulders relax and he steps closer.
“La mia famiglia,” he whispers, taking Willow’s face in his hands. His family.
But I’m included in that phrase, and my body throbs with the knowledge. I lift my hips experimentally. Pain courses through me and I grit my teeth in frustration. At least Willow should be comfortable, on top of my body.
Joel rests his hand on my leg, holding me down with a silent command.
“Lean forward, Willow,” he murmurs, pushing her lower onto my chest. I can picture how she looks from his angle, skirt up around her hips, bare ass poised in the air, my cock disappearing inside her.
Joel groans, confirming the beauty of it.
“Fuck,” he growls out, lightly spanking her skin.
Willow mewls, rocking forward, catching herself on Alessandro.
“Do you like that?” he asks softly, rubbing the spot.
“Yes,” she breathes out.
Joel climbs up on the table between my legs. “Ready to see how twins do it, Princess?” he asks.
“Shit,” she gasps, eyes widening. “For real? Fuck yes.”
I chuckle, and Alessandro’s body vibrates against my arm with the same reaction.
“Look at you dripping for us,” Joel growls, rocking her forward.
He hasn’t taken control like this in so many years, it stirs my heart to hear his alpha spirit rising once more.
I grasp Willow’s ass to steady her, and my brother rests his hand on top of mine, joining us. He’s naked, cock poised beside mine.
“Say please,” Joel orders, holding her hip steady.
Willow goes rigid and I wonder if we’re pushing her too hard or too fast. It’s Alessandro who plays his finger over her lips and says, “Say pretty please, thirsty girl. If you want it, your alphas are ready to ravish you.”
She groans, lashes flattering. “P-Please.”
Joel grunts softly in appreciation and thrusts, his dick sliding right along mine. My eyes just about roll back with the added sensation. Willow shivers as he bunts his tip up into her swelling pussy with short thrusts that rock the three of us in unison.
Alessandro watches with narrowed eyes as Willow spasms, moans, and then whimpers.
“Good girl, cara mia. But it’s not enough, is it?” A pleading tone enters his voice. “One more, sì? You want one more.” He unzips his pants and shoves them down his thighs, baring a super curved cock.
I’m talking diamond-standard banana shape that reaches for the sky.
He kneels up on the table beside me and aims the length toward our gasping omega.
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about seeing another man naked, but honestly I barely even register because I’m so locked into how our omega’s reacting.
I already know she’s one responsive woman, but with us two brothers trying to get into her pussy and Alessandro offering his dick to her trembling lips, she comes apart.
Her chamber clenches around my cock, making me cry out.
Joel growls and thrusts harder, working himself in beside me, and Alessandro touches his tip to her mouth.
Jasmine perfume explodes in a cloud. Willow shivers violently and her stomach jumps.
A second later her wet release trickles across my balls.
Fuck me.
Injury be damned, I pull more of her into my arms and thrust up from the table, driving her into Alessandro’s offering. And for the first time, the four of us are completely joined.
My word, it’s a thing of beauty. Our bodies mesh together. We grip whatever we can reach to keep our position as sweat dews our skin, our omega writhing between us. And through her cries of pleasure, I catch Joel’s faint, desperate hiss.
“Jeremy!”
Over her shoulder, his face is a tapestry of torment, mouth wide, breaths harsh. And then I see it, the way his lip curls back and his teeth protrude. His eyes beg for help to stop what his alpha nature demands.
I lash out, instinct driving me. Just in time, my hand clamps over his face. His teeth punch into my palm, the pain drilling deep through me. I cry out, arching, and a flood of burning sensation rushes through me. My balls buck, sending an explosion of tingles racing up my spine.
The orgasm pummels through me, blinding and coated in my omega’s scent. My senses reel, stealing my breath. Helping Willow with her heat was mind-blowing.
This? This is another thing entirely.
A zephyr of hot, merciless wind streaks through my soul, wrapping around me. It’s full of Joel: his dry humor, gruffness, the work ethic that drives him, and the nebulous desire to belong.
The thin but present twin sense we’ve always shared roars to life as the pack bond cements between us, directly sharing our emotions like a busy highway. I never needed to guess what my brother was feeling, but now I live it in my own beating heart. The complexity dazzles me.
Joel shakes over Willow’s back, thrusting wildly as he finishes. A moment later, he releases me and sits up, wiping the blood on his lips, pupils blown wide with shock.
My fucking brother just bit me. Quick as a cat, I slap his cheek, leaving a bloody streak on his jaw. But I don’t mean it. He leans over Willow gasping for breath, shaking from the orgasm and something far more primal.
A couple of punctures aren’t a big deal, but the real problem is, my brother’s losing control. The alpha he’s had on lock down is finally coming back to the surface.
I can feel it raging in my own body.