50. Chapter Fifty
Chapter Fifty
Halley
I launch myself at Blaise and drive him backward into the nest with a laugh, landing astride his hips and catching his wrists above his head before he can do more than bark out my name.
"Sparkles," he says, delighted and already hard beneath me.
"Hold still," I murmur, bending over him to kiss his jaw, his cheek, the shell of his ear. "I’m rewarding good behavior."
He bucks under me, laughing, but it's not serious enough to throw me off. He's not really trying to escape, just giving me something to ride while I mouth at his throat and enjoy the feel of him stretched out under me, gorgeous, dangerous, and all mine to climb.
I expect the others to join us immediately, but they don't.
They keep building the nest instead, moving around us with slow purpose while they watch me kiss Blaise. His mouth is hot and greedy under mine, all teasing bites and filthy little laughs against my lips.
His wrists stay pinned for about three seconds before I forget why I was pretending to restrain him and start pawing at him instead, running my hands over his toned body with delight.
Blaise groans into my mouth when I grind down over the thick line of his cock through his pants.
"Fuck, Sparkles," he mutters, voice rough with desire. "That’s it. Use me."
I do.
It's been too long. I'm still wound tight from the weeks before the attack, and then the weeks following it filled with healing and having a fortress to help rebuild.
I had no room in my head for this, but now all that heat comes rushing back at once, and it is almost humbling how fast my body responds.
Another drag of my hips over his and I'm breathing harder, already on the edge of coming from friction alone.
Then a thick arm bands around my waist and lifts me clean off him.
"Viper," I gasp, the sound breaking into a needy whine.
He holds me upright with my back against his chest as if I weigh nothing, one massive hand spread over my stomach, the other banded over my chest. Heat floods my face, then drops lower when I feel how hard he is, his member pressing insistently against my lower back.
"Now, now, Omega," he murmurs into my ear, his voice a deep rumble that goes straight through me to my core. "If you’re going to play with Blaise, you should do it properly."
My lips part. I lick my kiss-swollen lips and nod before my brain fully catches up.
"Yes, yes. I want to do it properly."
"That’s our good girl."
The praise hits me like a spark to dry tinder.
I shiver, and Viper feels it. His grip tightens for a pleased second.
I don't even have to ask for more, because Shade is already there, kneeling in front of me with that calm, intent focus of his that somehow makes everything feel dirtier because he sees everything. My debauchery logged forever in his impressive memory.
His fingers find the fastening on my pants and work them open with brisk, practiced ease. He glances up once, catches my expression, and smirks before tugging my pants and panties down together in one smooth pull.
Cool air kisses my skin.
I am panting, suspended against Viper’s chest with Blaise, or maybe it's Blaze, waiting beside me, his eyes bright with hunger and mischief. Knox says nothing, and somehow that quiet attention is the most obscene part of all.
Then I glance down and realize Blaise’s pants are gone too, and he's gripping the base of his cock, holding it upright and ready.
Viper effortlessly lifts and lowers me with impossibly slow and deliberate care, like he has all the time in the world to make me lose my mind. A droplet of my slick slides from me and drips onto Blaise's waiting length.
I feel like the princess Knox accuses me of being with a full set of devastatingly competent mates acting as some kind of sex-butlers.
The first full press of Blaise's cockhead at my entrance makes me buck, desperate for more.
Viper finally lets me go, and I emit a helpless whine as I slide the whole way down, taking the cock in one go.
I sit there with stars in my eyes for a stuttering breath before my instincts dictate that I move. I rise and lower myself, bouncing four times, and on the fifth, I shatter. My orgasm slams into me, and I squeeze my eyes shut, white dots exploding behind my eyelids.
"Ahhh, yes, like that. Feels so good," I hear myself gasping through the quaking orgasm. I keep bouncing myself through the overstimulation, and soon the stretch eases as my spilling slick coats his length, causing wet sounds to fill the room.
When I finally lift my head from my chest and open my eyes, I find the others exactly where I left them.
Viper’s face is all dark satisfaction. Shade looks tightly composed in that way he only ever does when he is absolutely not composed at all. Knox’s gaze pins me where I am, heated and so possessive I feel it everywhere.
"Well?" I ask, breathless and wrecked. "What are you waiting for?"
That does it.
The last scraps of restraint disappear, and in the next breath our brand-new nest is full of grabbing hands, heated skin, and the glorious discord of breaking in something that is finally, undeniably ours, because this nest is not temporary.
This is the start of our forever.
By the time I end up with Shade’s cock in my mouth and Viper beneath me, Blaise and Knox have already left their come dripping from my pussy, but I am nowhere near done.
"Baby girl," Shade moans, his voice breaking as I suck on the crown of his cock, tongue dipping into his slit, chasing the salty taste of his pre-come.
Viper is beneath me, thrusting up into my channel with bruising force and relentless purpose.
I'm awakened. Reborn fresh and new, but not entirely changed.
I'm still the same.
My Omega didn't become something new in battle — I'm simply more aware of her now.
She has always been there, urging me toward my instincts, and now I hear her clearly, loudly.
She's hungry for affection and intimacy, desperate to take every scrap of comfort and pleasure our mates will give us.
I'm finally becoming the sexual creature Shade's research said Pack Omegas are, and I'm excited for this new phase in our Pack's dynamic.
Shade threads his hands through my hair, trying for control and failing. "Baby girl," he says again, rougher this time. "Let me have your ass. Let me be first to fuck that sweet hole."
A laugh barks out beside us.
I pop off Shade's cock and spin to glare at Blaise. "Don't."
That only makes his grin spread wider. He crawls in close behind Shade, all wicked delight and lazy confidence, and plasters himself against our Beta's back. He drags his mouth up the side of Shade’s neck before murmuring, "Daddy, you can have her, but you won’t be her first."
"What?" Shade frowns.
Blaise licks a long stripe from Shade's ear across Shade's jaw before lapping at his lips, smug as sin. "I got there a long time ago."
"Don't you dare," I warn him.
"I fucked her pretty asshole raw on the side of the road months ago."
I make an outraged sound and smack the nearest part of him I can reach. "Don't say it like it was some filthy liaison!"
"What part of that was a lie?" he retorts, his eyes alight with mirth.
I splutter. "It was not only filthy. It was romantic too."
Knox, who has been watching all of this with a look that promises consequences, lifts his brows. "Princess, is this true? You had anal sex outside in the dirt?"
"Oh, please," I shoot back. "Like you can judge. The first time I got on my knees to suck your cock was behind one of the trucks where anyone could have walked past."
Beneath me, Viper lets out a low, approving sound that rolls through my whole body. He hasn't slowed his thrusts for the conversation, and even now, I can feel the promise of his knot swelling.
"Is this how you tell us," he murmurs, dark amusement in every word, "that our pretty girl has an exhibitionist kink?"
Heat rushes into my face, but I don't let embarrassment take over. There's nothing to be ashamed of here. Not with my Pack and the way they look at me like I'm everything they have ever wanted.
Before I can answer, Viper wraps both arms around me and pulls me down against him, pressing me flush to his chest where my breasts and clit press against him deliciously.
I moan as the new angle sends pleasure rolling through me all over again, and I rock instinctively for more pressure against my clit.
I cannot seem to get enough of them. It feels almost like heat, only biology isn't driving this need. This is me, fully aware and gloriously gone for my mates.
"So is that a no on fucking your ass, baby girl?" Shade asks, voice low and wrecked with want.
Blaise is still draped against his back, thoroughly unhelpful and clearly delighted by it, his hands wandering with lazy purpose over Shade's naked body, while Shade tries and fails to stay controlled.
I watch as one of Blaise's hands traces down Shade's chest, his abs, and to his cock shining with spit.
He flicks the silver piercing at the tip, making it glint in the fading afternoon light.
Shade grunts and clenches all over. A bead of pre-come forms at the tip, and then rolls languidly down his shaft.
The sight of Shade and Blaise together does dangerous things to my self-control. They're beautiful together. Shade flushed and pleading, Blaise wicked and playful, both of them looking like they would happily drag me under with them.
Yes. I want that.
I want everything they can give me. I don't think I have any limits when it concerns my mates.
I want Shade stretching my ass while Viper is in my pussy.
If Viper were not already taking me apart piece by piece with his giant cock, maybe I could answer with some dignity. Instead, all that comes out is a needy, desperate, "Please, Daddy. Yes. Oh, please."
My mind has already gone hazy, my body too full of pleasure to care about anything except the hands on me and the anticipation brewing in my belly.