Chapter 20 #2
And, what started as a harmless way to burn off some joy escalated the second he grabbed my wrists and rolled me to the mattress.
With one last kiss, he anchored me to the nest. His chest heaved, and his cheeks were flushed.
“Vi—“ he panted. “What—what are you doing?”
My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. But the words were there, rising like a tide I couldn’t stop.
I opened my mouth, unsure if sound would come out clearly. My throat burned with the effort, my lips trembled,
And then, barely above a whisper, I said, “I w-w-want y-y-you.”
Skye froze, and I wondered if I needed to try again. The W sound was hard, and Y wasn’t much better. I’m sure my speech therapist would be happy I even tried.
But trying wasn’t doing. I needed to go further.
“I w-ant—“ I took extra time with the word, trying to annunciate it perfectly. “Skye.”
Skye’s breath hitched and his fingers tightened around my wrists as his entire body stilled over mine.
After a moment, he lowered himself until our noses brushed and his belly pressed into mine.
“Say it again,” he whispered, voice hoarse. “Please.”
I swallowed hard, lips trembling under the weight of his gaze. But I forced the words past the knot in my throat.
“I w-want you,” I repeated. “Skye.”
His lips crashed into mine before I could draw another breath. Skye groaned against my mouth and rolled his hips just enough to make me gasp. He swallowed the sound before pulling back only far enough to pant, “Tell me if I need to stop.”
I shook my head.
“Use your words, Vi,” he commanded. “Say yes. I heard you talk. Tell me what you want me to do to you.”
I mewled, jutting out my bottom lip. Every single part of me wanted to talk, but it was just so damn hard, and my throat hurt after just those few words.
Skye’s hands slipped under my dress and his palms trailed up my thighs. His mouth pressed as his belly pressed down against mine, a ridiculous, perfect pressure that made me feel like we were made to fit together, even when we were both bloated hormonal messes.
“You want me?” he whispered, voice shaking as his nose brushed mine. “Because if you keep saying yes, Vi, I’ll fuck you harder than I ever have before.”
I nodded, gasping as his hand slid between us, fingers dragging along the soaked seam of my panties. My hips lifted instinctively, desperate for more of him.
“Say it,” he demanded, dragging his fingers up my slit. “Say yes.”
My throat burned, but the word forced itself out on a breathless whimper. “Y-y-yes.”
Skye groaned, dropping his head to my shoulder.
“Fuck,” he breathed. “You feel like–”
The door to my nest slammed open.
My head jerked to the side to see Benji in the door frame. His eyes swept over us: me, panting and pinned beneath Skye, dress shoved up to my hips, Skye flushed from the neck up, frozen like a deer in headlights, one hand still buried in my cunt.
Benji’s gaze landed on my face, then dropped lower.
He blinked and a hand flew to his chest.
“Dios mío, you two are going to kill me,” he breathed. “I heard screaming and thought someone was hurt!”
Skye groaned and dropped his face to my shoulder again, muttering something that sounded suspiciously like I wish I was.
“I am preparing dinner for the house and this is how you horny hedonists repay me?” Benji admonished.
Skye lifted his head up and looked at Benji.
“Well, I mean, Violet has three holes,” he said meekly.
I tried to smack his chest or sit up, but he wouldn’t let me move, so I just cut him a satanic glare.
Benji made a sound, something between a sigh and a disbelieving laugh as he finally stepped further into the room, knife and mango still in hand, and shut the door behind him.
“You’re not going to sexually stab us, are you?” Skye nodded toward the knife.
Benji’s golden hair swayed as he rolled his eyes
“No, Mi cielo, I am not going to stab my pregnant omegas.” One corner of Benji’s lips lifted as he gave us another once over. “And, I’m not going to condone fucking Violet’s pussy and ass at the same time, not right now.”
My shoulders slumped in relief, I wasn’t sure how that specific position would work, but I wasn’t fond of the idea of being ripped in two.
“And that’s cool,” Skye’s vocal fry nearly stole the last word. “But usually people don’t bring knives to bed.”
Benji’s golden brows arched as he slowly held up the mango and knife
“Actually,” he said, voice smooth as sin, “I brought it to the kitchen. You’re the ones who decided to scream and announce your sexual escapades to the whole house.”
Skye opened his mouth, then closed it again.
“I just rushed in to make sure my omegas were safe.” Benji shook his head as if he were disappointed, but the way his cock pressed against his slacks told another story.
“Now I’m standing here, holding a perfectly ripe mango, wondering how you two will repay me, you know, for scaring me half to death. ”
Skye narrowed his eyes. “Are you seriously guilt-tripping us while hard?”
Benji didn't even blink. “I’m multi-talented.”
I swallowed, still breathless from where Skye had me half-fucked. Still, I didn’t miss the fact that Benji hadn’t taken a single step back.