Chapter 31
Vinny
Two months later…
Violet Rossi was a menace to fucking society. It didn’t matter that she was cute. It didn’t matter that she took pride in being able to feel our needs and satisfy them before we could. Didn’t even matter that she was the mother of my two unborn daughters.
No human being should want to have sex as much as she did. Morning. Noon. Night. After brushing her teeth. Before her shower. After her shower.
It wasn’t as bad when she was studying to get her GED, but now that all she had to do was wait for the babies to come?
Fuck.
I couldn’t wait for her to start school next spring, that way she’d have something to do other than touch herself. Or more so, touch us.
I loved it at first, but Jesus Christ, I never expected sex to become a reminder of my age.
But it had.
No part of me could keep up with her.
Not anymore.
Not like this.
She was everywhere. Always touching. Always needing. Always wanting. It wasn’t subtle either.
She’d sit beside me on the couch while I worked, pretending to read, and then slowly drape her leg across my lap. Or she’d wander into my office wearing one of my shirts and absolutely nothing else, claiming she was “looking for a pen.”
She never needed a pen.
She needed a penis.
And what made it worse? She dragged Skye into misbehaving.
Which, frankly, should have been illegal.
Skye was thirty-two weeks pregnant and built like a goddamn planet. He couldn’t roll over in bed without assistance, couldn’t see his own feet, and complained constantly about back pain, heartburn, and the general injustice of existing in a pregnant body, and Violet was somehow worse.
I didn’t even know how sex with just the two of them worked right now, all I knew, was like clockwork, every night around three AM, they’d venture off to fuck. And, through our bond, we’d all be forced to feel it.
Benji rolled over in our nest, groaning as he tried to save his decency.
“Boss, they’re doing it again,” he whined.
I didn’t open my eyes. “I’m aware.”
It was impossible not to be. The bond didn’t let us ignore it.
It pulsed warm and bright and shameless, Violet’s pleasure bleeding into the rest of us whether we wanted it or not.
“Tell them to go to bed,” he pleaded. “The baby shower is today.”
“They are in bed,” I muttered.
“That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
I dragged a hand down my face and finally forced one eye open. The room was still dark, the early morning quiet interrupted only by Benji’s suffering and the constant, undeniable reminder that my omegas had the libidos of teenagers.
“It’s just pregnancy, they’ll slow down once the babies are here,” Serena yawned behind Benji.
But I wasn’t sure that was true.
The next wave of pure unadulterated heat rolled through the bond, causing Benji to choke before biting his pillow.
“Fuck,” he hissed, curling tighter into himself. “They’re gonna kill me.”
“They’re going to kill all of us,” I corrected grimly. “Death by sex.”
Serena stretched behind me, absently scratching her nails along my spine. “Should we tell them to keep it down?”
“They won’t keep it down,” I said, dragging myself upright with a yawn. “At this point, they don’t even know what down is. The second Violet has those babies, she’s going on birth control.”
God knew we didn’t need another pregnancy anytime soon.
Benji let out a strangled noise as the pulse came again. “Nope. Nope. That’s it. I’m gonna pass out. Or combust. Or come on the mattress.”
I strangled out a breath as I climbed out of the nest. I wasn’t just going to sit there while my omegas broadcasted their need to the entire pack, and I most certainly wasn’t going to let Benji come on the nest. Sure, he’d clean it, but then it would lose its scent.
I started down the hallway, Benji and Serena following at my heels.
The three of us padded through the short stretch to my bedroom, more specifically, to the walk-in closet that hadn’t been mine in months, Violet’s nest.
The moment we stepped into the room, the scents of honey, and brown sugar, and vanilla hit us like a brick wall. The soft slapping of skin poured out from under the closet door, as did Skye’s pleas and Violet’s breathy moans.
Benji clutched my arm like a child about to be dragged into a haunted house and Serena pushed past us.
“Come on, if we wait any longer, Skye’s going to pass out,” she grumbled before pulling the closet door open.
And the sight before us was beautiful, oh my God was it beautiful.
Violet was on her knees in the center of the nest, straddling Skye’s thighs while she rode him backward.
Her small hands braced on his legs, her baby bump pressed tight against them as she rocked in slow circles.
Skye lay flat beneath her, chest heaving, eyes squeezed shut, clutching her hips like he was hanging on for dear life.
His lips parted around a silent groan, tattooed bugs flexing over every inch of his arms and chest.
Violet–sweet, modest Violet–was dressed in one of her pastel sleep gowns, the hem bunched around her hips as she moved, her glasses crooked on her nose. She always kept clothes on now, self-conscious of the way pregnancy had changed her. She hated being stared at.
God help me, I loved staring anyway.
The contrast between them hit me low in the stomach. Violet soft, pastel, pretty–Skye dark, inked, coming undone beneath her. Our storm cloud and our beautiful little rainbow.
Violet sensed us first.
Her head jerked toward the door, cheeks flushed, lips parted ever so slightly. Her eyes softened instantly, pupils blowing wide at the sight of her pack.
Skye cracked his eyes open next, and the relief on his face was immediate, desperate.
“Oh, thank fuck,” he choked out. “She won’t slow down–” His face shifted as he held her tighter. “Ahh–help.”
Serena clicked her tongue before looking back at us.
“Well, don’t just stand there. Our omega’s need us,” she smiled before crawling into the nest.
The first thing she did was caress Violet’s hip, then Skye’s thigh, then she eased their bodies apart just enough that Skye could actually breathe.
Violet whined silently at the loss of contact, reaching again, belly shifting with the movement but Serena slid between them. Skye gasped in relief, one arm thrown over his eyes like he’d just sprinted an entire marathon.
Serena gave us another look over her shoulder. “Well? Come on. They need all of us.”
Benji was already half way in the nest when Serena finished talking.
He knelt beside Skye, brushing sweaty hair from his forehead and checking to make sure Skye was okay.
With Serena and Benji tending to Skye, Violet was left sitting back on her knees, hands planted on her thighs, belly rising and falling with quick, frustrated breaths.
Then she crossed her arms and glared at me like the adorable little brat she absolutely was.
She wanted attention.
Correction: she wanted my attention, and she wasn’t being subtle about it.
I raised a brow at her. “Don’t start.”
Her eyes narrowed further and she huffed, turned her head dramatically, and flicked her hair at me like I was beneath her attention.
She knew how to push my buttons, and she was going to fucking get it.
I took one slow step into the nest, and she sat a little straighter, looked back at me, and pursed her lips.
“Apologize,” I ordered, crouching onto her level.
She shook her head no and I slid my hand to her jaw, my fingers curving under her chin, and forced her to look at me.
“You woke up the whole house.”
Good. She signed.
I leaned in until my forehead touched hers.
“Good?” I repeated, voice dropping into a threat. “You wanted to wake everyone?”
She nodded once.
I let out a slow breath, heat coiling low in my stomach.
“Then you’re getting all of us,” I murmured against her lips.
Her smile pressed into mine.
Sex with five people wasn’t exactly as easy as missionary, but we’d figured out a system that worked for us.
It wasn’t a sexual dogpile, instead we formed a careful line.
Benji behind me, me behind Violet, Violet laid in the center, giving head to Serena while she leaned in far enough to kiss me, and Skye fucked Serena in the ass to the best of his ability. It had taken trial and error to figure out—but once we did, it was perfect.
I shifted backward, and Benji immediately followed, sliding in until his chest pressed firmly to my back, thighs snug against mine.
His hands settled on my hips, as I reached forward and guided Violet into place.
Her body lowered onto mine, her belly brushing my abs as I slipped inside of her.
Serena settled in behind Violet, kissing her shoulder before carefully laying her on the nest and sitting on her face.
Violet’s hands immediately slid up Serena’s thighs, fingers digging in, guiding her lower until Serena grunted, and finally, Skye took his place.
His hand appeared on Serena’s shoulder and he pushed her forward, close enough for my lips to meet hers, and just as we’d done at least fifty times by now, he slid himself into her ass.
Serena grunted, bracing herself with one hand against the wall.
I could tell the exact moment Violet’s tongue found Serena’s cunt, because her legs started to shake.
“Violet–oh God” Serena gasped, arching forward into my lips.
Skye groaned loudly behind her, hands tightening on her hips. “She’s pushing you back into me. You’re so fucking tight–I can’t.”
The line started rocking, slow at first, then building as everyone synced.
Violet grinding down onto my cock, me lifting her by the hips, Serena pressing down onto Violet’s mouth, Skye pushing into Serena from behind. And finally, it was Benji’s time to shine.
He slid his palms from my hips to my lower back, then lower still. My breath as I thrusted into Violet harder. She felt like fucking heaven.
“Benji,” I warned as he brought his lips down to my shoulder.
“Boss,” he whispered.
Violet moaned around Serena’s clit, loud enough for all of us to hear, vibrating heat straight through Serena’s cunt and down into every body connected to her.