Chapter Thirty-Nine – Hayden #2
Kayla and I walk hand-in-hand to the main stairwell.
Our room is the first door on the left, and since it’s just the three of us in the house, I don’t bother shutting the door behind us.
The room is fully-furnished with new pieces, complete with an attached personal bathroom and a bed that can easily fit the three of us at the same time.
Kayla’s room, built big enough so that when she experiences her heat here for the first time, there will be plenty of room to get down and dirty.
I bring Kayla to the bed, where I release her hand so I can cup her face, running both my thumbs along her soft cheeks. The way she gazes up at me with those beautiful emerald eyes makes me go crazy, and the gentle smile that pulls at the corners of her lips ignites certain lower parts of me.
Oh, yes. I’ve been waiting for this.
Lowering my face to hers, I take her lips in mine and kiss her. After a year, you’d think I would’ve had enough, but it’s the opposite. Every touch, every kiss; it’s never enough, and it only makes me crave more. She’s become my drug of choice. I never knew what my life was missing until I met her.
Her lips part, and I push my tongue past them and collide it with hers. Fire dances across my skin, an urgent need rising—I need to get her out of her clothes, bury my face between those thighs, and have some dessert.
Her slick? Way better than the cake Bradford made, I bet. No competition.
I pull my mouth off hers, panting already, as if we busted a sweat.
We’re only beginning here. I wear a lopsided grin as I start to undress her.
The first thing that comes off is her shirt, then that lacy bra.
I drop to my knees to help her out of her pants and panties, and when she stands before me, utterly naked, I place soft kisses on her thighs before I back her up to the bed and help her onto it.
I tear off my clothes before I join her on the bed, and when I crawl onto the mattress, I position myself over her and take my time in kissing everywhere on her body.
Her collarbone. Her chest. Those heaving tits.
I make it down to her stomach, trailing soft kisses as I go, and I only stop when I settle between those thighs and make myself at home there.
Before, it took a while for her scent to fully come out, but now? After a year of taking care of herself, a year of less stress? Her scent is so strong, so overpowering, it’s like heaven on earth. Her almond-tinted rose scent makes my lower half tingle in all the right places.
I don’t say a single word; I dive in. My tongue slips out, and I run it along her in a slow, agonizing pace, from her entrance to her clit, around it, and then back down. I do that a few times before I latch onto her clit with the sole intent of making it swell and pulsate beneath my tongue.
Kayla shudders the moment I latch on. By now, what she likes the most is memorized deep within my brain.
I apply pressure with my tongue on the side of her clit before flicking it side to side.
Every so often I suck on it and run the flat part of my tongue over it.
She writhes and moans, wordlessly telling me how I’m doing.
And, to no one’s surprise, I’m pretty much going for a homerun.
Her first orgasm hits her in record time, and the moment she cries out in ecstasy, I’m right there to bring my mouth to her entrance and catch the slick that gushes from her core. Her slick is laced with the same rose and almonds as her scent, and my chest hums as I taste her from the source.
Fuck, she really does taste immaculate.
I stay buried between her legs for a little while, returning to that clit after I clean her up from her orgasm. I make her come two more times before I can no longer fight the urge to become one with her, and I’m busy licking my lips as I crawl over her, positioning my cock between her legs.
“Ready for me, omega?” The words are growled out, to the point where I hardly sound like myself. She does that to me, makes me feel all primal, like an animal trapped inside a man’s body.
All she can do is nod, her cheeks adorably flushed from the orgasms.
I push into her, and her body offers no resistance whatsoever.
She’s so wet, so ready for me, that I slide right in—and just like that, I’m home.
I’m right where I should always be. She feels so good, it becomes a damn near impossible task to speak, so I don’t.
The only thing I do is rock my hips against her and claim her for the first time tonight.
I’m ready to lose it. To either come or knot her and lock us together for a while, but I know that Bradford will be joining us soon enough, and if anyone should knot her first, it should be him. Never thought I’d defer to another alpha, but I suppose that’s what happens when you’re pack.
The bed rocks below us as my pace picks up. I hold myself up with my arms as I watch her eyes roll back, those eyelashes of hers to flutter shut. She surrenders everything to me, and I greedily take it all.
She comes again for me, her body rocked with pleasure as her core unleashes more slick, and in doing so she pulls me in with her. I can’t fight the heat rising inside of me any longer. I come mere moments after she does, the orgasm so strong I see stars.
Right then, my nose catches Bradford’s scent. His clove and musk scent has become all too familiar to me, so I know he’s stepped in the room, but I’m too lost in the orgasm to pause to look for him.
The pleasure takes its time in subsiding, and I have to fight the urge to knot her all the while. Moments pass, and I finally come back to my senses. I turn my head and see Bradford standing near the bed, already in the process of taking off his clothes.
He is a man who always wears a suit, but I can report I’ve seen him in other clothes this past year.
I got him a pair of jeans and some pajama bottoms. He was not happy to try either of them on, but when Kayla gave him a pout, he caved.
He only wears them when we’re home together with no plans on leaving the house.
Other than that, he still wears his suits like the stuffy man he is.
It’s only because the pleasure from the orgasm has faded somewhat that I’m able to say, “I take it this means you’re going to push me to the side and have her for yourself?” I shake my head. “To think, after I put in the work—”
Bradford rolls his eyes at me as he undoes the buttons on his shirt, while Kayla chuckles beneath me. The man has become an expert in shedding his clothes in record time, along with that gold watch he always wears. He says, “Don’t make me pull you off her.”
“Is that a challenge? I’m actually pretty damn comfortable where I am now.” As in, balls-deep in her, raring to go for round two.
Soon enough, the über alpha is completely undressed, and he doesn’t say a word more as he sets a hand on my upper arm while climbing onto the bed. It’s all he has to do. I bow my head and withdraw from her, rolling onto my side as I vacate the position between her spread legs.
He still doesn’t like touching other people, but when it comes to us, he’s much more comfortable with it. For reasons that should be obvious, he much prefers Kayla over me. I don’t blame him.
As Bradford holds himself over our omega, as he nuzzles against her neck, I see the scarring on his back, but I don’t stare.
The first few times the three of us were in the same bed together, the lights had to be off.
It was only when he was okay with it that he let me see the scarring on his skin.
He didn’t say who did it, but he didn’t have to.
His father.
The things his father did to him… I can’t imagine any loving father doing to their own child.
“Your scent is so strong,” Bradford murmurs against Kayla’s neck. “I see Hayden got you nice and ready for me.”
I prop my head up with my hand as I watch the scene before me begin to unfold. There is something strangely hot about watching them together, and watching Bradford’s confidence when it comes to our omega change and evolve over time? I’m proud of the guy.
The countdown is officially on. I can’t wait to bond us together—but first thing’s first.
It’s Bradford’s turn.