Chapter 50
Fifty
RYLAN
V iolet starts toward her bedroom, the simple black dress hugging her ass in a way that makes my dick stand up and take notice. It doesn’t seem to care that we’ve just made it through the most extreme heat I’ve ever been a part of. She glances over her shoulder as I groan, low and mournful, my eyes still stuck on the way the fabric is moving over her body. She smirks, her eyes lighting with mischief, even as she starts pulling pins from her hair.
I hadn’t realized she’d put pins in her hair. Where did she even hide them? Her hair had been down, for crying out loud. Jasper pauses beside me, his hands tucked into his pockets. Without saying anything, he eases something into my hand.
I glance down at the small black bottle before grinning.
“Really? You feeling up for it?” I ask.
“Are you?” He raises an eyebrow.
I palm the nape of his neck and pull him into me, his body a hard line against mine. His kiss is soft and curious tonight, a contentment about it that I haven’t felt since we were matched a month ago. Happiness settles deep in my chest, and I pull him even closer to me, wrapping an arm around his waist and tucking my thumb into the waistband of his slacks. His cock lies hard and heavy against my hip, and I can’t help but smile.
“Fuck, Jas,” I mutter against his lips, and he laughs, the sound as light and free as I feel.
“ Sirena .” Dominic’s voice is full of humor. “It looks like we might be left out of tonight’s festivities. Seems wrong given you are why we are celebrating, but I’ve never claimed to understand Rylan.”
Violet’s laugh reverberates through the large room. Jasper smiles against my lips even as he works to get the buttons of my shirt undone. The third one down, he gets frustrated. With a grunt, he rips it the rest of the way and tosses it behind me.
“Hey,” I mutter, “that’s supposed to be my move.”
“You got to do it last time. Figured it was my turn,” he says, cupping my face and twisting his fingers into my hair.
Fair enough.
Dominic sighs as he strides past me.
“The living room rug isn’t nearly as comfortable as it looks,” he says, the same dry humor lighting his voice. “Didn’t you learn that rugs are deceptive, Rylan?”
“Worth it,” I mutter, tucking the bottle of lube into Jasper’s back pocket so I can work his own shirt off. I run my hands up his stomach, smirking as his muscles clench from the touch.
Fuck, I love doing this with him.
“Maybe we can convince them to do it in my room,” Violet says, just as snarky as Dominic. “At least then I’ll get to watch and enjoy their scents after they fall asleep.”
Dominic laughs. “You sure you’re ready to watch one of us knot Jasper, Sirena ?”
I can hear her choke on her breath over Jasper’s groan as I bite his collarbone, pulling the skin between my teeth to make sure it marks. Dominic laughs, and it skates over my skin, full of promise. A moment later, he crowds behind Jasper, tilting his head to the side and biting just behind his ear.
Jasper’s surprised gasp has my dick twitching and a shiver racing down my spine.
“Except I’m pretty sure it’s my turn, Tesoro , not his,” Dominic murmurs.
Jasper’s groaned words aren’t really intelligible, his hands digging into my stomach.
I sigh and pull away from them. “You always argue that it’s your turn.”
Jasper grabs my waist, keeping me from stepping around them, grinding his hips into mine.
“Fuck me, at least let us get to a bed,” I grunt.
Dominic wraps an arm around Jasper’s waist and twists him around, urging his legs around his hips and walking deeper into the hall. Violet hums, and her eyes are wide, her pupils blown out, as I cross the room and take her hand.
“You’re sure you’re good?” I ask, running my lips across her jaw.
She rubs her legs together, her breath shuddering out of her. “Mm-hmm,” she manages to say as I bite the sensitive spot below her ear. “Just watched the hottest fucking thing of my life. Totally fine.”
Laughing, I pull her into my arms and follow the guys down the hall, kicking her door closed behind me to keep our scents from dissipating. She hums and runs her tongue along my throat, tracing the double snakes like it’s her fucking job. My dick pulses again, my scent so strong it’s suffocating in the space with her scent blockers still on.
Dominic already has Jasper naked and kneeling on the bed, his eyes glazed over and his shoulders red with love bites. The unassuming black bottle of lube is perched on one of Violet’s nightstands. Jasper groans as Dominic starts to fuck him, his invasion slow and controlled just like everything else about him.
Violet whimpers, trembling where she stands in front of me.
“And here you gave me shit for starting without you,” I mutter, shaking my head.
I kiss Violet’s shoulder and ease the zipper of her dress down. The second the fabric is pooled at her feet, I’m easing off her bra and scent blockers, groaning as her honeysuckle floods the space like a fucking tsunami. The desperate, spicy edge is gone from it, the ultimate proof that her heat has really subsided.
I shove my slacks and underwear down before kneeling on the bed, just far enough away from Jasper that I can thread my fingers through his hair. He moans at the touch, twisting so he can bite my wrist.
Laughing, I hold my other hand out to Violet. She stands at the foot of the bed, her chest flushed and her nipples peaked, slick already starting to slide down her thighs. Her eyes are wide as she looks between the three of us.
“Come here, pretty Omega,” I murmur.
She bites her lip, messing with the industrial piercing. I raise an eyebrow and wiggle my fingers.
She giggles and climbs onto the bed. “Where do I…” She trails off. “This is way wilder than anything I’ve ever done. I’m starting to understand how Faedra feels when I say something a bit scandalous.”
Jasper laughs, though it’s more than a little breathless. I guide her to me, kissing her until the nervous tension eases away from her and those little whimpers she makes are crawling up her throat nearly continuously.
“Don’t overthink it,” I murmur, and she nods. “And the first couple minutes are awkward. Always.”
She giggles, and I nip at her lip, grinning when the laugh cuts off on a hard gasp. Her scent gets stronger, and it blends with Dominic’s and mine so seamlessly, it’s addictive. I pull away from her, turning her until her back presses up against my chest. Jasper doesn’t hesitate, leaning forward and kissing her, cupping her face and twisting his hands into her hair.
I notch my cock into her entrance, holding her hips to keep her from moving, and then ease into her. The moment I’m sure she’s adjusted and that I’m not hurting her, I ease her forward onto her elbows. She whines as Jasper releases her, and I laugh.
“Give him just a minute, pretty Omega,” I murmur, my voice already haggard.
Dominic palms Jasper’s throat, keeping him kneeling instead of following Violet to all fours as she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue in universal permission. Jasper groans with the first swipe of her tongue, his legs trembling from Dominic’s movements already.
As promised, the first few minutes are awkward, trying to figure out the pace that accommodates us all. And then it suddenly clicks.
Violet’s lips wrapped around Jasper are a fucking sight .
My body is wrung out from the last six days, my stamina nonexistent. My eyes unfocus as I work to hold out, focusing on the feel of Violet in front of and below me, her curves soft and molding to my hands as I trace down her spine and twist her hair around my fist.
“Love,” Jasper grunts.
She hums. He nods, not pulling away as he curses under his breath and his body shakes with his release. The moment I know she’s safe, I pull her up against me and circle her clit, focusing on her body falling apart against me as her release rockets through her. Her whines get louder, her scent so incredibly thick around us. She clenches around me, and I’m gone, my orgasm shooting down my spine and through my legs. My cock jerks inside her a second before my knot swells.
“Oh fuck ,” she gasps.
She collapses against me, her cheek against my shoulder, and I kiss her temple.
Dominic grunts, and then Jasper moans. He grabs my hand, lacing our fingers together, and I run my thumb over his knuckles. We’re a mess of limbs as I guide Violet and me around to lay on our sides, managing to not move my knot so much that it hurts her. She hums as Jasper kisses her, his smile soft.
“Love you,” he murmurs, and she smiles.
“Good,” she whispers.