Chapter 55
Fifty-Five
VIOLET
“ V ictor,” Dominic mutters into his phone, glancing over at me as he eases the Alfa Romeo into the garage. “ Cosa c'è che non va ?”
Rylan opens my door, so I’m not able to overhear what Victor’s response might be. Not that I’d be able to understand it, since his Italian is even faster and lower than Dominic’s. I don’t understand at least half of what he says on a daily basis. Except for his nicknames. And telling me to go slower and look at him. A bolt of heat rushes through me, and my thighs clench.
My cheeks heat, and he glances at me, one eyebrow raised, his lips pulling into a smirk.
“I have already cleaned up a mess of Lorenzo’s this month,” Dominic says, his irritation evident. “This was supposed to be a rare occurrence, fratello .”
Rylan takes my hand and urges me from the car. Dominic sighs and puts the car back into gear.
“I’ll be home late,” he mutters. He drops his phone into the middle console, his lips tight and his eyes hard. His frustration is a palpable thing in my chest. I duck back into the car and kiss his cheek.
“Be safe,” I say, trying to not sound clingy.
I am not clingy. That pit in my belly is just… a desire to be near him. All the time. With his scent covering me until it drowns out my own.
Shit, I might be clingy. Has it been too long since my heat to be able to blame it? I count back the days. Still less than a week. If anyone calls me on my stage five clinger antics, I’m blaming my heat. Or maybe the confrontation with Mom tonight. People are less likely to bitch when you bring up parent problems.
His growl of a response pulls me from my thoughts.
“Always, Sirena ,” he whispers, kissing me until I’m breathless and the car smells like grapefruit.
Yes. He runs his nose down my throat, feeling the need through the bond, and I relax further into him.
Jasper opens Dominic’s door and crouches beside him, his eyes full of concern. I bite my lip to keep from whining as Dominic pulls away and focuses on the other member of our pack. Their murmurs are low, blending in with the dim light of the garage.
Rylan guides me into the house as they say their own goodbye, his palm like a hot brand on the small of my back and his bergamot scent surrounding me like one of my favorite blankets.
“I haven’t had a moment with you all week,” I mutter. It comes out damn near a petulant whine.
Rylan kisses my temple without saying anything. The garage door closes as he sets his things away, his wallet and keys and shoes. I toe off the simple black flats I wore today and cross the room, dropping onto the loveseat that looks out over the cliff.
The patio lights are off, so I can’t see the ocean, the black expanse reflecting the room back at me instead.
Rylan’s eyes are hot as he stands behind me, his hands propped on the back of the loveseat. He keeps our gazes locked in the pseudo-mirror as he leans over and kisses the top of my head. His purr vibrates through his chest. A rush of wet heat pulses through my core.
Purrs are supposed to be calming, not arousing, but I’m not about to complain about my body’s crossed wires. The garage door closes again, louder than before, and then Jasper is kneeling in front of me, his body forcing my gaze away from Rylan.
The words fall from my lips before I can plan for them or make them alluring.
“What about bonding?” I ask in one quick rush of breath.
Jasper’s eyebrow rises even as Rylan chuckles, low in his throat. My fucking toes curl. From a laugh .
I am so fucking screwed tonight. Or blessed. I suppose it depends on your perspective.
“I can’t even make a joke about taking me to dinner first,” Rylan says. He runs his hands down my neck and across my shoulders, his purr growing louder. I shiver, goosebumps rushing across my skin. His lips follow them a moment later. “But damn,” his voice lowers, “I did not expect that to be what starts our night without Dominic.”
“I guess I could have started with my other question,” I say. Jasper palms my knees and forces them wide, inching forward until my legs bracket his waist.
The sight of him in the windows? Hottest thing of my life.
“What’s that one?” Rylan asks, his voice filled with humor.
He bites the spot behind my ear, and I practically arch off the couch, tilting my head back on a gasp. Jasper slips his fingers under the hem of my shirt, the callouses catching, and I roll my hips even as I force a whine to stay in my throat.
“Your other question, love,” Jasper says. “What was your other question? Before we get too distracted bonding you.”
“Pretty Omega, I think we already have you too distracted,” Rylan says as his lips brush over my ear.
Fuck. Me.
Wet heat pools in my core, and I can’t help the small moan that slides up my throat this time. I know the moment one of them pulls away my scent blockers, slick is going to be dripping down my legs and my scent’s going to be all over the room.
Someone needs to do it. Fast.
“I want you at the same time,” I admit, my cheeks heating.
It’s the wildest thing I’ve asked for aside from the foursome. And I hadn’t technically asked for that.
Rylan laughs. “We should probably move to a bed, then.”
“And deprive Violet of watching you knot her in front of a mirror?” Jasper shakes his head. “We’ll make it work out here. It’ll be my knees that pay the price anyway.”
My breath catches.
Jasper pulls me to my feet, his lips soft but persistent against my own. There’s a rustling of fabric behind us, and then Rylan settles onto the long sofa that faces away from the windows, his cock sitting long and heavy against his stomach, his knot just starting to inflate.
Jasper has me out of my clothes before I can even appreciate the sight that is Rylan right now. He tosses my shirt toward the kitchen, and then his hands are cupping my face and his tongue is delving into my mouth. I shimmy out of the scent blockers, letting them pool at my feet with my shorts and fishnets.
Honeysuckle explodes around us, nearly as strong as when I was in the depths of my heat.
Rylan groans. “Come here, pretty Omega,” he says.
Jasper pulls away from me and urges me toward Rylan, stripping out of his own shirt with one hand. That move is still so fucking hot .
Both men laugh as my scent redoubles and my cheeks grow darker.
Rylan’s hand is soft as I straddle him. His eyes are bright, his cheeks flushed. I want to slam down on him, take him all at once, but I force myself to be patient. As Jasper digs through one of the side tables, I trace the lotus and vine tattoo that covers most of Rylan’s chest.
“Why a lotus?” I ask.
He hums and palms my hips, urging me to rub against his dick, drenching it in my slick. Each small swipe against my clit has my legs shaking.
“They symbolize rebirth,” he murmurs. He grabs the base of his cock and notches it into my entrance, tightening his hold on my hip to guide me down. I tilt my head back as I take him to the hilt and his hands trace up my sides until they circle my nipples. “I got it when Dom, Jas, and I moved in together.”
“Does this mean I’ll get a spot on your skin, too?” The question is breathless, my mind already halfway gone from the sensations of him fucking me.
“Of course, pretty Omega,” he murmurs. “Now be a good little girl and tilt your hips back for Jasper.”
The cool feel of lube pulls me from the building buzz of my pleasure. Jasper kisses the crook of my shoulder as he eases one finger in, waiting until I relax against him to add a second.
“You keep lube in the side table? How did I not notice that before?”
Rylan laughs. Jasper runs his lips up my neck.
“We keep lube everywhere. I’m not an Omega, remember? It’s necessary.”
He pulls his fingers away, and I cry out. Rylan palms the base of my throat and purrs.
“Easy, pretty Omega.” He brushes his lips with mine. “He’s coming right back. He’s just making sure he doesn’t hurt you. The only screaming we want tonight is when my knot locks us together and we bond with you.”
My chest heaves with my pants, my palm pressed against Rylan’s chest, as Jasper’s heat presses against me again. His invasion is slow and controlled, his dick wedging inside even as my legs tremble and I groan from the overwhelming sensation. Rylan purrs again, the sound comforting to me, and traces my nipples, letting his hand fall away from my throat.
“Good job,” Jasper murmurs. “Just relax into it. We’ll do all the work.”
I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling of them both so deep inside me. I feel so incredibly full, like I might burst from it.
“I haven’t fucked anyone like this in a long time,” Rylan mutters.
He runs his hands down my body until he grips my hips, his hold hard enough that it’ll probably bruise. It only ratchets my arousal tighter, forces me higher onto the ledge.
“I don’t remember it being this good.” He groans as I sink even lower, my knees spreading a bit. It forces Jasper deeper, too, and my breath catches. “You good, Jas?”
Jasper’s murmured affirmative is the only warning I get before Rylan is easing me higher onto my knees. They both slip out. Rylan lowers me back down, and they fill me again. It’s somehow even more all-consuming than the first time, and I moan, dropping my head back onto Jasper’s shoulder.
His hand spans my throat, keeping me still as they fuck me like they’re one unit. That awkward moment Rylan warned me about last week is nowhere, their movements so incredibly in sync that I’m already halfway out of my mind.
Rylan’s lips close around my nipple, his teeth scraping over the tight bud.
Nevermind. I’m completely out of my mind.
My climax roars through me, and I’m lost to the sensations. My pussy clenches, my legs shake, my toes curl. I can’t manage to stop moaning, the sound both desperate and sated. Jasper’s ragged groan cuts through the haze, and I feel his dick jerk where it’s still so deep inside my ass.
“Jas,” Rylan grunts.
“Ready,” Jasper murmurs, breathless.
His hand is steady as he urges my head to the side, baring my throat. Lips press to the sensitive spot just under my ear. I clench around Rylan again.
“Shit, pretty Omega, here I come,” he says.
He pulls me down as he thrusts up, forcing his knot completely inside. A second later, his teeth break my skin, and I scream. Jasper’s hand flexes on my throat, forcing me to stillness when everything in me urges me to move , to rock against Rylan so I can feel his knot more acutely. The orgasm is so strong, I can’t brace for it.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” I whimper, mewling as everything in my body overloads.
Another set of teeth push into the same spot, and the pleasure grows impossibly stronger.
“Fuck, Jas, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Rylan says.
I can’t manage words yet, still overwhelmed by the religious experience that is the two of them inside of me. In my chest. In my pussy. In my ass. They’re literally everywhere. It should be claustrophobic but all I feel is pride and safety and… and contentment.
Shock rips through me at the realization, and Jasper stiffens behind me.
“You good, love?” he asks, tipping my head until it rests against his shoulder.
Rylan leans forward, running his lips over my jaw and then the new bond mark still healing on my neck. Dominic’s happiness interweaves with the others, and I bask in the sensation of feeling them all like this.
“Perfect,” I mumble. “I’m so fucking perfect right now.”
“I love you, pretty Omega,” Rylan murmurs before kissing Jasper. “I love you both so fucking much.”
I can’t help but smile as Jasper whispers it back, his lips soft against my temple.
“Score one for the Council,” I say, laughing. “Because I love you both, too.”
Their laughs fill me, warmth spreading through my body, and I relax into it.
Because this? This is perfection. And I never thought I’d be able to have it.