Chapter 30 Noah #2
She’s a defiant little thing who loves a challenge. If I try to choke her with my cock, she’ll forget what’s happening below. I’m sure of it.
“Feel free to leave some claim marks on me, too,” I encourage her. “I would love a ring of teeth around my shaft.”
She gapes at me.
I press my head to her lips instead.
“Open up,” I demand.
She rebels with a growl, then moans as Laz reaches between them to pet her where she needs it.
Her mouth parts, granting me unintentional access that I fully take advantage of. She chokes, her pupils dilating as she glares up at me.
“You can bite, pet,” I remind her. “Of course, I’ll enjoy that.”
Her glower positively simmers, causing my balls to throb as Johan continues to work himself into her slick heat.
“Fuck, this feels so good,” Laz says, arching up into her.
She squirms in response, a hint of panic crossing her features. I study her reactions, ensuring we’re not taking this too far.
And sure enough, pleasure chases away her worries, her cheeks reddening as she starts to lose herself to the rocking motions surrounding her.
Johan is fully inside her now, sharing her pussy with Laz. The two of them are making her feel good while I use her mouth.
It’s an erotic dance and just the beginning of what’s to come. Her heat is almost here, her sense of awareness slowly slipping.
I just hope she claims us first. “I want to feel your teeth in my skin so fucking bad, pet,” I admit. “Do you want me to beg?”
Her eyes are on me, her arousal palpable. She can’t reply with my dick in her mouth, but she doesn’t have to. I can see the response in her eyes.
“Please, pet,” I whisper. “Please mark me with that pretty mouth.”
She draws her teeth along my shaft, teasing me without biting.
I want to curse.
I want to growl.
I want to purr. Because I fucking love that she’s trying to top me while being taken by three alphas.
“Careful, little bee, or you’re going to make me come down that pretty throat of yours. And then we’ll have to start over.” I mean every word. I’m so fucking close to drowning her with my seed.
“Stop fucking her mouth and lie on the bed,” Laz tells me, his order nearly eliciting a growl in response.
Of course he chooses now to assert his dominance.
“Always making the rules,” I mutter, sliding free from Aurora’s lips. “I’m only obeying because I want that sweet pussy around my cock.”
Johan is the next to move, not waiting for Laz to command him. His dick is glistening from Aurora’s arousal, making me sit up and grab his hips to yank him toward me.
He groans as I lick the slick clean from his shaft, her flavor on his skin my new favorite dessert.
But Laz shoves the man away from me and uses a hand to knock me back to the bed.
I growl, ready to return the favor with my fist, only to have Aurora suddenly in my lap.
“Put him inside you,” Laz demands. “Right fucking now, princess.” He’s already shifting to take a position behind her as she struggles to obey, her limbs shaking with exquisite need.
Our omega grabs my knot to position me, her brown eyes meeting mine.
I swallow, utterly lost for this woman, and I let her see that on my face. Let her see her effect on me. Let her know how I feel with my gaze alone.
Love.
Adoration.
Obsession.
Possession.
I want her to know it all. To feel it all. To embrace it all.
She shudders once more, then begins to slide down on my shaft, her wet heat a kiss I’ll forever crave. Her body falls over mine, her mouth on my neck and trailing a path to my pec.
I wonder if she’s about to lick my nipple, something I never thought to ask for, when suddenly her teeth are in my skin and the little rebel is biting me.
Pleasure shoots through every inch of my being, spreading through my veins like rapid fire and making me growl with euphoric need.
A claim.
My omega has claimed me.
Right over my damn heart.
How fucking appropriate.
“I’m going to tattoo that to my chest,” I hiss out, thrusting up into her at the same time Laz lines up his cock with her opening. “Fuck, Aurora.” I can’t fucking breathe. I’m so elated. So proud. So damn hard…
I grab her hair and yank her up to me, then sit up as far as I can so I can sink my teeth into her tit.
It forces Laz to push out of her, the angle not conducive to what he needs. But this isn’t about him. It’s about me and my omega. He can wait a fucking second.
She screams, her pussy walls closing around my shaft as she contracts and writhes.
Then Laz, being the dick he is, pushes her back down, his hand over mine in her hair as he forces her mouth up to mine.
I kiss her, not caring at all that Laz is controlling this.
Because this is my omega and she deserves to be worshipped.
To be held. To be cherished. To be given whatever she wants and desires.
I try to convey all of that with my tongue. With my hand sliding down to her nape. With my cock pulsing inside her. With my heart beating for her and her alone.
I feel her melt.
Then tense as Laz starts to push himself inside again.
He purrs, as do I, both of us trying to ease her into this intensity.
Johan adds his own rumble, his hand tracing her sides as he kneels beside us. I feel him more than see him, my focus on our pet. But he’s there, his presence warm and comforting as Laz threatens to split her in two with his massive knot.
Fuck, this is going to be amazing.
Laz is already starting to slide in and out, taking over the rhythm and setting a steady pace. It’s gentle, something I suspect is only temporary as our little bee gets used to feeling so full.
I do my part by kissing her and distracting her with my tongue, loving the way her breasts feel against my chest.
And fucking reveling in the fact that I can feel my claim mark and hers with each movement.
Mine, I think. My omega. My mate. My fucking pet.
“Marry me,” I whisper against her mouth. “Please fucking marry me.”
She giggles. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’m obsessed,” I counter. “Marry. Me.”
“Only you would propose while another man is inside her,” Johan says, obviously amused.
“I’m inside her, too,” I point out.
“Oh, I know,” he murmurs. “I’m watching and I’m very envious.”
“Then get up here and fuck my ass,” Laz tells him. “Or take our omega’s mouth. Your choice.”
I arch a brow, then stop kissing Aurora to glance at a stunned Johan. I’m willing to bet Laz never offers to let him top. But from Johan’s expression, he’s torn on what he wants more.
“Can I have you in my mouth first?” Aurora asks softly, also looking at him. “I just… I just want to feel full.”
“Fuck,” Johan breathes. “Yeah, sweetheart. You can have anything you want.”
There’s a hint of deviousness in her gaze. There and gone in a flash as Laz thrusts a little harder into her. But it’s enough to make me wonder what she’s thinking.
Johan can fuck Laz later, when our omega is in heat. For now, we need to indulge her needs as she’s aware and voicing them.
Laz helps to pull her up a little, the angle driving us both deeper into her and causing her to moan in response.
She’s no longer in pain. She’s fully stretched and ready to fuck.
But she’s missing Johan’s dick.
“Open your mouth wide,” Laz growls.
She obeys, and he grabs Johan by the knot to feed him to our pet.
It’s fucking intoxicating to watch her work. To be here with Laz. With Johan. As a pack.
I feel suddenly whole. Like we’re finally a finished unit. A beating heart. A circle.
Ridiculous tears threaten to form in my eyes, the emotion unexpected and very fucking unwelcome.
I’m not that man. I don’t do the feelings shit. But I love this unit. My two best friends. Our omega.
This is our life.
Our home.
Our family.
And there’s nowhere else I want to be. No one else I desire. Just these three. Forever and fucking eternity.