Chapter 31 Johan
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
JOHAN
I’m hypnotized by Lark’s eyes, her gaze holding mine with some unspoken question. I can see her mind working, which is a feat considering what Laz and Noah are doing to her.
But she’s focused.
Intent.
And moaning around my cock.
When Laz offered his ass, I was temporarily dumbfounded. He never gives that up willingly. And the notion of joining their motions while taking Lark was all I could picture.
Until he mentioned her mouth.
Those pretty fucking lips.
I’ve been mesmerized by them for years, her pictures inspiring countless fantasies. Yet they all failed to live up to the real deal.
Then hearing her ask to suck me off? Begging to be full?
Yeah, I was fucking gone for her.
She’s licking and nibbling and still watching me, her pupils dark with need, her nostrils flaring as she tries to breathe around my girth.
But there’s something else happening.
Something I’m trying to decipher as I feel her teeth skim my head.
Oh, fuck, I think, a curse leaving my mouth just a second before she clamps down and claims my damn cock.
That’s what Noah asked her to do to him.
Yet she’s doing it to me instead.
And I can’t help but feel that’s purposeful on her part, like she wanted to leave her mark on me in a place that shows I’m hers so that whenever Laz and Noah play with me, they think of her, too.
It’s unnecessary on her part. We’ll always fucking think of her. We’ll always invite her in, too. Because she’s our center. We might enjoy playing with each other in our own ways, but she’s the star we rotate around. The focus of our universe.
In time, she’ll understand that.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Noah breathes as I fall out of Lark’s mouth. There’s blood on my tip, which she proceeds to wipe away with her tongue.
“Now you can fuck Laz,” she tells me, her voice sultry and so fucking seductive that I grab her hair and slam back into her mouth.
“No, I fucking can’t,” I tell her. “Because I’m taking your mouth instead.”
Delight stares up at me from her alluring gaze.
Noah snorts.
And Laz fucking chuckles. “A possessive omega is so fucking hot.” He kisses her neck, then brushes his lips across my hand in her hair. He’s still holding her, too, his touch hot beneath my palm as he applies pressure and makes her take more of me into her mouth. “Swallow him, darling.”
She does, her throat working around me in a delirious movement that has me groaning deep.
I want to mark her. To claim her. But I can’t from this angle. So it’ll have to wait until we’re done.
That realization drives me faster, making me want to come so I can flatten her on her back and choose a place to make her mine.
I want it obvious, too.
Somewhere the others see every time they play with her. Just like she’s done to me.
Noah already claimed one of her tits.
And I’m pretty sure I caught sight of bite marks on her pussy from Laz—because of course the bastard chose her clit.
That leaves me with a few other interesting options.
Her inner thighs.
Her other tit.
Her nipples.
Her ass. I gaze down at where her rump is pressed up against Laz’s groin as he ruts into her with abandon.
She’s still a virgin there.
“I want first anal,” I announce, the words leaving me on a possessive rumble.
“It’s yours,” both men say in unison.
I love that they probably already knew I would want that. Or perhaps felt it was my due, given everything we’ve shared.
Regardless, I’ll be taking our omega there and marking her in the process.
It’s perfect.
Just like her.
Just like this.
She grabs my knot, giving it a squeeze that has my muscles straining in response.
Her slick has permeated the air for several days while I’ve held back from touching her, from seeking her out.
I wanted Laz to be able to surprise her, just like he desired.
And I knew I would ruin that if I spent too much time with our omega.
I don’t like keeping secrets from her, even the good kind.
So I tortured myself with her scent instead and refused to jack off.
Which means I’m pent up and on the edge of a serious rut.
I want to fuck her so hard. See her through her heat. Fucking live inside her for a week. Fill her with our seed. Make her round with our child.
The future is so fucking bright right now. So tangible. So ours.
“Johan’s about to come, princess,” Laz says against her ear. “I know you’ve been practicing, so let’s see if you can take his load down your pretty throat.”
He shoves her face into me, causing me to go deeper than before, and forces me to erupt.
I fucking hate that he knows how to do that. Knows how to read my body’s cues better than I can. But I can’t deny the absolute rapturous nature of the sensations ripping through me.
“Aurora,” I growl, aware that I usually call her Lark. However, her real name is what leaves me now as I unleash my passion into her mouth.
She swallows. Sputters a little. But keeps trying to take everything I’m giving her while massaging my knot.
It’s again too much, a realization that makes her grumble in annoyance when she has to pull back. So I just release the rest of my seed on her tits.
Then Noah goes up onto his elbows to clean her up while Laz loses control behind her.
He’s fucking her hard, his movements furious and fast and borderline violent.
It’s driving Noah’s orgasm onward, too, the friction between the three of them a dangerous dance of eroticism and mutual appreciation.
Lark starts to cry out, her orgasm already spiraling.
Then both men rumble in unison as they join her, their knots shooting into her pussy to force her into a state of absolute oblivion.
A moment of panic overtakes her expression.
Then disappears behind a wave of intense pleasure as her climax shoots her into another plane of existence.
She’s writhing.
Moaning.
Screaming.
There are tears. Scratch marks. And a cyclone of scents. All of which originate and swirl around our omega. Our mate.
She pants from the exertion, then collapses onto Noah, and her eyes fall closed. I reach forward to check her pulse and find it raging, her body still shuddering despite having lost consciousness to the power of her ecstasy.
Noah purrs, holding her with ease, his lips ghosting across her hair as Laz collapses against her back and kisses her nape. “So fucking good,” he marvels, sweat dripping off him from the effort of fucking her to oblivion.
“We’re doing that to her ass, too,” Noah says on a sigh. “While she’s in heat. And after Johan takes her virginity.”
I sprawl out beside them and lean in to kiss his shoulder and then Lark’s. “Her heat is probably going to start the moment she wakes up,” I say, sensing the shift in scents in the air.
“It’ll start when you mark her ass,” Laz murmurs, obviously aware of my intent despite me not actually vocalizing it. “But yes, it’ll be tonight.”
“Then we should probably cancel that meeting with Giovanni tomorrow,” I suggest.
He grunts. “Yeah, we’ll need to.”
“Are we going to tell him why?” Noah asks.
“We’ll tell her that his sister has gone into heat. But we’re not giving him any more details than that. We’ll let him think she’s locked up in a room and being tortured for a week.” He looks at me. “Seems like a fitting punishment?”
I nod. “Not sure Lark will like it, though.”
“Oh, she’s going to love her heat,” Noah inserts. “We’ll make sure of it.”
“I meant about her brother,” I growl at him. “She’s not going to like that we’re emotionally punishing him.”
“She had an opportunity to call him over the last two days and didn’t.” Laz looks at me, and I realize he’s asking me to confirm that statement even though he didn’t actually voice it as a question.
“I’ve been monitoring Giovanni’s communications, and I haven’t seen anything come through to him from her, so I think that’s accurate, yes.”
Although, I wasn’t spying on him to see if his sister would reach out to him. I was monitoring his chatter to ensure he wasn’t planning anything nefarious for tomorrow.
Laz nods, clearly pleased. “That suggests she agrees with the punishment.”
I stare at him, not sure I feel the same way. “Or she thought she wasn’t allowed to call him.”
He considers that for a moment, then shakes his head. “I never said she couldn’t. And she’s too clever not to try. There’s a reason she held back, and I think it’s because she knew it would undermine my punishment. Which means she respected the pack’s desires and our intentions.”
“Mm-hmm,” she hums sleepily. “Good intentions.”
Noah chuckles. “Someone’s drunk on our knots.”
“Very. Yep. Good. ’Kay.” Her incoherent babble causes my lips to twitch.
She’s fucking adorable.
“Aurora,” Laz murmurs. “We’re going to cancel the meeting with your brother for tomorrow, as you’re clearly about to go into heat. Okay?”
Seems a little unfair to ask her that when she’s lost to her lustful state of mind. “Don’t want to see Gio like this,” she mutters. “Definitely not. Ugh.”
“So you want me to cancel the meeting?” Laz presses.
She releases a soft sound of agreement.
“I’m not going to insinuate that she’s in harm’s way,” I tell Laz. “I’ll just message to say she’s in estrus and we’ll reach out when she’s better.”
Laz looks at me.
“It was my life on the line,” I remind him before he can try to push his decisions on me. “This should be my choice, and I don’t want her brother punished this way. He’s already spent two days thinking we’re raping her. I’m not letting that continue.”
Lark winces, clearly not liking that word. “I’ve consented.”
“We know you have, pet,” Noah murmurs. “And you consented very well, too.”
Of course he would turn that word into something dirty.
I ignore him and focus on Laz, waiting for him to acknowledge my request and agree to it.
He dips his chin, giving me the go-ahead.
Yet I take great pleasure in saying, “Words, Laz. I expect words.”
He glares at me. “I consent to your choice,” he tells me through his teeth.
“Good boy.” I pat him on the ass and roll out of the nest before he can grab me.
His growl makes my cock throb with anticipation.
He hates to bottom.
Which is why I add, “And I’m taking your ass later. Since you offered it so sweetly.”
“I’m going to fucking destroy you, Johan.”
“Not anytime soon, since you and Noah are currently stuck inside our omega. Try to play nice while I go make some calls, hmm?”
I start to leave when I notice my laptop on the nightstand.
The laptop Lark commandeered.
Hmm. It would be much easier to just use that to send a note to Giovanni.
So I flip it open and start working my way through her login screens—all of which she’s cleverly redone.
For fun, I add a few layers of my own, knowing that she’s going to be pissed when she’s aware enough to play on this laptop again.
My dick hardens as I think about her growling in response to my antics.
We’re going to have a lifetime of playing in this manner, and I can’t fucking wait.
She moans on the bed, the two men starting to play with her once more while I work.
It’s hot and fuels me to type faster.
Your sister is going into heat, so we need to postpone our meeting.
We’ll be in touch in eight days or so. Just know that she’s in good hands, Giovanni.
You’re going to have to learn how to trust us…
now that we’re family and all. I’d show you the claim marks, but they’re in places you don’t want to see. Speak soon. —Johan
I send the message with a tap of my finger, aware that it’s coming through from Lark’s phone number.
Dots appear within seconds.
But I don’t bother to wait for his reply.
Instead, I fire off instructions to some of our crew, ensuring the compound is well armed and protected in case Giovanni decides to go on a suicide mission.
Then I rejoin my pack in the nest.
Where Lark is already being prepared to take me.
Noah says he wants to be in her pussy while I take her ass.
I tell him he can be wherever he wants, then settle behind her and lean down to finish preparing her with my own hands.
She’s a writhing mess, barely coherent, and begging for our knots.
But I ensure she’s cognizant enough when I kiss a path down her spine.
Her brown eyes meet mine as she glances over her shoulder, her cheeks pink from exertion.
“Ready, Ms. White?” I ask her, not just about my claim, but about the heat this bite is going to push her into.
“Yes, Mr. Aegean,” she breathes, the returned use of the nickname confirming she’s still with me.
So I sink my teeth into her pretty flesh as Noah drives into her from the front.
She moans my name, then his, and falls into a squirming mess of slick need.
It makes entering her from behind exceptionally easy.
And it forces my knot out of me so much faster than I anticipated.
But as I’m filling her with my seed, joining Noah in the throes of passion, I realize that this moment couldn’t be more perfect.
Because we finally found our hacker. The one who stole from us for a good cause. Hid from us for years. And finally allowed us to ensnare her in our web.
Our very own black widow.
A white hat.
Our omega.
Ours.