Chapter 22 - Jett
Chapter twenty-two
Jett
I kiss up Iris’s legs, taking time to worship every inch of her. During her heat, she needed us, needed to be rutted and knotted. Her Omega demanding to be filled and bred until she passed out and started the cycle over again.
She was beautiful and soft, pliant beneath all of us, and pleading. This Iris, the one not clouded by heat, is equally as stunning, but I like that she’s here and fully present. That her eyes are clear and I can enjoy this moment, one I’ll only get this once.
The bites my pack gave her has increased her sex drive, and her perfume is like a drug.
My cock is hard and ready. I suck and bite her slick inner thigh, her hands are gripping the tips of my hair to try and pull me up.
I hum a laugh and continue to play, not giving in.
She whines, annoyed, but I explore every curve and inch of her, tracing my tongue over the perfect imperfections of her skin.
The intoxicating smell of her pussy has me delirious, but I ignore the pang of my knot and drag my teeth over her quivering muscles.
“Jett,” she moans and wriggles. “Touch me now, I need it.”
I look up at her from between her legs. “Touch you where, star?”
“You know where. I don’t want to beg.” She parts her legs further in invitation, slick and the cum of my packmates making her messy. I do what Mateo had done before me, and start to push their seed back in.
She sighs at the feel of my fingers inside her, and I insert them further. There’s a squelching sound that makes her full body blush, but I don’t stop. I use my other hand to play with her overly sensitive clit and she tries to close her legs.
“Don’t, Iris. Keep them open.”
She drops them back open and I move my fingers faster, curling them so I stroke her G-spot.
Her toes curl and her back arches off the bed.
Faster and faster I go, her strawberry scent becoming thicker and stronger as she approaches her orgasm.
The next time we do this I’m going to handcuff her to my bed and use a vibrator on her clit, but my fingers will do for now.
“Jett!” Her inner muscles tense. “Jett! Fuck, Jett!” She sounds panicked and I pretend not to know why. I stroke her harder yet, and when I know her release is about to happen, I gently pinch her clit.
Her cum soaks my fingers and down my wrist, dripping onto the bed. I would take time to enjoy the fruit of my labor any other day, but my cock is hard and ready, knot swollen and needy just like her pussy.
I slip my fingers from her, and with lightning speed flip her over onto her belly. I slide home in one long thrust, knot and all. My hips slap against her ass and she screams in pleasure, hand flying back to grip my backside.
“Oh, Jett!” she moans, arching her butt back to take me deeper.
“You’re so wet, Iris. So full of your packs cum, aren’t you?”
“Yes, so full. I love it.”
My heart flips and I pull back so my knot almost comes all the way out before I thrust back in. “You want my cum, star? My bite?” I push her hair aside and lick at the nape of her neck.
She shivers, squeezing her pussy around my cock in an attempt to catch my knot.
“Do it, Jett. I need it. All of it. Make me yours.”
I place my forearm to where she can reach it, and with one last rough thrust my knot locks into place. “You’re already mine, Iris Walker.”
I come with a growl, my teeth biting into her flesh. She does what I hoped and bites into my forearm, right over a cluster of star tattoos. It’s everything I could have dreamed of and more.
I lick at her bite to help it heal and she does the same to mine, feeling the strength and joy of her bond actualize in my chest. Like the north star to guide me home.
When our orgasms subside, I turn us to our sides and kiss her neck. She releases my knot and Wilder, Mateo, and Augie move into a cocoon around her. Wilder at her front, Augie and Mateo finding a space between her legs and near her head.
Our scents all twine together and the warmth of Iris buzzes through our pack bond, making it complete. No one speaks, but no words are needed. We’re all together, Iris is ours, and Pack Quinn is better for it.