Chapter 18
Crawford
Soundly asleep in the back seat, wearing a borrowed sweater from Barnes and her usual gym shorts when she’s not dressed to perfection for work, Zira cuddles the blanket from the back of the couch, her nose pressed firmly into the material she claims smells like us all.
“Never thought a sleeping woman could look so cute before,” my brother jokes, turning back around from his seat after staring at the aforementioned cutie as she rests her eyes after an early rise from bed this morning.
Since she didn’t get to sleep until well into the early hours of the morning, Laz and Barnes keeping her very, very occupied if the sounds I could hear echoing down the damned hallway was anything to go by, it’s no wonder she fell asleep so soon into the journey to the lake house. She only managed to hear me explain we’d rather spend the opening day of our new tech store with her, at a quiet and peaceful location, with just nature for company, than heading to Tokyo again. Our team back there can handle it all, as they have done in the past. They don’t really need us there and, if there’s something they need a hand with, they can call the office. It’s about time Mac and I finally take some time away from growing an empire, and doing that with Zira is the best way to go about it.
“You’re telling me,” I agree, because Zira is many things, and a cute sleeper is definitely one of them.
Checking on her in the rear view mirror, I find her with her hood tucked over her messy waves of fiery hair, the blanket tucked against her face as she leans her head against the window, missing the scenery as it flies by. Her lips have formed a pout as she dreams, her cheek slightly squished by the blanket, emphasizing the fullness of her biteable lips.
“Should we wake her before we get there, or when we pull up?” Mac queries, glancing at our omega as though he can’t keep his eyes off her for too long.
I can relate.
Every five minutes or less I find myself checking the mirror for her, as though I’m worried she’s going to suddenly disappear from the back seat. But there she remains, asleep and blissfully unaware that there are two alphas constantly watching her because they can’t get enough.
“I say let her sleep. We’re only ten minutes out, and I know those two assholes kept her up way too late last night,” I grumble, though not out of jealousy, but envy. Since Mac and I are stealing her away for a long-weekend getaway to make up for the time we’ve missed spending with her, Laz and Barnes played dibs on monopolizing her time last night. Alek was out of the running since he already has his time with her, but it didn’t stop him from grumbling about the unfairness of things when he wasn’t allowed to play rock, paper, scissors to win Zira’s time and attention. When Laz and Champ battled it out, they came to a tie, so they decided to simply lock Zira away with them together.
“You heard it, too, huh?” Mac groans, blushing already.
Nodding as I take the next turn, I roll my eyes. “Was hard not to hear. Our girl is a screamer.”
“Maybe invest in some earplugs if the sound of me orgasming is a bother to you,” the cheeky, little omega teases from behind me, and I flicker my eyes to the back seat, finding her smirking and already watching me with sparkling, minty-green eyes and a red mark on her beautiful face.
“On the contrary, pretty girl,” I correct, smirking at her. “I actually enjoy those sounds you make. I just wish they were caused by me. Instead, I was forced to listen to you three having the time of your life while fighting the urge to jack off to those sweet moans and wall-shaking screams I didn’t know you could make.”
As expected, a blush burns up her neck and into her cheek, my words shutting her up real quick, though she does bite her lip to hide the smile I can see glittering in her eyes.
It’s just as I turn my focus back on the road once more that my omega chirps, “Maybe you’ll get your chance to witness the live show. If you play your cards right, that is.”
I damn near swerve the car, my hands clamping down tight to the steering wheel as Mac grabs at the ‘oh shit’ handle as he laughs, his cheeks burning as brightly as Zira’s. As soon as I’m sure the car won’t end up in a ditch because my omega stunned me into forgetting I’m driving with precious cargo, I glance at her and find her grinning madly at me, clearly enjoying my reaction.
Shaking my head slowly, my lips pulling up into a feral smirk, I warn, “Just you wait until we get to the house. I’ll have you screaming in no time.”
“Promises, promises,” she quips, right before she shuts her eyes once more and sighs as though she didn’t just pose a challenge that I will absolutely win.
***
Mac is laughing hysterically as he stands by and watches as I dangle Zira over the dock, her feet hovering over the chilly lake water as she screams and laughs, begging for mercy.
“Does this mean I win?” I ask her, my lips brushing her ear as my arms stay banded around her waist while I hold her back to my front, her feet kicking rapidly at the air as though that will move me.
“You win! I yield, I yield,” she surrenders, laughing so hard that her laughter morphs into a long, drawn-out wheeze that has me laughing right along with her.
“Are you going to keep issuing challenges that you have no chance of winning?” I push, grinning widely as she inhales just to start laughing all over again.
“We all could have won if you hadn’t nabbed me the moment I got out of the car and threatened me with a cold dunk in the lake,” she points out through her chortles, posing a very good point. But I figure we have five days with our omega to make her scream in the ways she was teasing, so why not get her back for teasing while I was driving. I spent the remaining ten minutes of the car ride sporting a hard on, and based on the way Mac kept shuffling in an attempt to get comfy in his seat, she had the very same effect on him.
“Where’s the fun in that?” I goad, pretending to drop her, only to catch her as she screams and laughs so loud that she scares a flock of birds from their perch in a nearby tree.
“It would have been tons of fun. Tons of sexy, sweaty, and filthy fun,” she informs through panting breaths and bouts of laughter.
Grinning, I pull my head back and grin over at Mac. “Hear that, brother? Zira wants sexy, sweaty, filthy fun.”
As predicted, he blushes, but he doesn’t back down from the idea. Instead, his eyes fall on Zira and he says, “I’ve changed my mind. I like her idea better.”
“See? Someone sees sense,” she wheezes, wriggling in an attempt to get free despite hovering over the frigid lake.
Sighing as though I’m absolutely put off with my plans being thwarted, I pull her away from the lake and grumble, “No matter which plan we went with, it would have gotten you wet.”
“Oh my god,” she pants, her chuckles tapering off before she says, “Well, you definitely made me scream. Touché, Crawford Hart. Touché.”
Carrying her back to my brother, who only stands five feet away, I press a kiss to her neck and tease, “How about we make you scream in the good kind of way now?”
I hear her breath catch, but the little minx opts to play hard to get instead, sassing, “After you just held me over the lake like a criminal? Absolutely not.”
“I didn’t do it. Am I also excluded from the original plan?” my shithead brother asks, smirking at me as I glare at him without an ounce of annoyance.
Distracted by the betrayal, Zira manages to wriggle free until she finds her feet, landing on the ground with a muted thud before she skedaddles out of my reach. That’s fair. We’ve been here for ten minutes already and five of those were spent with me threatening her with a dip in the lake.
Flashing me a sassy grin, Zira saunters up to my brother with her wild mane of copper hair flowing down her back and over her shoulders, her cheeks bright red and beautiful, and she decrees, “You helped orchestrate this sneak attack. It’s a shame really. I had a lot of plans for the two of you. I guess it’s just going to be me and my fingers for the next five days then.”
My face slackens, any emotion I was wearing falling away as her words hit me, right before an inferno of arousal rushes through me with its scalding touch. I’m hard in an instant, even though I’m not completely sure I stopped being hard since before getting out of the car. Mac looks just as stunned and turned on, his eyes heating quickly as he stares at Zira, his lower lip tucked between his teeth.
She seems affected, too, her perfume carrying with the gentle wisps of wind that teases her hair, but before either me or my brother can grab her, the maddening omega turns and makes a run for it, running up the small incline that will lead her straight to the house.
A growl bubbles in my chest before I can stop it, and I share a quick look with Mac, seeing the same thing in his eyes reflected back at me. He nods once, and we’re both suddenly giving in to the urge to chase.
We’re rushing after Zira in a matter of seconds, chasing after her as she squeals with surprise and doubles her efforts when she realizes she’s started something with two alphas that have been desperate for her since the moment I knocked her with a door and broke her phone.
She doesn’t get far, not with her little legs and mine and Mac’s longer limbs, but she gives it a really good try. Mac catches her just as she reaches the first step that will lead her into the porch of the over the top lake house we frequent a few times every year, hauling her over his shoulder as she yelps with shock before she starts laughing.
Breathlessly and hanging down Mac’s back, she asks, “Is this where we get to the fun part now, or am I going to be tortured some more?”
“Oh, you’re going to be tortured, pretty girl,” I promise, a feral-feeling grin now plastered on my face, a rush of adrenaline burning through my veins. “But you’re going to love every fucking second of it.”
And then Mac spanks her ass loud enough that the sound bounces off the trees, echoing all around us, before it’s followed by a sharp inhale and a soft moan from the omega who suddenly turns limp on my brother's shoulder.
Ah, so my girl likes to be spanked. That’s a very interesting thing to know.
While Mac rubs at her ass to soothe the pain of his palm against her rounded globes, he uses his other hand to unlock the door, his hand shaking slightly as he tries to pierce the lock with the key. He manages it without making it obvious that the adrenaline rushing through him is causing a tremble, my own hands just as shaky, like seeing my omega running from me and starting a chase has set off something inside me I’ve never felt before.
There’s a new burning need boiling through my chest, a bone deep desperation that hooks into me and drags me toward my omega as she’s carried through the now open threshold of the lavish lake house.
Apparently, the same feelings are gunning through Mac, because as soon as he has the door open, he bypasses the tour entirely and carries her straight to the stairs where he takes them two at a time.
Zira is laughing as she bobs up and down on his shoulder, clueless to the animals she’s just unleashed, and I don’t bother fighting the grin that breaks free across my face. She’ll find out soon enough what causing a chase will result in, and the anticipation of it wrecks me in the best way possible.
As soon as Mac reaches the door to my room, the closest of the two of ours, he’s striding right to the bed where he launches Zira smack bang into the middle of it. She bounces with a breathless laugh, her legs falling open to bring a wave of her perfuming scent of banana split, squirty cream, and thick caramel.
The moment she’s sprawled on the bed, it’s almost like an animalistic switch in my brain is fully flipped, and a growl bubbles up in my chest as I stare at the beauty who played with the beasts and is about to learn the consequences of those actions. I’ve never been in a rut before, but there’s no denying that’s what this is. The burning need, the desperation, the ache in my gums for a bite that I want more than my next breath, it’s all consuming and it takes everything in me not to let it all override every rational thought.
Mac doesn’t seem to be faring much better, his whole body trembling with a suppressed need, and his voice comes out rough, gritty, and fucking unhinged as he damn near snarls, “Zira, you need to slowly leave this room if you’re not ready for what you just unleashed.”
He sounds so unlike himself that Zira gasps, a sweet, sexy little sound that does nothing to stave off the impending rut my brother and I are fighting. Swallowing hard and rubbing her legs together as though there’s an ache there she’s trying to appease, her hungry gaze darts between me and my brother before she breathes, “And what have I unleashed?”
Swallowing the dark rumble in my chest, I grind, “I didn’t realize seeing my omega running away from us would bring on a rut, but that’s what’s happening right now, pretty girl. And if you’re not ready for that, then you need to carefully slip through that door. Otherwise, you won’t be leaving for however long it takes to mark you up and make you ours. Officially.”
“Officially?” she asks with a tremor in her voice, though there isn’t an ounce of fear coming from her. The opposite, actually. There’s undeniable need to her tone, a close desperation to the feeling blazing through me like a wildfire. “As in, you think you’ll bond with me?”
“Don’t think. Know,” Mac answers shortly, jaw clenched as though he’s putting up a good fight in keeping himself pinned to the floor where he stands. “But you need to make up your mind, starlight. If you leave, we’ll shake this off and start again tomorrow. If you stay? You’re going to have my teeth buried in your flesh and bonded to me for the rest of our lives.”
He poses it like a threat. Or a warning. One that Zira only takes a second to consider before she sits up in the bed, reaches for the hoodie, and tears it from her body like it’s offended her. She follows it with her sports bra, slinging it across the room until she’s bare from the waist up, her petite breasts now on display to my hungry gaze. Her dusky nipples are pointed, taut with desire, and my mouth waters with a heady need to lave at them. To suck and bite them until I lure out those noises I heard last night.
Then our omega distracts me when she kicks off her sneakers and socks before hooking her fingers into the waistband of those itty bitty shorts that slay me, slowly but surely tugging them down until she’s kicking them away with her panties, leaving her entirely bare and beautiful to my devouring gaze.
It’s when she leans back onto her elbows, displaying her body for us like a prize to be won, that she parts her thighs and whispers, “Do your worst.”
One glance at her slick-covered core, and we’re fucking goners. I have no idea which of us moves first, my brother or me, but we’re stripped and climbing the bed in record time, Zira’s wild eyes taking in each of us quickly but thoroughly. As she does, her perfume thickens even more, filling my room with her sweet, sugary aroma. Her chest begins to heave with her shallow breaths, and I dip my head with no warning to suck one of her nipples in my mouth.
I’m rewarded with her cry of relief and a pulse of her perfume, and I growl against her turgid nipple as I suck hard.
“Ford, fuck!” she cries, her hand finding the back of my head and tugging me closer, as though she’s trying to pull me impossibly closer.
The purr that rattles through my chest is choppy and rough, vibrating through my whole body, joined quickly by Mac’s own purr that matches mine. Zira’s hand tightens in the back of my hair, gripping as she cries out once more, her head falling back to reveal the expanse of her neck. My mouth waters around her nipple, a baser desire to bite coiling through my chest as I watch the pulse in her neck flutter rapidly.
Before I can lunge and bind the omega to me for life, the bed jostles as Mac joins us. He’s purring loudly, but doesn’t utter a single word. I’m not sure either of us could at this point, resorting now to grunts, growls, and snarls, the rut setting in and stealing our sanity with very little effort.
It’s only when Zira moans that a niggle of curiosity bleeds through the fog in my mind. My mouth pops off her swollen nipple wet with my saliva and I flash a sharp grin at the sight before looking down the length of her goddess-like body to find my brother probing at her entrance, gathering the slick heat pooled between her legs before sinking three fingers into her body at once.
“Shit,” she cries, head snapping up to look down her body to watch what Mac is doing to her, right before her head falls back with another shattered moan that makes both me and my twin smile. She’s blushing from the apples of her cheeks all the way down to her heaving breasts, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. It’s just as good as when she haggardly moans, “Oh my god, Mac.”
He growls in response, right before he starts pumping his fingers in and out of her body before she’s adjusted to his intrusion. Not that she seems to need it, her legs falling further apart before her hips start rising to meet every thrust of his fingers.
I’ve never been more turned on in my life, so unhinged for a woman that my need fuels every move as I climb off the bed and prowl to where her head is lying close to the edge. I don’t warn her before I drag her back to the edge, her head now hanging over the side of the bed, her wild eyes wide with shock and something intoxicating and addictive. Then she goes and licks her lips as those eyes wander down my body, still moaning and gasping as Mac chases her body with a snarl and continues to fuck her pussy with his fingers, jostling her body with every thrust into her body.
My blood is boiling beneath my skin with blissful agony, watching as she takes what my brother is giving her, but it’s not enough. I need more. I need it all.
So, trying to keep my touch gentle enough not to hurt her, I cup the sides of her face and grit, “Open.”
She takes the command beautifully, parting those full lips not a second later, and the purr in my chest intensifies with satisfaction when her breaths pant over my leaking cock, my knot already swollen and begging to slot inside her body as I come inside her with my seed buried in her flesh.
Releasing one hand from her face, I use it to press the tip against her lower lip, entranced as she licks the precum I’ve lined over her lip before moaning long and hard, her eyelashes fluttering closed as her mouth parts wider for me.
I don’t waste a second, stepping closer before feeding her my cock one inch at a time, sinking as deep as I can go before she gags on my length, her throat convulsing around my rock-hard cock. Groaning roughly, I pull back just to give her a chance to catch her breath, right before I sink back into her hot, wet mouth. When she doesn’t gag a second time, groaning around my cock as her body jerks harder, I start fucking her mouth slowly as I lift my eyes up in time to watch Mac pick up the speed of his fingers.
He’s pumping them harder and faster, jerking her body enough that her tits bounce and her mouth sinks up and down my cock without me having to thrust too much. It’s like heaven and hell all at once, her mouth the sweetest thing I’ve felt but not enough. I want more. I fucking need it.
Snarling down at her, I start pumping my hips harder, almost choking her with my cock while I watch Mac’s fingers disappear in and out of her until she’s shouting around my length as her whole body stills before jerking wildly with her first orgasms.
I yank my length out of her mouth just in time for her to shatter with a beautiful mewl, the sound of her slick gushing against Mac’s hand only serving in sending me deeper into a baser need that rides me hard enough that I don’t wait for her to come down from the first climax before I’m wrangling her away from Mac and positioning her in the perfect position for me to bury my face between her thighs.
Her next moan is cut off before it fully forms as I devour her without hesitation. There’s no buildup as I ravage her, stealing every drop of her slick and cum as I look up the length of her body and find her mouth full with Mac’s fingers that had just brought her to climax.
He keeps them there as I lick, suck, and bury my tongue inside her delectable pussy, and I don’t stop until she’s choking on Mac’s fingers when she finds another climax, tipping over the edge so sweetly that a rumble of satisfaction trembles through my chest.
Before I’m done sating my need for her flavour on my tongue, lapping at her orgasm as she gushes with slick and cum, soaking my face and the bed beneath her, Mac is wrangling her into a new position that I have no arguments about.
Just as he lies down, he tugs Zira’s trembling body onto his lap, his hand already grasping at his swollen knot. He guides Zira’s body over his length, positioning the tip at her entrance before allowing gravity to do its thing, and I growl as I watch her sink down on him without an ounce of resistance. She takes him right to the knot, her pussy swallowing him like it was designed to do just that, her head falling back as she makes sounds that has my arousal notching up a few degrees.
I can’t stand to watch and not touch any longer, though, so I haul myself back onto the bed, positioning myself behind her as soon as I’m close enough. I press my front to her back, gripping her waist just as she begins gyrating her hips, grinding down on Mac’s knot without taking it. All the while, she’s making sweet fucking sounds that mingle with Mac’s grunts and groans, her body fueling his own pleasure as she fucks him slowly.
Needing the same pleasure, I run my hands up and down her slim waist, feeling the buttery smooth flesh beneath my demanding hands as I drag them lower and lower until I find her clit with one hand and her slit with the other. She’s stretched beautifully around Mac’s cock, seeping slick around him as her body lubricates his length enough to give her pleasure as she rocks on top of him.
While she’s riding my brother, I gather her slick in one hand as the other circles her clit. I purr roughly when she comes close to screaming as pleasure has her body jerking on Mac’s shaft. He growls harshly, hands clamping down on her hips, veins popping in his neck as he fights not to rut into her from below. It’s a wasted effort, because when I rub Zira’s clit with the right amount of pressure and she detonates for a third time, Mac loses what’s left of his sanity and starts fucking Zira’s tight pussy like a wild beast. He’s thrusting in and out of her body while I play with her clit, fuelling her wails of pleasure as my brother prolongs her orgasm with his rough fucking.
I watch with rapt attention as Zira sinks lower and lower with every upward pump of Mac’s hips, and I lean in with a rough, husky voice as I demand, “Lock down. Take his knot.”
“Oh, fuck,” she cries, right before it quickly turns into a chant. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
And then she’s screaming the fucking house down with the sexiest damned sounds as she finally drops onto Mac’s knot and her body locks down on him. She’s squirting her release all over him again as he knots her, their bodies linked together snugly as she creams all around him while her screams turn silent and her body convulses as she rides the waves of her release.
While she’s bearing down on Mac’s knot, I gather more of her slick and cum on my fingers, coating my shaft with it. I rumble with pleasure as I wetten myself in her scent, laving my shaft from knot to tip, before I finally pull my fingers away from her swollen clit. With that same hand, I press it into her back, pushing her forward with a gentle force that sends her sprawling across Mac’s chest, panting and shaking and looking absolutely wrecked. But not wrecked enough. I won’t stop until she’s wearing our bond marks and passes the fuck out all the way until Friday.
So, as she’s trembling against my brother, I shuffle closer and use my hand to press my slick-lubed cock to the puckered hole not occupied by my brother’s dick and knot. Zira tenses instantly, but Mac purrs as soon as he senses her discomfort, his arms banding around her back to hug her to his body as he pushes his face into the crook of her neck.
Zira relaxes almost immediately, and I take advantage of the moment, pressing the head of my shaft inside the tight hole I briefly wonder if any other man has broached. Based on the way she tenses but makes no move to object or stop me, I’d say this was her first time taking an alpha’s length in her ass.
That thought alone turns me fucking rabid, and I grit my teeth through growls and groans as I grip her hips tight enough to leave bruises as I gradually sink inside her tight channel.
“Good girl,” I snarl as soon as I’ve bottomed out, Zira’s tense frame now languid and liquid on top of Mac as he teases her neck with his teeth. “Good fucking girl.”
She moans loudly, and I take that as my cue to mean she’s perfectly adjusted. So, with a pace that starts off slow but quickly turns into a mind-shattering speed that has my balls tightening and a tingle zipping down my spine, I start fucking into Zira’s ass like a man possessed.
The room is suddenly filled with Zira’s screams of pleasure as I pound into her roughly, her sobbing cries fueling my movements. The slap of my flesh against hers and the wet squelching sound of her grinding against Mac’s knot with every one of my thrusts that jerks her body sends me soaring closer and closer to my release, and I start snarling wildly as I thrust in and out of Zira’s ass.
“Gonna come. Fuck,” Mac growls before licking a long stripe over Zira’s neck.
She’s wild between us, bucking and grinding, and chasing another release that I feel tightening her body in all the best ways.
When her orgasm finally crashes into her, I thrust hard and fast, sinking my knot deep into her tight channel and bellowing loudly as she clamps down on me, locking me inside her body and dragging out my own climax as she falls over the edge with me following directly behind her.
I’m rutting into her from behind while Mac ruts into her pussy from beneath her with feral sounds that leave both of our mouths, the two of us spilling our cum into her body with rapid spurts that fill her to bursting. Cum spills out of her holes and onto the bedding, joining the slick and her own release, while we grind into her over and over again as we finally lose ourselves to our desire for our omega.
We’re nothing but snarling animals, marking her with our scent and seed, when she breathlessly cries out, “Bite. Bite me!”
Mac doesn’t hesitate, gripping the back of her neck before he yanks her to him and sinks his teeth right into the fleshy park between her shoulder and neck with a mixture of a groan and a roar. I do the same, leaning over her back to reach her shoulder blade, burying my teeth into her skin and breaking the surface with an animalistic growl that vibrates through me and into her.
At the very same time, we mark our omega and bond her, sinking our teeth deep into her once scar-free body and latching on while she rocks through a smaller but no less intense orgasm as we tie her to us for the rest of our lives.