Chapter 17
Silver
I wake sometime later empty and frowning, already missing the feel of Haze’s knot lodged inside me, even while I slept.
Blinking my eyes open, I spy Haze sleeping peacefully beside me instead of over me, his arm slung over my chest as he breathes deeply. Smiling at him, positively giddy after taking him and his knot, crossing a barrier between him and his brother that makes me feel all kinds of gooey things, I reach a finger toward his face and run the fine touch of the tip over his nose and cheek.
“Better be careful. He’s a miserable bastard first thing after waking up,” Rage warns quietly from behind me, and it’s then that I feel the heat of his body lined against mine.
Grinning at Haze, I whisper, “I find that hard to believe. You’d be the miserable one if I were to hazard a guess between you both.”
Rage snorts and nuzzles into my neck. “Got us pegged already, huh?”
“From day one,” I assure, rolling over to face him, running my eyes over his messy chocolate hair, his stormy-blue eyes, and the twitch of his lips that I know to be a smile he’s hiding. Reaching my hand out to his face, I offer him the same treatment as I did his brother, trailing a feather-light touch over the bridge of his nose, across his cheeks, and over his lip, only for the bastard to playfully nip at me and make me flinch back with a laugh.
“That sound could cure the world, I’m convinced of it,” he whispers, finally letting that smile free, and I'll be damned if it doesn’t take my breath away. You’d think, because I’ve seen Haze smile enough that it wouldn’t make a difference if I didn’t see Rage’s, since they’re close to identical. Alas, there is a difference, proven now with the beauty that is Rage’s smile. Where his brother smiles with vibrancy and ease, Rage smiles with a quiet intensity, both beautiful in their own ways.
It’s breathtaking, and I can’t help but swipe my finger over Rage’s lips again, grinning slowly when the alpha starts purring and turning my insides to liquid.
“You should do this more,” I whisper, leaning in close enough to feel his body heat seep into mine. It’s only then that I notice he’s shirtless, only a pair of basketball shorts covering the lower half of his body while I’m still as naked as the day I came into the world. I expect to feel self-conscious or uncomfortable, lying here exposed and vulnerable, only I don’t. I’m more than comfortable lounging beside the alpha while his brother snoozes behind me. Completely at ease with the way Rage runs his eyes over me in a way that almost feels like a physical caress. There isn’t even an ounce of shame in me for lying naked with another alpha after receiving mind-shattering orgasms and a knot that felt divine from his twin brother and packmate.
I’m already missing the fullness, the way his knot stretched me further than I’ve ever been stretched before. Just the thought of taking Rage’s knot, of him fucking me in whichever way makes my toes curl, has my perfume leaking, exposing the fresh waves of arousal that creep in as I think of what happened between his brother and me.
“What are you thinking about?” Rage wonders quietly, ocean eyes intense as they roam over my face, still smiling at me. “Your scent just got stronger.”
Instead of answering with words, I raise my leg over his hip and draw myself closer to his body, noting that someone has cleaned me up while I slept. His hand falls to my thigh instantly, as though he can’t help but touch me, and I press my hands against his chest. His heartbeat is steady beneath my hand, his gaze watching me with almost the same level of intensity as Pace watches me.
Keeping my voice a low whisper, I confess, “I was thinking about taking a knot for the first time. How it felt, how different it was. I was thinking how I miss it already, how greedy I’m becoming.”
“Oh, yeah?” Rage teases, raising my leg higher over his hip before dragging my body closer until we’re pressed so closely that not even a slither of air could slip between us. “Tell me about it. How did it make you feel?”
I flash a grin, feeling my cheeks warm, not from embarrassment but a funny, little thrill that makes me shiver and lean in closer to Rage’s body heat. Trailing my hand up his bare chest, mapping every valley and dip, I lower my voice to a whisper and answer him. “It felt good. Right. Like my body was designed to take a knot. Like I was meant to feel that full, to be filled, coming and coming until I pass out satisfied and locked with my alpha.”
“Fuuuuck, Silver,” Rage growls deeply, right before he cups the back of my head and slams his mouth against mine in a bruising, ravishing kiss that I feel down to my very soul. He kisses me like a starved man who’s tasted food for the first time in years. Like I’m his favorite dessert. I fucking love it, kissing back with equal vigor and enthusiasm.
When he pulls back, his eyes are ablaze with desire, boring into me like he’s trying to brand me with a single look. His hands are roaming over my thighs, ass, and back, kneading and feeling, almost like he’s committing my body to memory, and I’m so distracted by his touch that I almost miss it when he asks, “You want that again, Sunshine? Because I know what I said earlier, but if you’re still tired, or if you need a break, I’m more than happy to have you pressed up against me while you relax and rest. I’m not in any rush, so long as I know I’ve got you and you’ve got me, too.”
My heart melts for the alpha right there and then, my smile softening as my body warms at his consideration. It’s that softness in his voice, the way his hands caress and hold me, that propels the decision I made before Haze knotted me for the first time.
With very little effort, I push Rage over, his eyebrows raising in shock. That shock quickly morphs into a smoldering look that sets my blood alight when I swing my leg over his waist and press my hands into his bare chest. “I promise, this is exactly what I want. You’re what I want.”
“Fuck,” he breathes, right before he surges up and kisses me again, an urgency in the way he presses his lips to mine.
Between frantic kisses and roaming hands, I mutter, “Your shorts? Need them gone.”
“Done,” he rushes, tugging himself free of both his shorts and boxers so quickly that I can’t help but grin down at him. As soon as he’s bare beneath me, I lower my body until my pussy glides over his long, thick shaft. I’m already wet with slick, just a brief conversation and the mere sight of Rage’s body sprawled out beneath me sending me into a maddening state of arousal, so it’s no wonder I manage to cover his cock from knot to tip with my slick.
I tease him with several rolls of my hips, watching the emotions filter over his face as though I’m watching my favorite movie reel. His eyebrows pinch and his mouth falls open with a groan, my heat grinding over him back and forth, offering friction but not enough to get off with.
“Silver, you’re driving me fucking crazy,” he growls, still quiet enough not to disturb his brother, but loud enough that I feel the vibration in his chest travel all the way down to where I’m rubbing against him.
Smirking, I nonchalantly tease, “How crazy?”
“Batshit,” he answers quickly, his hands falling to my hips, helping me slather my slick all over him with a tight hold that sends a thrill through me.
“How badly do you need me, Rage?” I breathe, watching him closely, his heated eyes watching where our bodies grind together.
“Desperately. Like my lungs need air. Like a flower needs fucking sunshine,” he gravelly declares, and I only pause momentarily, grinning like a mad woman on a power trip.
Placing a single hand on his chest, I reach the other between us, grasping his soaked cock as I notch the head at my entrance. Rage is already panting, his purr deepening, his eyes glued to the apex of my thighs.
Those stunning eyes snap to mine when I sink only an inch onto his shaft, pausing just to say, “Does that make you the flower to my sunshine?”
I impale myself on his rigid length just as I receive a blinding grin that fucks me up more than the fullness I feel as soon as I’m fully seated on him, his knot already swelling and rubbing against the sensitive flesh of my entrance.
Being considerate of our sounds flees just as quickly as it came, our combined pleasure too much to keep bottled, and I moan loudly as soon as my pussy is full and pulsing around Rage. His own groan echoes mine, merged with the wet sounds of our joining, creating a lewd melody that has my nipples tightening and my breath catching with desire.
“A queen on her fucking throne,” Rage grits, biting his lower lip as those stormy eyes scan me from head to toe, lingering on my heaving breasts and spending plenty of time staring at where his cock crudely stretches my core.
“It’s a pretty good throne,” I tease breathlessly, rolling my hips, testing the feel of him inside me and crying out when the tip of his shaft rubs against a spot inside me that has my toes curling.
Rage’s head falls back with a breathy grunt as my walls tighten around him, and he says, “Feel free to use me any fucking time you want, your highness.”
Oh, shit, I like that. My ego just doubled tenfold, and I have to stop myself from sitting straighter, regally claiming the throne he’s offering. Instead, I start fucking the alpha like the needy, greedy, little omega I’ve become. I’m stinking up the room with my perfume, almost like I’m scent marking the twins while they’re in my nest, and my body is producing enough slick that it takes very little effort to sink up and down on Rage’s hard cock.
“Ah, fuck, Silver. You feel so damn good,” he growls, fingers digging into my ass as he grows more aggressive, pulling me down on his shaft while his hips start pumping from below me.
Just as suddenly as I held the power between us, Rage steals it right back, and I’m more than happy to release the reins. I lean back against his raised knees, eyes reluctantly tearing away from the pleasure plastered over his handsome face, trailing down to watch the filthy scene between our legs.
I’m moaning and mewling as I watch his cock disappear into my pussy over and over, speeding up with every thrust. I can’t tear my eyes away, the sight of us fucking turning me on more and more the longer I watch. Before I know it, I feel the first tingles of an orgasm, and my walls begin tightening around Rage.
“That’s it, Sunshine. Clamp down on me. I want to feel you coming around me like you did for Haze,” he roughly commands, fucking me harder and dragging me down his length with deeper thrusts. “I want you gushing around me, soaking me until your scent is all over me. Think you can do that for me?”
I cry out, rolling my hips every time he pushes as deep inside me as he can, his knot teasing my entrance with every pump of his hips. “Yes. Oh my god, yes! ”
“That’s my girl. My good, little omega,” he grits, voice husky and deep and laced with so much arousal that it pushes me closer and closer to the ledge I’m desperate to fall over. “Come for me, Sunshine. Let go and come for me.”
As though his command held the key to unlocking my climax, I fall on his cock once more before I’m hit with a release that steals my breath and turns my vision white for all of five seconds before the room comes back to me. My pussy is fluttering around Rage with my release, and he’s making sounds that only prolong my climax, drawing it out until I’m shivering and shaking and panting for air.
“You want my knot, Silver?” he groans, still controlling my body to fuck me, rubbing his knot against my entrance.
I’m already nodding when my gaze collides with his, mouth parted with gasps and pants as I stare into his burning eyes. “I want everything you’re willing to give me, Rage. Every fucking thing.”
It’s all the confirmation he needs to allow gravity to do its thing. On the next thrust, he releases my hips enough that I sink down fully on his length, his bulging knot slipping into my body that locks down on him so tight that my moan turns into a garbled sound of pleasure as I’m hit with a fullness that sends my pleasure soaring to higher heights.
I’m coming around him before I even realize my body is trembling, my legs shaking with the force of it. Slick and cum gush from my pussy, the wet sounds practically pornographic as I grind against him, feeling his knot rubbing every sensitive spot inside me as I drag my release out as long as I can.
“Ah, fuck, I’m going to come, Silver. I’m going to fill you to bursting,” Rage rumbles, his voice nothing but a deep growl that sets the hairs on my body on end. It sets off another climax, a smaller but no less intense one, that steals my breath and drags Rage over the edge with me.
Groaning long and hard, Rage pulls me tight against him before he stills, grunting his release as he fills me with cum. I feel his cock twitch with every spurt, coating my insides with his release, the warmth filling me from head to toe.
We’re both panting, covered in sweat and staring into one another’s eyes as we come down slowly from the high. Rage’s hands are travelling over every bare inch of my skin like he can’t help it, like he has to touch me everywhere, and I moan softly at the back of my throat, enjoying the affectionate brushes of his fingers. I’m leaning against his raised knees, my body on full display to him, and he trails his burning stare over every inch as he catches his breath. “Stunning. And mine.”
“You better share, bro,” a sleep-ridden voice demands, and my head lolls to the side, finding Haze watching us with clear, ocean eyes which hold a heat in them that does things to my body. How the fuck can someone come so much, because I swear that look alone has me toeing the line of another orgasm without any friction.
Rage chuckles, jostling his body, his knot sending pleasure all through my body. A gasping moan escapes me as my eyes snap back to Rage, and he clamps his hands down on my hips, rolling my hips for me as he says, “I’ll share, brother. What do you say, Sunshine? You want to be shared?”
The slick pooling between us is as obvious an answer as my nod, and my attention is suddenly torn away from the twin locked snugly inside my pussy and pulled to the twin that raises to his knees and crawls until he’s positioned behind me. Haze is still beautifully bare, so I catch a front row view of his muscles contracting, his already hard cock bobbing with a lick of precum already pooled at his tip, and a flash of a glorious, plump ass as he finds a position between his brother’s legs, and I miss the sight as soon as it disappears.
Thankfully, Rage lowers his knees until I’m almost bent backwards, my gaze finding Haze’s upside-down grin that bleeds filth and depravity and all things sexy. My back is arched as I peer up at him, my tits pushed out with heaving breaths as if an offering that Rage accepts, his hands suddenly cupping them while his thumbs tease my nipples into points. While he plays, Haze reaches for my face, his own thumbs stroking my lower lip as I moan with every jostle and movement of Rage’s cock and knot still buried inside me.
Gaze filled with heat, Haze licks his lips before asking, “You ever taken a cock in that pretty, little mouth, gorgeous?”
I’m not exactly experienced in anything other than the actual act of sex, though I wouldn’t call myself an expert there, either. After I escaped my parents’ claw-like clutches, I only had one boyfriend, the beta who took my virginity. It was all very vanilla, missionary sex, no oral or foreplay.
So, I shake my head, and watch as Haze’s gaze grows impossibly darker, his blue eyes resembling the sky as it rages with a storm outside. With his thumb still rubbing my lower lip, he says, “Think that’s something you want? My cock rubbing against your tongue while you ride my brother into another orgasm that has you creaming around him?”
Well, fuck me, if I didn’t before, I certainly do now. As it was, the idea is far too appealing to turn down, and my mouth runs away from me before I can stop the words that pour out of me, “You fucking my mouth while I fuck Rage? Is that even a question?”
Rage chuckles from beneath me, and I feel the vibration through his cock, his knot lodging deeper inside me and making me cry out with a high, feminine whine. “Looks like she needs it, bro. Give her something else to do with that mouth instead of sassing us.”
Oh, fuck, yeah.
Haze wastes no time as he tilts my head back further with his left hand, my now loose hair cascading over Rage’s knees and pooling in my nest in a wave of white-blonde, pink, blue, and purple. His right hand is wrapped around his shaft, pumping slowly as he roughly commands, “Open that mouth for me, gorgeous. Show me your tongue.”
I do as I’m told, clenching around Rage at the groan his brother releases, and I feel Rage’s hands tighten on my hips before he starts grinding into me with a slow and steady pace. It’s maddening, moreso when Haze glides the tip of his shaft along my tongue, painting it with his precum before he sinks his length slowly into my mouth.
When he pulls back, I suck on his shaft, hollowing my cheeks, and a bone-jarring mixture of a groan and a growl leaves his mouth before he grunts, “You sure you haven’t given head before, Silver?”
I shake my head around his tip, one of my hands reaching for his ass and dragging his shaft back into my mouth, sucking him down as he sinks deeper.
“Fuck, I’m not going to last long, gorgeous. That mouth is as killer as your pussy,” he grinds through gritted teeth, all while Rage grunts and groans as he starts fucking into me as best as he can with his knot lodged inside me.
I’m moaning like a porn star around Haze’s length, taking him deeper and deeper until he’s hitting the back of my throat. It’s how he learns about my lack of gag reflex, and it’s with my first swallow around him that he loses his shit. Suddenly, he’s fucking my mouth like a man possessed, and I love every dirty second of him. My moans grow louder, sloppy slurps of my mouth joining the soaked sounds between my legs as Rage fucks me into a needy mess once more.
“I’m going to come down that perfect throat, Silver. Shit,” Haze grunts, just as Rage sinks impossibly deeper inside me, setting off fireworks in my body.
I’m damn near screaming around Haze’s shaft as I explode into a million tiny, omega pieces, coming so hard that I’m convinced I black out for a few seconds. I vaguely hear Rage bellow his own release, filling my pussy with more cum than it can handle, the overflow spilling over where we’re joined.
Like a chain reaction, Haze thrusts only twice more before he’s spurting down my throat like promised. I swallow every drop, my throat working double time to take every drop. It’s a futile effort, because the guy comes so much that it spills from the corners of my mouth, despite my greedy swallows.
As soon as I’ve taken every drop, Haze emptying himself down my throat with sexy, little grunts and groans, he pulls free and collapses into the nest beside his brother, breathing hard and covered in sweat. Rage is in the same state, panting for air while he continues to cling to me like I’m a raft in a stormy sea he’s trapped in.
My body is completely lax as I remain sprawled over his legs, and he breathlessly chuckles before dragging my body up and over his. I land sprawled over Rage’s chest, body trembling with aftershocks as I tuck my head beneath his chin. He bands his arms around my body for a sweet snuggle, pressing a kiss to my head that melts me from the inside out, and I sigh a content sound that makes both twins chuckle.
Opening my eyes, I find Haze watching me with a fond smile, and I’m grinning back when he declares, “Oh yeah, we’re keeping you, gorgeous.”
Snuggling deeper into Rage’s chest and sighing when he starts purring, the vibration rattling the side of my face in the best way, I wink at the alpha and claim, “That sounds really good to me.”
Haze flashes a pleased grin before he, too, starts purring. Together, the twins lull me straight back to sleep, my mind lost in a sex haze that sends me into a deep sleep once more. Before I succumb, I think I hear Rage whisper to his brother, “No doubt she’s ours now.”
I’m smiling as I drift away, still locked on Rage’s knot while I lose myself to dreams of three sexy alphas, an addictive omega, and an annoyingly handsome and infuriating beta.