Chapter 55
55
DASH
With our help, Briar splays out on her back and sighs, content for the time being with the attention we’re giving her.
Ronan’s tense as he takes hold of Briar’s legs and spreads them as far as they’ll go, revealing her swollen, wet pussy.
“I won’t last much longer,” he warns us.
Or her. I’m not sure.
It won’t matter either way.
We don’t need him to last longer than it takes for him to mark her.
The rest of us are eager to swap him out.
Desperate, more like.
Goddamn feral.
“You’ll mark me now?” Briar asks, blinking quickly as if trying to clear her mind enough to pay attention to this moment.
Landon crouches beside the bed.
He uses the very tips of his fingers to comb her hair back out of her face.
“Do you still want us to mark you?”
Her throat jumps with a thick swallow.
“Yes. I want that more than anything.”
The confirmation is what we all needed.
Ronan paws at her thigh and guides it around his waist before he slides inside of her again.
I watch with wide eyes, still growing used to this situation.
It’s not taboo, exactly.
We’re pack, and this is what pack does with their omega.
It’s just new. I know every side of these men besides the one they’re showing right now.
His rough exhale is followed by her moan.
Briar takes the entire thick length of him without struggle.
Even the piercings go in easy, and my cock responds to that.
I give it a tight stroke and release a puff of air that sears my throat.
“Ronan will go first. Then Jasper. Is that okay with you?” Landon asks, continuing to pet her hair as her body rocks with Ronan’s slow thrusts.
A small, needy noise is her only reply.
Ronan tugs her closer, her ass sliding down the mattress.
The new position allows for her head to hang slightly off the bed, her throat bared.
Jasper settles back at the edge of the bed and pushes his dick into her open mouth.
Lashes fluttering, Briar closes her eyes and moans around him, her throat bulging when he pushes past too far, and she gags.
Landon swallows loud enough to be heard over the fierce smack of skin and Briar’s sucking while bringing his hand to her breasts and giving each one a soft squeeze.
He’s the only one of us with clothes on, and I know he’s keeping that boundary on purpose.
“Fuck,” Ronan rasps, palming Briar’s stomach.
“I need to knot her soon.”
She moans around Jasper while Landon pulls her nipple between his fingers and twists softly.
I tighten my hold on my shaft and slow my strokes, not having realized how fast they’d gotten.
“She’s close,” Landon says, eyes stuck on Briar.
I move closer, nearly leaning over onto the mattress.
“Are you close, Bright Eyes? Are you going to soak Ronan’s knot again?”
Jasper falls forward over Briar, barely managing to catch himself with a hand on the bed when she whimpers.
“Stop,” he begs us, expression tight.
“I don’t want to come down her throat.”
A dainty, hot hand folds over the one I have around my cock.
I drop my head to stare as Briar takes me into her hand and tries to use her other hand to swat mine away.
Releasing my shaft, I press forward into her hold and bury my teeth in my lip to silence the grunt that’s trying to escape.
Landon’s chest vibrates, low groans building inside of it but barely escaping through his clenched teeth.
I look at Ronan and wait for him to notice me before nodding.
Thank fuck he seems to understand why I’m nodding in the first place.
“Are you ready, Briar?” he asks tightly.
She pops off Jasper’s cock and cries out while trying to push herself up and closer to him.
It’s impossible in this position, and before she can get too upset by that, Jasper’s there, coaxing her back down with a hand on her shoulder.
“Mark me, Ro. Please!”
The primal part of his brain seems to take over in response to her demand.
He snarls low, a warning for the rest of us to stay back while he bundles her up in his arms. They fall backward together, Ronan holding her in his lap.
Briar bears down on him, her head thrown back as the rest of us watch her pussy stretch around the entirety of his knot and tuck it inside her walls.
Ronan roars in pleasure before grabbing her face in his huge hand and looking into her eyes, seeking final approval.
Tears stream down her cheeks as she nods and clutches him just as tight.
Then, he’s bringing his mouth to the side of her throat and sinking his teeth into the smooth flesh.
brIAR
It only hurts for a second.
For one frantic heartbeat, I feel the sting of his teeth breaking skin.
And then . . . peace.
Love . Adoration and yearning.
I can almost see the glowing chord between us, calling me closer to the big, intimidating alpha with the buzzed head and loud motorbike.
The same one who bought me a custom leather jacket, shimmering helmet, and calls me Petal, something delicate and, to some, even treasured.
A symbol of the unrestricted care he offers me, even back when we first met.
It’s a moment of clarity in the hours that I’ve been underwater, my ears muted and senses overrun by the omega living in my soul.
I can see the men around me, hear their voices, and feel their hands on my warm skin when Ronan releases my throat.
Jasper, guarding my back and stroking my damp neck.
Dash, hovering and watching, learning while whispering reassuring words.
And Landon, my damaged pack leader, standing off to the side, still dressed and watching me with such a startling certainty that I whine, signalling that I want him close, even now.
“I love you. I love you. I love you,” Ronan murmurs, dragging his tongue up my cheek, collecting my tears.
I don’t hesitate to repeat the words to him.
“I love you.”
“You feel . . .”
“So do you.”
There’s nothing else to say.
Not until I drop my head to the curve of his neck and skim my teeth along it, waiting.
“Do it, Petal. I want everyone to know who I am and who I belong to,” he bites out, tensing in anticipation.
In a blink, I dig my teeth in, piercing the skin just enough for my mark to stay forever.
His knot swells, locking us together as I sob into his throat, pleasure racking through me as I come.
I swipe my tongue along the bite mark before kissing it gently and pulling back enough for our eyes to meet.
He’s not only here across from me but inside my chest, our souls connected in a way that didn’t seem possible months ago.
The swell of disbelief that tingles in the back of my mind isn’t mine.
It’s his, and I search for it, watching it grow when I smile and reach up to touch the mark on my neck.
Ronan presses forward with his hips.
His knot tugs at where we connect, and I coo at the sensation, the threat of falling back into a haze hanging above me on a fraying rope.
“Do you want to take a break?” Landon asks.
“No!” It comes out more alarmed than I meant it to.
My walls clamp around Ronan in agreement.
I start to lean back, wanting to be on my back.
Jasper’s hands move along my naked skin to help me fall backward until I’m splayed out in the same position as before Ronan knotted me.
Landon’s at my side instantly, his hand sweeping up and down my middle before returning to its place on my breast. “As soon as Ronan’s knot can slip free, it’s Jasper’s turn, Haven. He’s going to fill you up and mark your skin as soon as possible, okay?”
“All of you,” I argue without thinking.
The cramps are back, beginning low in my belly before spidering outward to my chest and between my legs where Ronan’s still locked with me.
Fingers brush through my hair as the room dims around me, my mind beginning to lull.
“Yes, all of us. Once we’re finished, you’ll get Dash and Landon. Is that okay with you?”
I arch my torso in response, both hands reaching out in search of my packmates.
My alphas and beta.
The burn of expensive whiskey hits my nose when I touch skin.
Hard, rippling skin that makes me moan the second my fingers make contact.
“Jasper,” I whisper, my fingers curling into his abdomen like I’m trying to find a way to pull him closer.
“I want you.”
I relax my touch when he moves onto the bed, kneeling beside Ronan.
He’s so gentle with me, every brush of his fingers through my hair and over my body done with such care that it makes my chest ache with a yearning for more.
“You need to come again,” he says lowly, voice raw.
“Show Jasper you’re ready for him, Petal. Soak this cock again, and we can make him lick you clean before he gets inside this perfect pussy.”
My eyes roll back into my skull, the idea of that doing too many things to my body.
I buzz beneath my skin with a ferocity that makes it hard to beneath they can’t feel it when they touch me.
“I think you like that idea,” Dash quips, stepping in to take Jasper’s place behind my head.
I want him in my mouth, but he’s too far away.
Ronan grunts, his knot pressing and pulling in a smooth rhythm now.
“Fuck yeah, you do. You’re squeezing me so tight it’s like you want me to do the impossible and come inside you a third time.”
“Do that. I can take it,” I press, pressing down onto him every time he pushes forward.
Landon bends over the bed and kisses my nipple, teasing it with the tip of his tongue.
“We know you can, but can Jasper? When he’s got his tongue inside you, do you want him to taste that sweet lemon sugar or Ronan’s caramel?”
Oh, god.
I’m going to come again from words alone.
Jasper’s eyes are dark as they watch me, examining my every reaction to what I’m being told.
It’s thrilling to know he’s paying this much attention.
And when he’s made his assessment .
. . his confident words shove me into another orgasm.
“I’d do anything for a taste of you, Briar.”