Chapter 17 #2
“I don’t see why not,” I say, glancing up to meet Easton’s eyes in the review mirror. He shakes his head to show there is indeed not a reason that’ll keep her from going and I grin down at her. “All cleared with the daddies.”
Lyle begins to cough as Alisa laughs, and Silas groans.
“Please don’t let this be a thing,” Silas begs.
“What do you think, baby?” I ask, watching as Alisa turns super red.
Silas squeezes her thigh beside him as he rolls his eyes affectionately.
“Guess we’ll just have to see?” she squeaks out.
“Guess so,” I agree, enjoying her blush. Alisa is so fucking gorgeous, and the deep bruising under her eyes is slowly disappearing.
It won’t be overnight, but I know she’s finding her footing among us. The push back or teasing is part of this as she figures out what she can and can’t get away with.
“Anyone hungry?” Silas asks as we pull into the driveway.
“No,” Alisa says, shaking her head.
Everyone else says they’re fine as well and I open the door once the vehicle is turned off.
“Why don’t we set up downstairs in the den tonight?” Lyle suggests. “If we fall asleep together, then at least we’re comfortable.”
“I like this idea,” I purr, refusing to allow Alisa to walk as I carry her toward the door.
“I’m enjoying being in your arms too much to put up a fight about being able to walk,” she mumbles.
“Ah, he’s going to take full advantage of that,” Silas chuckles. “Prepare to be a backpack omega.”
“You’re small enough to be able to do just that,” Lyle says, unlocking the door and pushing it open.
While he handles the alarm, I walk toward the den and kick off my slides. Easton’s right on my heels as he pulls off Alisa’s shoes, and then we’re all snuggled on the modular couch together.
“Does anyone want to go for a run tomorrow with me?” I ask, pulling Alisa closer to me.
She lays her head on my shoulder and I sigh happily as Lyle places his hand on her stomach possessively. Silas lays next to him with his arm pillowing his head, glancing over interested at my words.
“I will,” Easton rumbles, propping his head on his hand on the other side of me. “I think Cass is going to be passing our house around eight in the morning. It’s not our full run club, but it’ll be a good group. If you want to keep a decent pace, they’re the people to do that.”
“Ugh, they really are taskmasters,” Lyle chuckles, his thumb moving underneath Alisa’s sweater. Her breath hitches slightly, and we all pretend not to notice. Easton mentioned she’s started getting full mouth kisses from each of them in the morning.
We’re all showing her we want her without pushing too much. The ball is in her court, and her cute little noises are a turn on.
“Does this mean you’re passing or coming? Do you think you can keep up?” I tease him. “After all, you spend a lot of time behind a desk now.”
His caramel colored eyes darken with lust. “Do you think the brat needs to be tamed, Alisa?”
“Me?” she squeaks out.
“Of course, Little Fighter,” East says, his hand wrapping around my throat as he pushes back my head. “I think you should weigh in. My handprint on his ass would look really good.”
“Maybe I spoke too quickly,” I backpedal, groaning as his lips brush against mine.
“Are you sure, or do you just want Lyle to watch you get all hot and sweaty?” he growls, kissing me.
Alisa moans as she watches us, and Lyle chuckles as he presses a kiss against her jaw.
“I should teach Troy a lesson, shouldn’t I, sweet girl?” he asks, waiting for her to turn her head toward him to kiss her. “God, you taste so good.”
“I’ll go with you three to make sure you don’t do something stupid and hurt yourselves,” Silas murmurs. “Alisa, you can watch us all stretch. We’ll wear joggers that show off our best…attributes.”
Goddamn. Alisa’s whimper is low and drawn out, and Silas palms his cock as his eyes nearly cross with desire.
“You don’t play fair,” I mutter, kissing Easton back. His cock grinds against my hip and his lips curl into a smirk, knowing I’m right.
“Never said we would,” he breathes, sucking on my bottom lip. “I think our pretty little omega is suffering. Why don’t you ask her why her nipples are so hard and she’s squeezing her thighs together so tightly?”
My cock twitches, already hard as I twist my body toward Alisa. My hand flattens over her stomach below Lyle’s and I gaze at her unfocused eyes as her chest raises and falls faster.
“Tell Troy what you need, Little Fighter,” Lyle croons. “Fuck, I can smell how wet you are.”
Silas’ nostrils flare as he groans, and he sits up to watch us.
“I want, Alphas,” Alisa whines.
“Tell me how I can help,” I growl. My fingers slide underneath the waistband of her pants and I stroke the soft skin there, enjoying the way her eyes close. “Otherwise I’ll pet your pussy and give you no relief. I play just as dirty as our alphas, baby.”
My hand inches under Alisa’s panties and Lyle pushes her sweater up until I can see the underside of her breasts.
“Did you forget something this morning?” I tease her. I can see her nipples pressing against the material of her sweater and my mouth waters.
“I…didn’t feel like wearing a bra today. I’m not used to them anymore,” she admits. “The ice rink was colder than I thought it would be.”
Lyle sucks on the underside of her breast, pulling a cry from her lips as she fists his hair.
“Are you sure it’s just the cold pebbling them?” Easton drawls. “Or is it the close proximity of your alphas?”
“It’s you too. Lyle,” she moans.
“I’m here,” he purrs. “Tell Troy what you want, Alisa. There’s an evil glint in his eyes that says he will happily edge you while Easton sucks his cock.”
“Cock sucking is on the table?” I ask, moving my hand until I’m petting the soft hair on Alisa’s pussy. She squirms slightly and Lyle presses his hand on her pelvis to keep her still.
My libido is out of control for the first time since puberty. Fuck, I can feel the precum dripping down my shaft.
“It is,” East murmurs. “I can smell how excited that makes you. I’m going to eat your ass out too.”
“Oh fuck,” Alisa gasps, her heels digging into the couch cushions. A quick glance at the double doors shows Lyle closed and locked them, giving us privacy.
“He’s not back yet,” Silas says, talking about the doc. “The second he senses what’s happening between us, he’ll make himself scarce. I gave him the keys to the guest house yesterday. He needs a home base that still gives him his own space”
My lips twitch in amusement at this, because he’s right.
“What’s it going to be?” I ask Alisa. Lyle pushes her sweater out of the way until her gorgeous breasts hit the air, her nipples a flushed, darker pink than I’d expect.
“Please touch me,” she gasps. “I want your fingers in my pussy and…”
“And?” Lyle asks, breathing across her skin. Alisa’s body undulates under our attention, and I inch my hand down a little more until I feel her damp curls.