Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Isolde
My finger moves up Oliver’s cock, reveling in how soft his skin is. I’ve never been able, nor wanted, to touch one unless I was cutting it off. Then, I was focused on the blood spray.
Since my experience is so limited outside of the auctions, I’ve never had consensual sex before. I was a virgin when I had my first heat, which made it all so much harder to survive.
“You can do whatever you want, Kitten,” Oliver says, slouched back on the chair.
My hand moves back down to where his hand is fisting himself, and he releases his dick so I can wrap my hand around it.
He’s large enough that I can’t touch my fingers on the other side, his breaths coming faster as I pump up and down it.
Precum begins to slide down his shaft and my mouth waters as I watch it.
Lucas coats his fingers with the liquid and my eyes widen as he shows it to me. He’s on his knees, a position of submission, but he doesn’t appear weak. His scent is strong, his body powerful, and his gaze is fierce as he stares at me.
“Do you want to have the honor of a first taste, darlin’?” he asks. My hand wraps around his wrist to bring it up toward my face and I tentatively lick his fingers.
I’m nervous. I think my mind has blocked out some of the face fucking that I’ve endured. I remember caving and crying, but not the actual taste. I have a feeling that the forced heat helps with the haze in my memory as well.
The flavor that bursts over my tongue makes me gasp, and I suck on Lucas’ fingers as I moan. Pepper and berries are somehow the best combination for Oliver. Sweet and spicy, just the way his scent is. It completely fits him.
Oliver holds me as I taste him, his body rigid and tense. Lucas’ lids drop to half mast as his blonde hair flops into his eyes, having skipped the hair products today. It gives him a softer look, and I love it so much.
“Fuck. Did you like that, Isolde?” he growls. “I should get to work or our alpha is going to bust and cover us in his cum and we’ve barely touched him.”
Ohhh. Wow. Why does the thought of that sound so good? Shuddering, I can feel the slick pushing out of my pussy, and ruining my panties. I’m no longer hiding what I am around them, which means that my body is loudly singing how much I’m enjoying their words.
“Interesting,” Oliver purrs, moving to kiss my neck. “Will you be my good girl and give me all your pretty noises while Lucas makes me come? If you want to help him be the very best boy by fisting his hair, I think he’d like that.”
“You’re a twat, Oliver,” he says, making me smile. “He’s not wrong though, darlin’. I want you to make me gag on him. Be gentle though. This is my first time sucking cock.”
“I’m very close to coming already,” Oliver confesses. “Enough talking.”
His hand grabs the back of Lucas’ neck, pulling him down toward his lap. Lucas opens his mouth wide to be able to accommodate Oliver’s bulbous head before sucking hard to make Oliver drop back onto his chair.
“Yeah,” he rasps. “Goddamn, that’s good. I want to see my cock make an indentation in your throat when you choke me down.”
That shouldn’t be sexy, but it really is. Damn. Lying against Oliver’s chest to feel every one of his reactions, I whine as his arm bands around my waist. It feels safe, and helps ground me as my legs fall open on either side of his thick thigh.
Lucas allows saliva to drip down Oliver’s shaft before pushing his head farther down it. I can see the way his lips are spread wide, and how his throat works to take more of him. There’s something primal about this.
My nipples are pebbling with desire, but I wrap my arms around Oliver’s arm to keep myself from touching them. I’m not ready to do anything like that yet.
Oliver’s lips are soft against the shell of my ear as he asks, “Are you going to help him? A little encouragement goes a long way for our cock virgin.”
Oh my fucking goodness. I can see the front of my pants getting wet, and Oliver hisses as his arm gets tighter around me.
“Kitten, you’re so responsive,” he whispers.
Alesso is facing us in his chair, his hand down his pants as he strokes himself. There’s not an ounce of shame on his face as he watches the three of us with hunger. I’m panting as I try to soak it all in, and I know I’m going to have a wicked wet spot over my pants.
I’m going to need thicker panties if I’m not using my blockers anymore.
Lucas pulls me out of my thoughts by taking one of my hands, his eyes sparkling with desire and mischief as he places it on his head. My fingers play with the soft, blond strands, reveling in how handsome he is.
Almost without meaning to, my hand fists his hair, and Lucas groans with pleasure. I knew he enjoyed pain from our earlier experiment with electricity, but this solidifies it. Pushing down slightly, I watch as Lucas works harder to get to Oliver’s base.
“You’re doing so well,” I purr. “Swallow that big, fat cock for me.”
Apparently, dirty talk isn’t a problem for me. It wasn’t while he was hanging from chains in the warehouse either. In some ways, I’m able to unwind and relax with them when I’m in a position of control. It makes a lot of sense when I’ve had so little of it in the past.
Oliver’s pelvis punches up, and I ride along with the motion, gasping at the change.
“Remember…” he groans. “I like a little teeth, baby. Just a hint. Don’t gum my cock.”
Lucas holds up his middle finger at Oliver, who I can feel smirking against my skin. Lucas places his hand on my thigh before continuing to swallow Oliver’s cock down. I can see the moment he uses his teeth to scrape down his shaft, and Oliver makes a pornographic moan.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I’m so aroused it feels as if my entire body is flushed. It’s different from my heat, it’s like a gentle warmth instead of a furnace burning me up whole.
Lucas is drooling as he bobs his head up and down, his cheeks hollowing out as he sucks, the hand not holding my leg massaging Oliver’s knot.
“Ugh. I’m going to blow down your throat and overflow your mouth,” Oliver gasps. His chest is heaving so hard he’s moving my body with each breath, and I wish I was brave enough to sit up to ride his thigh.
I’m confident in some things, but having them watch me come is something raw and vulnerable. I may need to work up to that.
“Suck harder,” I whine. “Lucas…show Oli you can suck on his knot.”
Lucas gags as he works to get his knot, my fingers tight in his hair to hold him down once he finally gets there.
“Fuck! Be a good little cum dumpster and swallow me down. Our girl will punish you if you don’t,” Oliver roars, one of his hands moving on top of mine to hold Lucas’ face down.
Lucas’ eyes stream with tears, but he doesn’t seem bothered by it. My thighs squeeze Oliver’s leg as his words make my cunt clench around emptiness. Alesso roars as he comes with his hand down his very nice, tailored pants that will now need to be changed while Oliver follows with a curse.
Lucas does his best to swallow even as he chokes from the violence of Oliver’s release, and cum slides past his lips and down his chin.
Watching his throat work makes me squirm because this isn’t scary. It’s passion, service, and consent to be used. Lucas went down on his knees for Oliver and I because he wanted to.
Lucas lifts his head and winks at me as he pulls off Oliver’s cock.
“Looks like I made a mess, darlin’. What are you going to do about it?”
I’m going to blame what I’m about to do on how wound up I am. Since my hand is still fisted in his hair, I pull him toward me and lick up the cum on his chin. I also lick his lips before kissing him hard.
Lucas gives me full access to his mouth, and I suck on his tongue to collect every drop of Oliver’s cum from it. Oliver pulls Lucas from me to kiss him as well and he makes a surprised sound before returning it.
“I feel left out,” Alesso grumbles.
“So sensitive,” I tease him, feeling loose and warm. “Come here and get your kiss for being a good boy and creaming your pants while watching. Can I see it?”
“Topolina…Yes,” he growls, standing and pulling his hand out to show the cum on it. His feet bring him to me as I’m caged between two large alphas. I don’t feel claustrophobic yet, because if I shoved Lucas back, I know that he’d move.
“Good boy,” I murmur, taking his hand to lick up his palm. “Now come take it back.”
Alesso finds himself enough space to be able to kiss me, and I moan at how slow and intense it is. He’s not in a hurry, he’s here for as long as he fucking wants.
When he finally pulls back, so does Lucas to give me space. Except, I miss him once he’s gone. How did that happen?
“How was that?” Lucas asks, his smirk smug.
“Really good,” I whisper, glancing at his pants that are tented. “It’s too bad you have to go to work and not touch yourself at all, isn’t it?”
Oliver’s body shakes as he laughs silently, and Lucas goes from smug to looking like I kicked his dog.
“That’s just mean,” he groans, watching as I stand.
“Them’s the breaks, baby,” I say. “Thank you for breakfast and a taste of dessert. I really need to go though.”
“Fine,” he sighs. “Have a good day.”
“It is now,” I confess, letting him walk me inside. He’s the only one who isn’t completely a mess after all.
I can’t see Grant anywhere and I try not to deflate as I leave. Lucas rubs his cheek against mine, marking me with his scent.
“Goodbye, my little omega,” he murmurs. “Stay out of trouble.”
“I’m offended,” I gasp before grinning. It feels nice to be able to give into a smile or two. My face seems to be set up to resting bitch mode more often than not.
Shaking his head, he stands at the door and watches as I walk to my car with my very wet crotch.
Wincing, I get into the vehicle and start it. Lucas watches until I’ve put on my seatbelt, put the SUV into drive and I’m in motion before moving a muscle. It’s a sign of taking care of what he considers his. My heart flip flops as I watch the road and drive through the gates, chewing on my lip.
This is too much too soon, right? The problem is that I don’t want to apply the hand brake, I want to see where it goes. If Lucas can find a way to deny my body a forced heat, then I’d feel better about things.
I look over my shoulder too often, worried that Ophelia will somehow find me. There’s such a small chance of it happening, but my anxiety is off the charts about the possibility.
I can’t go back.
Sighing, I take in how pretty Bargersville looks under the snow.
Everything looks cleaner than it does in the city, quieter, and almost fae-like.
It’s silly to think this, but this town fits Lucas.
There’s a sense of community that I noticed while on my run.
People were helping each other clear their driveways and salt them.
It’s not often that I get to see that.
Pulling into my driveway, I frown as I see a big, red haired alpha sitting on my front steps. Getting out quickly, I shake my head as I close the door and lock up before stomping up to him. It’s only as I get closer that I see that there are bags all around him.
I can see the brightly colored fabrics, and I don’t know how to feel about it.
“You found me,” I say, almost accusingly.
Damn alpha spy.
“You’re very observant,” he teases, standing. “It wasn’t hard once I put my mind to it. I won’t tell the guys. They can figure it out.”
“Or they could not be stalkers,” I growl.
“That’s not how any of them work and you know it.”
My eyes are drawn back to the bags, and Grant moves down a step.
“What are these?” I rasp.
“Courting gifts. I told you that this was going to happen. I’m just keeping my promises. You deserve nice things, to decorate how you’d like, and items of your own. Oh…this is also yours.”
Bending down, Grant picks up a hoodie that’s been carefully arranged over a couple of bags.
“This is yours now,” he says, handing it to me.
I recognize the hoodie as the one that he wore on his run earlier this morning. I have no shame in bringing it to my nose and inhaling deeply.
“Good,” I say possessively. “You’re never getting it back.”
“And I promise to wear it if you ever need my scent refreshed,” he winks.
Insufferable alphas.
“Thanks and whatever,” I say, annoyed at how nice this is.
He isn’t the nice one, dammit.
“No problem, Little Nightmare. You don’t even have to tell me how much you like them,” Grant says, stepping completely off the porch before taking his finger to tilt my head up to look at him. “That’s a nice wet spot by the way.”
“Ugh, go away,” I say, unable to hide my chuckle.
“Only because I need to go. Bye, beautiful.”
Gathering up the bags, I turn and watch him jog across the street and continue to his car. Damn, he really made sure I wouldn’t see it.
Touché, alpha. This was very well played.
It’s not until I start unbagging things inside that I find that he bought anything I even looked in the direction of. Sneaky and very sweet alpha.
Fuck me.