Chapter 23 #2
Screaming as my body draws tight from the force of it, all I can do is fall apart as my alpha holds me tightly. Grant fucks up into my cunt as I come, making the sexiest fucking noises. I am squeezing his dick tightly as I slick all over him, and I can tell that he’s losing his mind.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my cock,” he groans. “I’m addicted to you. I hope you’re prepared to deal with that.”
Haven’t you always been?
Grant shudders as he finds his release, and I get my answer pushed through the bond.
I don’t have to hide anymore, and that means I’ll be even worse.
Well fuck.
I’m sitting at the cutest little table by a bay window, which I’m told is stormproof, bulletproof, and indestructible. That’s not even the most ridiculous part.
When Grant said that bad girls get punished, he didn’t mean by edging me, not really.
Though I feel like it. Grant smirks against my cheek as he shifts with me on his lap. He pulled me toward him when I went to sit next to him, and pushed his cock inside of me. I’m wearing a giant sweatshirt and not much else, and now I’m warming my alpha’s warm, thick, very pierced dick.
Leaning against his chest, I smirk as he makes a noise as I shift in my seated position. While I’m fresh out of the shower and clean, it doesn’t take long before I’m slicking because I’m surrounded by my alphas.
“You okay there?” Lucas asks, brow raised.
“Mmhmm,” I say.
“You feel…odd.”
“I have no idea how to work this whole bond mind meld thing,” I grumble. Oliver chuckles behind his hand as he chews, his cheeks filling with color as I glare at him.
“As the bonds get stronger, it’ll be hard not to have us in your head and you in ours,” Oliver adds.
He’s the only one that I haven’t bitten yet. It just didn’t happen during my heat.
However, I’m covered in other alpha bites and incredibly happy about them. Even if the alpha is very like the dick that I’m currently impaled on. It’s all I can fucking think about.
“You need to eat,” Grant growls, picking up his fork. Since I’m in his lap anyway, I guess we’re sharing food.
Opening my mouth, I make eye contact with Alesso as I wrap my lips around the fork. Leila passed out in the rocker that the guys were playing with her in, and since she’s fully strapped in, that’s where she’s staying.
Now, I get to play and not have to worry that I’m a terrible mother.
“I have questions,” Grant says in my ear just as I clamp down around his cock. He chokes, his arm wrapping around my waist, and I catch the fork as he drops it.
My food now. Cutting a piece of butternut squash, I take a bite as I begin what is my equivalent of omega warfare.
“What is your question?” Lucas asks, having overheard Grant.
“Have you decided if Leila and Isolde are coming into Indianapolis with us in a few days?” he asks.
Hmm. That’s not what he was thinking. Grant is quick on his feet, or rather, his ass. Whichever he’s currently using since he’s sitting.
I make sure to wiggle again just to show that I’m on to him, and he bites my shoulder with a little growl.
“What is going on with you?” Oliver asks.
“I interrupted them from fucking,” Lucas shrugs.
“Apparently that wasn’t a good idea. Ah, as for your question, Grant.
I don’t know. Isolde, I’m going into the city on Monday and I’m dreading it.
Would you like to come with us and go eat later?
If Leila is cranky, I can just rent out a private back room. ”
“Wait, what?” I ask. “I’m having trouble with that. You’re going to work, right?”
“I am. I would much rather spend the trip singing silly songs to Leila and talking with you on the way,” Lucas confesses. “Please protect me from Grant’s grumpiness.”
“I’m not that bad,” Grant mutters. “I usually just drive in silence while he works.”
“I see what he means,” I say, twisting slightly. Grant’s hands keep me from moving any more.
Kissing me, he pushes down my hips, making me moan into his mouth. His knot grinds over my cunt, and I force myself to relax so he is slowly filling me up. I guess the cock warming wars just escalated. It would have been nice if someone had offered me the rule book for this.
“Maybe you’ll be less grumpy if you have your girls with you,” I tease him as we come up for air.
“Why am I always turned on when it comes to food and you?” Oliver sighs.
“It’s what she does,” Grant says. “Isolde, this would be a good opportunity to introduce part of Lucas’ new family to Reid Pharmaceuticals. But, the logistics of this could be a nightmare.”
“I can protect myself,” I say, confused. “Even with a baby strapped to my chest. I understand there are dangers, Grant. What are you not telling me?”
“Nothing that I know of, but the head of my security doesn’t always make me aware of dangers surrounding me,” Lucas says. “He’s more of a ‘kill first’ kind of guy.”
“That’s very true,” Grant says unrepentantly.
Rolling my eyes, I carefully stay where I’m seated but face forward the best I can since I can feel his knot slowly being sucked inside of me. It doesn’t hurt per se? It’s more of a constant pressure as I’m being stretched slowly.
The difficult part is trying to blank my mind and facial expression.
“What else do I need to know about the building’s security? You didn’t have any weapons when I kidnapped you,” I remind Lucas. “Does this mean I’ll be naked?”
Alesso chokes on his food, causing me to realize what I said.
“Oh my god. Naked of weapons,” I breathe. “Alesso, please don’t die.”
I’m unable to get up, so I glance helplessly at Oliver to help him. Oliver rubs his back and presses a glass of water into his hand while shaking his head.
“Would you like to try again, Kitten?” Oliver asks.
Blowing out a breath that makes me clench around Grant’s knot, I ignore the strangled sound he makes. He fucked around. Now he can find out that I’m not an easy mark. I will happily sit on his knot and enjoy his food.
“What I meant was that I wouldn’t be able to bring anything that a walk through metal detector would be able to pick up,” I explain. “Kevlar wire can be used for garrotes, and there are knife options that aren’t metallic.”
“Marry me,” Alesso rumbles, making me grin.
“We technically already are, baby. Big, fluffy dresses aren’t really my style,” I say, winking at him.
“This is why Oliver is going to be living out his dream as a glory hole later,” Alesso mutters.
Grant drops his head against my shoulder with a curse, while I just grin. I love how chaotic meals are.
“Can I watch?” I ask, eating a grilled carrot.
“I think it’s safe to say that none of us will ever say no to that,” Lucas smirks.
“So, I can defend myself and work around the metal detector,” I confirm. “Should I assume that I can’t go to your work in a pair of leggings and a sweater?”
“Darlin’, the only one who has to live up to any type of corporate expectation is me,” he says. “Be comfortable.”
Ugh. I bought cute clothes that’ll allow me to blend better. I’ll find something from there. I dislike pastels, but I have to admit that leggings are easier to crawl in than leather pants.
I also don’t have to worry about getting stabbed around a baby either. Can I wear leather pants with a pastel sweater?
If you think that word pastel again, all bets are off, Little Nightmare.
“Out of my head, stalker,” I mutter.
“That’s rude, Grant,” Lucas reprimands, though his blue eyes sparkle.
“I hate you all,” I say. “Logistics aside now that I know what I need to grab from my weapons stash from the rental, I think I would like to go with you.”
“Alright,” Grant says. “Don’t be surprised if I put a tracker in you while you sleep.”
“If that came out of any one else’s mouth, I’d probably kill them,” I say sweetly.
“Then I guess you’re coming with us,” Lucas says, still amused.
I manage to make it all the way through dinner before Grant pulls me against his chest, pushes away from the table, and lifts my legs so that the guys can see his knot spreading my cunt open.
“Do I need to add no cock warming at meals?” Lucas asks, his eyes glued on us.
“Don’t be a wet blanket,” Oliver growls. “Look at how sloppy that pretty pussy is.”
“What did you do to get so lucky?” Alesso teases me.
“She tempted me into fucking her even after Lucas told her no,” Grant says, his voice deep and full of arousal. His hips shove upward, and I cry out as his knot pushes itself even farther inside of me. “You good?”
“Yes,” I hiss. “I swear if you stop…”
“I’m not stopping until my knot is plugging all the cum I’ve filled you with,” he grits out. “Take a breath, Little Nightmare. If you’re going to take my knot, I need you to relax. Your body isn’t riding all those heat endorphins anymore.”
“He’s right,” Oliver murmurs, licking his lips. “You’re still wearing too much, Kitten. I want to watch you play with your tits while you take the bossy asshole’s knot.”
“Only she can say that to me,” Grant complains, grabbing the bottom of my sweatshirt and lifting it.
Lucas’ lips twitch as he takes it once it’s over my head since he left me his sweatshirt to wear.
“Suck it up, buttercup,” Lucas says. “Make our girl come. That’s an order.”
“Who’s bossy now?”
Grant stops talking as he ghosts his hand up my thigh before stopping at the apex of my thigh. He begins to play with my clit, but Lucas slides a vibrator across the table toward him.
“Use the highest speed,” he advises.
Grant doesn’t seem to care about why his friend and boss has a vibrator in his pocket, and simply turns it to the highest setting and gets to work.
“Ah!” I cry out before remembering that there’s a sleeping baby between Oliver and Alesso. I have to be quiet. “I can’t.”
“You can,” Grant grunts, his hand on my chin as he pushes it toward him to kiss him.
He never stops making out with me as his hips thrust up to fuck his knot into my cunt, and I tangle my fingers into his hair greedily. The toy is strong, and my clit practically cries out from being overstimulated.
It also feels really fucking good though, and my slick pushes out around Grant’s knot to help his way inside. I can hear my cunt slurping and sucking on his knot, causing me to whine as he gets to the widest place.
“You’re almost there,” Lucas purrs. “You look like the perfect meal, splayed out just for us.”
“I’d rather eat her any day,” Alesso growls.
They talk me through taking a knot with lots of praise, and I can feel myself flushing with pleasure. The combination of the guys, Grant’s tender ministrations as he rubs my clit without remorse, and his knot finally pushing all the way inside of me sets me off.
Grant swallows down my scream as I come around his cock, and he fucks me with his knot until he finds his release right after me with a gasp.
“I think we are well on our way to christening the new house,” Oliver smirks.
“I really like this place,” I say, looking around with a grin on my face.
I haven’t had a full tour yet, but I saw the living room that doesn’t have any furniture yet, but a giant modular couch would be perfect there. It would make snuggles with everyone easy. I need some more curtains for the windows, but it’s really pretty.
The walls are a deep blue, and the floors are a nice hardwood. Outside of the little dining room, my nest, and the living room, that’s all I’ve seen.
“I should get a tour of our house soon, don’t you think?” I ask.
My skin is covered in a light sheen of sweat, and Lucas gets up and pulls the sweatshirt back over my head when he sees me shiver.
“That’s a given,” he reassures me. “So this feels better than the mansion?”
“It’s all open. I can see every window from right here, including the front door. That’s important to me,” I say.
“I know it is. Like I said, Grant made sure to upgrade all the windows so we’re as safe as possible,” he says.
“Good,” I murmur sleepily.
“No one is moving for a bit, least of all me,” Grant chuckles. “Close your eyes for a little while. We’ll be here when you wake up.”
Feeling warm and fuzzy as Grant shuts his legs and wraps his arms around me after putting away the toy, I feel my eyes getting heavy.
Things are good for now, everyone is safe. Sleep sounds wonderful.