37. Kash
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
kash
We’ve been handling Jules with kid gloves for a week, all of us watching for any sign that she’s in pain or experiencing any new symptoms. Even with her bruises fading and the stiffness easing, our instincts have been riding us hard.
The fear we experienced that day still makes regular appearances in the pack bond.
Hudson and Mason have assured us it’s normal, especially for Alphas, since our drive to protect goes into overdrive if our Omega gets hurt.
The fact that we’re not bonded is probably aggravating the situation…
not that any of us would dare broach that particular topic after the woman we love just narrowly escaped death.
“Where’s Jules?” Wyatt asks, coming through the back door at the main house.
My brow furrows. “Thought she was with you?”
He pauses, hand gripping the handle of the fridge. “No. I was out checking an issue at the south pasture. I haven’t seen her since this morning.”
“Where’s Beck?”
“Right here,” the other Alpha says, stalking in from the front hall.
“Just got back from the Callahans. Gran sprained her ankle tripping over that damn parrot, and Hudson wanted me to look it over. Charlotte’s currently playing her dedicated servant and having a grand time of it. Where’ve you been?”
I shake my head. Fucking parrot. Not that Waddles is much better. Charlotte’s now begging for a piglet of her own, and I know, despite Jules’ objections, I’m probably going to buy her one, Mama’s wrath be damned. My little girl wants a little fucking pork chop, she’ll have one.
“I just got back from town. Had to take a call from Jack’s attorney. We’ll need to sit down and discuss how to handle the transition of the business assets. Then I told Hudson I’d help handle the repairs of Gran’s car with the shop.”
Wyatt removes his hat, placing it on the counter. “So you’re telling me we’ve misplaced our Omega?”
“I didn’t misplace shit. You did.” Crossing my arms over my chest, I tilt my head in challenge.
“I’m sure we didn’t misplace her.” Beck twists his baseball hat around until it’s facing backward. “She’s a grown-ass woman. She’s probably?—”
“Y’all are so dumb, you couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with the instructions written on the heel,” Jules calls out from somewhere upstairs.
All three of us share a look, then head out in search of our woman. By the time we get to the second story, she’s nowhere to be found.
“Nest?” Wyatt asks, scratching his head.
“Spare room?” I toss out.
Beck shakes his head like he’s agreeing with Jules’ assessment, then points down the hall. “The bedroom.”
“Why the hell would she be in there? We haven’t had a chance to do anything to it yet,” I grumble as I follow after my packmates.
The second Beck gets to the threshold, I hear his harsh intake of air. What in the hell did she do to draw out that reaction? Wyatt’s hands go to the top of his head, but neither of them say shit about what is so damn shocking.
Finally done waiting around for an explanation, I push through the two of them and come to a fucking halt.
The room has been completely redecorated.
The old navy walls are now warm neutrals.
The hardwood has been repolished—the dark mahogany floors shining from the flicker of light given off by the fireplace.
I don’t even bother mentioning that it’s nearly eighty-five degrees outside because it doesn’t matter.
A beige woven rug sits beneath a leather-upholstered bed with cream sheets and a massive chunky-knit sage green blanket.
Candles are lit around the room, set on every available surface of the new dressers and nightstands.
There are photos set along the mantle, a large chaise lounge positioned right in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows in the corner of the room, just before the bathroom entrance, and an arm chair in the opposite corner next to a small bookshelf.
But the real shock is the naked Omega poised in the center of the gigantic bed with her legs spread wide and her pussy leaking slick down the crack of her ass. Her perfume is so pungent and sweet, I’m practically drooling.
She runs one elegant hand between her breasts, her palm skimming down her belly until her fingertips hit the top of her shaved pussy. “Had to take matters into my own hands, seeing as none of you were picking up on the hints I’ve been dropping.”
“But you were injured,” Beck offers lamely, lifting his hat and chucking it off to the side.
Her head tilts, the hand between her thighs dipping lower until two fingers slip deep inside her sopping cunt. “Do you trust me to know my body and its limits?”
“Hotshot, you know we do. It’s just?—”
“And did you or did you not promise me your bites when I got home?” She slowly removes her fingers, lifts her hands, and— fuck me —sticks them in her mouth.
A collective groan bounces around the room, and the devious smirk that curves her plush lips makes my dick throb in my jeans.
Shaking my head to clear the lust fog, I manage to choke out, “That was before the accident. We want to bond you. We just want to make sure?—”
Her eyes narrow. “Make sure that I’m so fucking starved for you that I lure you into our new bedroom and let you watch as I play with my pussy?
Well, congratulations, your plan worked.
” Her fingers return, rubbing her clit in slow, careless circles.
“Now, one of you better get up here and eat my pussy, make me come, then fuck and bite me, or I swear to Christ, I will lose my shit.”
Somehow, I’m not sure when, my shirt removed itself and my buckle came undone.
My hands are already fumbling with the button and zipper on my jeans as Wyatt and Beck shed items of clothing at a rapid rate.
Wyatt is the first one to reach his birthday suit, and he starts to climb up onto the bed.
Before he gets too far, she holds out her hand and makes a spinning motion with one finger.
Without question, he lies on his back, feet pointing toward the headboard.
She crawls over him, kissing along his body until her pussy is poised right above his mouth. His hands grip around her thighs, and the grin she gives him is filthy.
She’s so goddamn sexy right now, looking down at him like a queen on her throne.
Hell, that’s what she is, our queen, and we will gladly worship her for the rest of our days.
“Lick,” she demands.
Wyatt dives in, groaning when her fingers tightly grip his hair while she takes what she wants.
She rides his fucking tongue, hips rolling against his mouth as her head falls back with a moan.
Her breasts are bouncing no more than a couple feet in front of us.
The sight of Wyatt parting her lips with each lick through her cunt is the filthiest goddamn thing I’ve ever witnessed.
We can see it all—and I do mean literally everything .
It’s like an up-close-and-personal mouth dance.
My dick is weeping, precum dribbling from the tip, and I roughly grab my balls to stem the rising demand for release. It’s been a week without her, and I’m so fucking needy I feel like I’ll lose it in one pump.
She cries out, holding Wyatt’s face to her pussy as she comes undone.
Then, without warning, she turns, positioning herself upside down along the length of the Beta’s body.
Her pussy is over his mouth once again, but this time, she grips his dick, licking the precum off the tip before swallowing him down.
The sound he makes is pleasured and tortured all at the same time.
Her ass is pointed toward us in invitation, with Wyatt’s eager lips fastened around her clit, but all I can think is that she’s got two perfectly good holes going unfilled. I glance over at Beck.
“Not happening. I might share with my brother, but I don’t want his tongue getting that close to my dick.”
I shrug. “Suit yourself. Sit back and enjoy the show.”
Stepping forward, I press a finger into her dripping hole, feeling the squeeze of her as she tries to clamp down around me.
“Want this pretty pussy filled while Wyatt sucks on your clit, darlin’?”
“Mmmhmm,” she hums, taking Wyatt in so deep her nose is nestled against his balls.
He grunts, lapping at her faster. His hands come up, separating her ass cheeks and giving me an even better glimpse of my finger disappearing in her hole. I can’t hold out anymore. I need to be inside her.
Removing my finger, I replace it with my dick.
I don’t bother going slow. None of us are gonna last. Instead, I grip her waist and slam in all the way to the swell of my knot.
She yelps around Wyatt’s dick, he growls, and then I fuck her just like she asked me to.
With each rough thrust, I can feel my orgasm building, but I refuse to come. Not until she loses her mind.
Spitting on the pucker of her ass, I press my thumb against it, swirling it around and around until I finally sink it in deep.
The reaction is immediate. She gags on Wyatt’s dick, and a rush of fluid soaks him as she squirts all over us.
Doesn’t stop him. He continues to suck her clit through the peak of her orgasm, then he takes in a ragged gasp of air, his hands finding the back of her head.
“Swallow me down, hotshot. Fucking gag on it.” He buries himself down her throat, holding her down on his dick.
I’m still plunging in and out of her pussy, the feel of her tight walls gripping me making me see stars, but we’re not through here yet. Luckily for Wyatt, my balls have been permanently suctioned to my body as they beg for release, which leaves him free of getting teabagged.