37. Kash #2
When I look down at Wyatt’s drenched face, he nods, so I pull out, lifting her up and into my arms. With little effort, I impale her on my shaft, giving Wyatt time to get up and move off the bed.
She moans against my throat, and I drop down onto my back, right where he was lying, not giving two fucks about the dampness.
My ass is right at the edge, my legs hanging off the end, and immediately, she sits up and starts to roll her hips, looking like a fucking goddess as she rides my dick.
When I glance past her, Beck looks a little feral, the prospect of finally getting what he’s waited years for driving him right to the edge.
Now, it’s time to tip him over it. Reaching up, I tug her down with one hand and kiss her roughly. My other hand mimics Wyatt’s gesture, gripping one of her ass cheeks and letting the other Alpha see exactly what my fat dick looks like as it pounds into our Omega’s pussy.
He steps up to us, a hand stroking his length.
“Your Alphas are going to stuff you so fucking full, little mama. Both of our fat cocks will stretch this tiny pussy, then we’ll knot you until you scream.”
“Double stuff me, Alphas,” she purrs, throwing him a saucy, sex-drunk look over her shoulder. “Long as you bite me, you can fuck me however you want.”
“Son of a bitch,” I mutter, already feeling her body try to clamp down on me.
My hands go to her waist while Beck starts to guide himself in.
Her inner walls are already starting to flutter, and it’s a struggle, but he finally manages to shove himself inside her.
The feel of his dick sliding against mine is new but not unpleasant.
She’s just so goddamn tight that I’m not sure if we’ll actually be able to fit our knots inside her like this.
She releases a keening whine, and Beck’s mouth moves to her neck.
He sucks hard, leaving a dark red bruise.
“We’re gonna bite you so good, little mama. Make you ours as you strangle our knots.”
“P-please. I want it. So bad,” she begs.
He slowly withdraws, then plunges back in fast and hard. Then he does it again. I can’t do much more than rock my hips up, pistoning into her with shallow movements, but holy fuck, it feels phenomenal.
“God, this is so fucking sexy. I’m already fucking hard again,” Wyatt groans. “How does it feel, Jules?”
She plants her hands beside my head, her eyes glazed with pleasure. “O-oh, fuck. My pussy. It’s so fucking full.”
Wyatt kneels next to us, and her mouth seeks him out like she didn’t just swallow down his cum minutes ago. She sucks on his tip like a lollipop, his hand making up the difference for what the position won’t allow.
“Shit, I’m already close,” he mutters. “Gonna come on your face and mark you as mine.”
He roughly pulls out, harshly jacking himself off until he comes with a cry, coating her cheek and nose with long ropes of cum. With an exhausted sigh, he falls back onto the bed.
She whimpers. “I’m gonna… I’m gonna come. Bites, Alphas. P-please.”
Beck’s eyes meet mine over her shoulder. “Now?”
I nod, feeling the slide of his hands below mine as we each grip her tightly and pull out.
“Here come our knots, darlin’. Scream for us.”
In one brutal thrust, Beck and I buck into her, our knots pressing together as we force her to take us at the same time. Our knots slip into her heat until her body ruthlessly grips us with incredible force, and she screams until her voice becomes hoarse.
I roar, coming so forcefully that my vision starts to go black, but Beck’s growl draws me back to the moment.
He licks up the bend of her shoulder, sinking his teeth into her delicate skin.
A drop of blood runs down her chest, pooling on her nipple, and I can't hold back.
Lifting my head, I lick the crimson stain from her breast, suck in a mouthful of tit, and sink my teeth into the paper-thin skin.
There’s a rush of copper on my tongue, then this incredible well of emotion that bowls me over. I never really knew what love felt like until I sense hers rushing in to fill up every single hole in my heart. It’s so overwhelming that a soft sob rushes from my lips.
“Me too,” Jules chokes out.
“Holy shit,” Beck whispers in awe, his forehead dropping to rest on her shoulder as he holds his weight off of us.
Wyatt walks up with a warm rag and gently cleans off our Omega’s face.
“Do you feel me too, pretty boy?”
“I can sense you alongside Beck’s connection. Not so much what you’re feeling, just this added warmth through our bond.”
Jules looks down at me, but I’ve already been considering this since she and I healed our wounds. It’s only fair that Wyatt be as connected to our pack as the rest of us are.
“Let’s change that,” I murmur, holding out my hand.
Wyatt stares down at it for a second, then his wide eyes dart up to mine. “Are you sure?”
“He wouldn’t offer it if he wasn’t, brother,” Beck says softly.
“Holy fuck. Okay.” He gives me his hand, and with the slightest flick of my teeth against his thumb, I break the skin. His blood wells up, and I lap at it a few times, just enough to seal the wound.
The effect is immediate.
“Well, I’ll be damned.” His hand grips the back of Jules’ head, and he pulls her in for a rough kiss.
“Holy shit!” Beck exclaims. “It’s like he’s in stereo now. I feel him like I always have, but I’m getting a stronger hit of emotions through my connection with you, and even Jules. This is wild.”
Wyatt pulls back, dropping down beside us with his hand against his heart. “I honestly had no idea.”
“Our Omega has so much love inside her that she could fill all of our hearts, ten times over,” I murmur, pulling her down to me and pressing a gentle kiss to her lips.
“I love you guys,” she whispers, laying her head on my chest.
“We love you too, little mama.” Beck tucks a stray strand of hair behind her ear.
With some coordination, we manage to slip onto our sides, with Jules sandwiched between us. We’re basking in the afterglow when I feel a hint of uncertainty flicker to life in the bond. I glance down, seeing Jules worrying her bottom lip.
“We have no more secrets, June bug. What’s got you feelin’ unsure?”
“I haven’t had a heat in four years,” Jules whispers, breaking the silence.
“Why?” Beck asks, nuzzling her from behind.
“I take a heat blocker. I didn’t want to suffer through that alone again.”
He kisses his mark on her neck, and she fucking mewls. “I’m sorry I haven’t been here, little mama.”
Her hand snakes back, gripping his head and pulling him closer.
“No, you misunderstand. I’m just letting you know that while I’m training and focusing on my career, it’s been easier to avoid heats altogether.
There’s no scheduling conflicts or having to drop events last minute if a heat arrives too early. ”
“That makes sense, but why bring that up now?” I can’t reach my mark in this position, so I brush my thumb against it instead and savor the hitch in her breathing.
Her eyes jump back to mine. “Because you want a baby, and I want to give one to you. I’m just asking that we hold off another couple years, then you can fill me up as much as you want.”
All three of us groan, the idea now fully planted in my mind.
“Shouldn’t tease us with that when we’re still knot deep in your pussy, June bug.”
Wyatt snorts. “Don’t get any ideas. The second you all can squeeze those knots out, I’m calling her ass.”
Beck laughs. “It’s gonna be a long-ass night.”
“No pun intended.” Jules snorts. “Good thing this ain’t my first rodeo.”
Our end could’ve been tragic, but instead, we fought for our love and came out whole on the other side. Here’s to life, love, and happiness, the kind no amount of hate can tear apart.