Chapter 30
CHAPTER THIRTY
lyon
I’m holding the shaking body of the woman I love as she squeezes my dick to the point of pain.
I’m not sure if I’m into this in general, or just because it’s her, but it feels so fucking good.
With my hands gripping her ass, she tightens her arms around my neck as her teeth bite down into my trap muscles.
The sharp sting has a growl rushing up my throat, and I instinctively rock my hips into her tight core.
“Did she just bite you?” Ridge is beside me, staring down at the Omega losing it in my arms.
“Yup,” I choke out around the urgent need strangling me.
I’m trying to hold myself back, but she’s making that damned impossible.
Shay lifts her face, nuzzling into my jaw.
“Bro, she broke skin,” Memphis whispers, his pheromones surging until they make my nose itch.
A quick look reveals a single drop of blood pooling up from the spot where she claimed me. I’m taking that for what it is and already know I’m going to have the mark tattooed so I can keep it forever.
“Sweetheart, no biting the Alphas,” Ridge says, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m not sure they’ll be able to hold theirs back if you do that.”
“The Alphas don’t get my bite,” she rasps her voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it. “You two however…”
Sharing a look with Memphis, his recounting of her history with the Alpha she almost bonded comes rushing back.
Now the deeply rooted anxiety that’s clearly flared up is starting to make a little sense.
Logically, she knows we’re not like him, but her Omega is struggling with Shay’s inherent trust in us—and more importantly, them. The Alphas.
Her tongue traces up the side of my cheek, drawing my attention back to her, and I’m surprised by just how much my dick likes that as it throbs deep inside her.
“More, big guy. Please,” she begs.
The Alphas have cleared the bed, so I waste no time.
In a few steps, I’m climbing up onto the soft bed, lifting her off my dick, and turning her around until she’s kneeling in front of me with her back facing me.
Taking a fistful of hair, I wrap the long strands around my hand, tugging her head back until her body bows, which juts her ass out prettily.
She’s staring at me upside down, and the submissive position has lust swamping my brain.
I drop a kiss to her lips, then release her and press a hand between her shoulder blades.
Her front drops to the bed, but I don’t stop there.
I want her prone beneath me. When she’s finally lying flat, my hands spread her thighs wider.
The wetness between them has me licking my lips, but I’ll save that for later. Right now, I need to be inside her.
One hand spreads her ass cheeks open while the other supports me against the mattress as my rigid dick finds the tight hole it wants to bury itself in.
With a control I wasn’t aware I possessed, I slowly press forward.
In this position, her pussy is so much tighter and more at my mercy.
That satisfies the little demand in my brain that wants to make her mine and own her completely.
When I’ve filled her with my entire length, I go still, letting her adjust. The moment I sense the slightest hint of her muscles easing, my hand shifts to her hip as the other slides around her throat until her head and shoulders are lifted off the bed.
“Look at how pretty she is with her mouth just begging for a dick,” Auggie murmurs. “Memphis, why don’t you help her with that?”
The Alpha is already crawling across the mattress and positioning himself in front of her.
He’s kneeling on his heels with his legs spread a little wide in order to meet her mouth with the tip of his dick.
His groan echoes around the room when her lips close around his head.
His hands drop back against the mattress, his hips starting to roll as he gently fucks her mouth since I’m controlling the position of her face.
Unable to hold myself back any longer, I slide out from the heat of her sex until I’m poised right at her entrance.
The next time Memphis rolls into her, I slam forward, and when my grip tightens, I feel him press deep down her throat as she gags around him.
“Holy shit, her mouth…” Memphis lightly grips her head, angling it down so he can thrust deeper. “Fuck, darlin’. Just like that.”
Another whine is already rumbling through her body, so I know she’s going to need a knot soon. Her heat is in overdrive, and Ridge and I are going to have to do our part to give the Alphas time in between rounds. Like Ronnie said, it takes a village. Or in this case, a pack.
“Shit, I’m gonna come if she keeps this up,” Memphis grunts.
“Pull back, cousin. Let Lyon fuck her hard to another orgasm, then you can knot her.”
Memphis retreats, following Auggie’s directions.
Considering he has the most experience—if you can call it that—with this sort of thing, we all seem to be content with him calling the shots.
The rush of emotions in the bond seems to agree, as we all sort of bolster him up, hoping he’ll guide us through this.
“Don’t hold back, Lyon. Use our girl good.”
Carefully, I maneuver myself until I’m crouched behind her with my knees bent and feet on the mattress.
It’s like I’m riding a horse, my dick already anticipating what’s to come.
One hand grips her chin with one finger hooking into her mouth, the other a fistful of her hair, and my body starts to move.
I’m bouncing on top of her body, my dick crashing into her tight little cunt over and over again.
“Jesus Christ. Where the hell did he learn that?” Memphis remarks from somewhere behind me.
“No fucking clue, but she fucking loves it.”
Ridge isn’t wrong. Her body is tensing around me, and it feels fucking phenomenal.
“Come for me, baby girl,” I rasp.
Her breath hitches, then her pussy milks me as she comes on my cock. The second her spasms ease, I push myself off her, lifting her against my chest, and crash back against the bed.
I glance over at Memphis, a little unsure. “You okay sharing a hole?”
His eyes widen, and he shoots a look at Auggie who just raises his hands.
“That’s your call, cuz.”
“Guess we’re crossing off lots of firsts today,” the Alpha says with a shrug.
Reaching around her hip, I manage to line myself up enough that I can thrust back into her heat in one smooth motion.
She’s so fucking wet, it’s dripping down my balls.
A tentative brush of her hand against my beard has me looking over at her.
With heavy-lidded eyes and a pretty flush to her cheeks, I don’t need the excessive warmth under my palms to tell me she’s still in the thick of it.
“Don’t worry, baby girl. We’ve got you.”
“Knot. Please…” She whimpers something else, but it’s mostly incoherent.
“Hurry up, Memphis. She needs you,” Auggie murmurs, brows furrowed as he studies the woman laid out on top of me very carefully.
The other Alpha shuffles closer, studying the spot where I’m stretching her.
“Can she handle us both?” His eyes meet mine. “And my knot?”
“We’re about to find out.”
My hand drops from her hip, one finger teasing her clit as I feel the soft head of Memphis’ dick press against us. Shay’s lips part, her eyes darting up to where Memphis is staring down at her.
“Oh god,” she groans, and the Alpha pauses. “No. Don’t stop. Please?”
Memphis curses, then he starts to push into her pussy that’s already overfilled with my dick. It’s the most exquisite form of torture, the way her body tries to clamp down around us as the rigid length of my packmate’s dick slides along the length of mine.
My finger is still lazily tracing circles around her swollen nub, her belly rising and falling beneath my hand with every heaving breath she takes. She tries to squirm, and without thought, I lightly slap her clit. She clenches so hard that Memphis is almost pushed back out.
He groans. “Fucking hell. She liked that.”
“Yeah, she did,” I murmur against her cheek.
Finally giving in to my own needs, my hand slides up from her belly, moving between her breasts until I’m once again clasping her throat.
There’s something about this particular hint of domination that settles me.
“Easy, baby girl. You get what we give you. Relax.”
Teary green eyes meet mine. “Now. Please.”
“Shit. You heard her, Memphis. Now.”
He frowns. “I’m barely even inside her.”
“She’s an Omega, cousin. She’s made for this. Now’s not the time to be gentle.”
With a growl of frustration, his palms wrap around the top of her thighs, spreading her legs a little wider. Without warning, his hips thrust forward, plunging his cock inside her almost to his knot.
Shay cries out, her hand reaching up to grip my hair tightly.
My mouth smashes into hers, and before I can take another breath, Memphis slides back and slams forward again.
Our kiss is hard and rough, teeth and tongues and no finesse whatsoever.
My hips rock into her, but it’s Memphis who really guides the pace with each drive of his body.
“You ready for my knot, darlin’?”
“Mmmhmm…” She’s nodding and humming while her mouth continues to consume mine.
“Lyon?”
“Do it, Alpha. Blow our girl’s mind.” Those words are a repeat of what she told me the first time we were together, which seems fitting since we’re all getting to experience this first together.
“Fuck. Okay.” Memphis pulls back, takes one deep breath, and exhales. Then he slams forward.
His knot slides along the length of my dick, pressing against her hole that’s already filled to the brim.
Memphis’ growl roars through the room as all of the air whooshes from my lungs.
I almost miss Shay’s scream under the whirring inside my own head from pleasure so acute I can’t think straight.
Her body grips us like a vise, a gush of wetness flooding the bed as Memphis and I fill her with so much cum the pressure becomes almost painful in itself.
The press of his knot against the base of my dick extends my orgasm until I feel like I might never stop coming.
It isn’t until I see Ridge’s head above mine that I realize he’s checking on Shay. Memphis has slumped over her body, his weight pushing me deeper into the mattress.
“Is she okay?” I manage to ask hoarsely.
“Yup. I’m alive,” Shay mutters. “My vagina is still to be determined.”
“You didn’t pass out this time, sweetheart. That’s a positive,” Ridge adds.
“Small blessings.” She yawns widely. “Hey, lover boy, you weigh a ton.”
“Sorry. My arms aren’t working yet. One more second,” Memphis mumbles into her throat.
“Think we can turn over?” I ask, pressing a kiss to Shay’s forehead.
“Maybe. No way are you pulling out until my knot goes down.” He slowly lifts himself up the slightest bit, and on the count of three, we awkwardly manage to shift until we’re all resting on our sides.
Shay cuddles into the Alpha, and I wrap myself around her from the back. That’s when I feel the rumble of Memphis’ purr. Shay gives a soft hum of approval, her eyes falling closed.
“How’s her fever?” Auggie asks from the edge of the bed.
Memphis cradles her face in his hands, studying her closely. “Not sure. She still seems pretty warm.”
“For now, we should get some rest.”
Kissing Shay’s shoulder, I grin. “Pretty sure she beat us to it.”
A soft snore breaks the silence, and we all chuckle. Ridge and Auggie climb onto the bed beside us, and something about having our entire pack here makes me feel whole for the first time in my life.
This is my future. We just have to hold onto it with both hands.