Chapter 35
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
shay
We park in front of the barn, and I pull off my helmet to shake out my hair. Aug kills the engine, but he doesn’t move to dismount. He just sits there with his hands tightly gripping the handlebars.
“Aug? You okay?” I murmur, sliding my arms around his waist and resting my chin against his back.
He twists, doing some ninja maneuver that spins me around until I’m in front, straddling him on the bike. My core presses against the now hard bulge in his pants, but the mulled wine of his scent holds surprisingly bitter notes that make my heart stutter.
“I want to be your Alpha.”
The words are said so softly that even in the quiet of the night around us, I almost don’t hear them. There’s an intensity in his eyes that has my instincts rising up so swiftly it’s like the axis of my world rocks unsteadily.
I still remember the day Miles asked me to be his Omega.
At the time, I thought it was incredibly romantic.
Looking back at the casual question tossed across the table at a fancy restaurant with a bottle of ridiculously expensive wine, I realize it was nothing more than another transaction.
Another business deal he had to secure. With him, it was about property and ownership—me being his.
This? With August? This is everything it should be when an Alpha wants to commit to an Omega. He’s not treating me like a possession, but something of value. He’s not looking at what I can offer him, but what he can provide for me.
He wants to be mine.
The tension underlying the gentleness of his words belies the need that he’s holding back for me. That’s when I know there’s only one answer.
“Make me yours then, August Young.”
His growl pierces the night as he lifts us off the bike with one hand on my ass and the other clutching my upper back. My legs wrap around his waist as our mouths meet in the middle.
“I don’t think I can wait,” he rasps, his mouth dragging down my neck.
“So don’t.”
His entire body rumbles with the force of his purr, and when he pulls back and looks down at me, my breath catches.
“I love you, Shay Bennett.”
“I love you too,” I whisper, lost in the reverent way he’s regarding me.
I feel treasured. Safe. Secure. All in ways I’ve never experienced before.
Wetness splashes against my cheek, then it hits Aug’s nose. With each drop that falls, our smiles grow until it’s a full-on downpour.
“I should get you inside.” He says the words but doesn’t make a move for the door.
“Or you could make me yours right here in the rain. Not sure it gets more romantic than that, Ms. Foxx.”
“You’re perfect. You know that, right?”
“I’m perfect when I’m with you and the pack.”
He growls again, diving in to lick up the exposed length of my neck. “You’re about to be mine, baby. I promise to love and cherish you until my dying breath.”
His teeth skim along the sensitive spot just behind my ear, and goosebumps break out along my skin.
“Aug...”
I don’t get to finish the thought. His bite makes me gasp, a sharp pinch of pain followed by an overwhelming flood of emotions that rushes through my blood like raging rapids.
His scent is deep and intoxicating, the spice sitting on my tongue and blending with the rich wine in a way that feels more intense now.
He hasn’t even touched me, but I swear a soft orgasm rolls over me.
“I had no idea,” he rasps as he tends to his mark lovingly.
Each stroke of his tongue against it sends tingles down my spine. With my fingers tangled in his hair, I can’t find words to describe everything I’m experiencing. I just know the depth of this man’s feelings are immense.
“I think I have one regret,” he murmurs, pressing one last kiss to his bite.
My belly flips. “I—”
He pulls back and runs his hand along my jaw. “I should’ve been inside you when I did that because I’ve got a mess in my pants.”
My laughter rings out over the din of the rain still falling around us. It’s dripping off my lashes and clinging to my lips.
“Take us inside then, Alpha, and let your Omega clean you up,” I suggest with a grin.
He starts heading for the house. “Fuck, I love the way you said that. I’m half-hard already.”
“Good. Because next time I want to come with your dick deep inside me.”
His footsteps falter on the last step, but he pretends nothing happened. “You’re dangerous.”
“And you love me anyways.”
“You fucking know it, firecracker.”
He stalks up the stairs and through the hidden door to the nest. The bathroom there is larger, and I’m sure he’s already anticipating having company.
“I can feel the others.” They’re in the background, the connection faint but surprisingly vivid.
“Then you can feel how fucking happy they are and what will likely happen when they get back here.”
“Then we should enjoy these last few moments alone then, right, Alpha?”
He’s purring even as the words “Son of a bitch” leave his mouth.
Walking through the door, he flips on the light above the massive tub.
It’s just enough to see, keeping the scene intimate and cozy.
He finally sets me down just outside the shower, and I get to watch with unabashed longing as he strips out of his wet clothes with brisk efficiency.
His tattoos taunt me, my eyes tracing over every line until they snag on his half-hard dick as he kicks his jeans off.
With zero hesitation, his hands reach for my soaked shirt and pull it over my head.
Quick fingers undo my drenched bra and slide it off, tossing it to the side.
Wasting no time, he kneels in front of me, tugging off my boots and socks, then undoes my jeans and pulls them down, leaving me in just my thong.
There’s something about a tatted, muscular man kneeling before you that makes a girl feel powerful.
When he presses a kiss to the space right below my breasts, in the rough area of my heart, I swear to Christ I swoon on the spot.
An enormous amount of love flows over me, our connection in the new bond warm and incredibly bright.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Shay,” he whispers, his voice catching. “I can’t believe you’re all mine.”
Cupping his cheek, my thumb brushes against the rough stubble on his jaw. “Believe it, Aug.”
He surges up, lifting me and stepping into the massive walk-in shower.
Water splashes against the tile floor as he fumbles with the knobs, but that doesn't stop the descent of his mouth on mine. It’s frantic and needy, matching the way my entire body feels like it might die if he doesn’t get inside me soon.
When he backs us under the spray, warmth washes away the cold from the rain, and all I can feel is him. He’s everywhere—physically, mentally, emotionally.
“I need you, Aug,”
“You’ve got me, Shay. Forever.”
Pressing me back against the tile wall, one hand grips the back of my knee and curls my leg around his hip while the other lands beside my head. He guides his now hard length to my pussy, his mouth tenderly brushing against his mark, and I’m already teetering on the edge.
From empty to full in one hard thrust, my hands clutch at his neck, needing something to ground me as my body explodes around him.
Our combined groans bounce off the tile, mutual ecstasy racing between us.
My body doesn’t have the chance to relax before he begins to fuck me hard and fast, lifting me up onto my tiptoes with every ferocious plunge.
I can already feel the tingles at the base of my spine, another release on the verge of tipping me over the precarious ledge I’m balanced on, when August suddenly spins us around and starts to back us toward the bench seat behind us.
A whine escapes until the heady scent of apple brandy hits my nose.
August pulls out, and suddenly I’m gripped in two strong hands that lift me and place my knees on each side of Memphis’ thick, naked thighs. I’m straddling him backward, facing my other Alpha as he strokes the rigid length of his dick and stares down at the two of us.
Memphis’ lips brush against the still-sensitive skin beneath my ear. “So it’s true then? You’re ours?”
“Yeah, lover boy. I’m yours. Or I will be when you sink your teeth into me too.”
His hands haven’t left my waist, and they tighten their hold at my words. “Fuck. Tell me I don’t have to wait, darlin’. I need to be yours more than I need my next breath. I begged Ridge to drive faster the second I felt you come alive in our pack bond.”
Tipping my chin back, I lock eyes with Memphis whose need is evident in the tight line of his jaw. “I’m ready, Alpha. Bite me.” A crooked grin tilts my lips. “Literally, if that wasn’t clear.”
He chuckles, the heavy weight of his cock bobbing against my sex. “Then hang on, darlin’. It’s gonna be a rough ride.”
I don’t have a chance to ask what he means. He reaches around, lining himself up and slamming me down onto his dick as a choked moan slips from my lips. His knot teases against my sex, and the second release I’d been denied earlier flares back to life.
“But we can’t leave your other Alpha hangin’,” he murmurs against my mark. My pussy clenches around him, forcing a growl from his chest.
Aug steps forward, moving in between his cousin’s legs, one hand already sliding around my neck to guide my lips to the precum liberally leaking from his tip.
“C’mon, baby. Need you to choke on my cock while your other Alpha claims you and makes you ours.”
My lips part as he slides between them, and the taste of my satisfaction mixed with the salty tang of him makes my mouth water.
“Roll those hips, darlin’,” Memphis demands, a hint of his bark in his tone.
My body obeys, my hands gripping his knees for leverage as I work my pussy against his shaft while my mouth takes August to the back of my throat.
“You are so fucking sexy right now, baby.” Aug strokes my cheek, and when I look up and meet his hooded eyes, my body squeezes around Memphis.
A whine rushes out as both men groan.
“I need to be yours, Shay,” Memphis rasps. “Tell me where you want my bite.”
My mouth’s a little preoccupied, but I don’t need words. Lifting my left hand from his knee, I raise it over my shoulder. He grips my wrist, kissing my palm before running his tongue along the exact spot where Ridge and Lyon have their marks.
His arm slides around my waist, his hips bucking up into me from below.
Aug thrusts deep, over and over, fingers tightening in my hair as he sinks in one last time.
His thumb grips my chin, forcing it down just enough that the swell of his knot presses between my lips, forcing the fat head of his cock deeper than I thought possible.
“Holy fuck,” he chokes out, then my tongue glides against his expanding knot which sets him off like a bomb.
Thick spurts of cum rush down my throat as I struggle to swallow it all.
But there’s no reprieve.
“I love you, darlin’,” Memphis murmurs.
Before I’ve finished swallowing his cousin’s load, Memphis’ teeth sink into my skin at the same time his hold on me forces me down onto his knot.
He roars, and I detonate around him, choking on the last throb of Aug’s cum.
With cum rushing up and out my nose, my pussy clamping down on Memphis’ knot, and the overwhelming tidal wave of love and concern that floods our new bond, I find it hard to worry about anything other than the all-consuming intensity of it all.
It’s like I’m stuck in a rip tide, pleasure tugging me under over and over again until two strong arms are holding my limp body up and the calloused palm beneath my head keeps me still while Aug’s knot slowly deflates in my mouth.
His other hand is using the water from the shower to gently clean my face.
“I’m so sorry, baby. I didn’t think that through.”
One eyebrow cocks up as if to say, No shit!
“You okay otherwise, darlin’?”
“Mmmhmm.”
Ridge and Lyon are like eager puppies nudging me in the bond. I’d ask why they aren’t here with us, but I’ve got a mouthful of dick and knot at the moment.
“Hang on, baby. I’m gonna see if I can…” He slowly eases back, grimacing as the slight swell of his knot skims past my lips. “There.”
He rubs my jaw, his concern filtering over to me.
“I’m okay, nips. Don’t worry.” I pat his thigh and relax back against Memphis’ chest.
The Alpha nuzzles against my jaw, then raises my hand and kisses his new mark which sends my pussy fluttering around his knot.
Glancing over my shoulder, my eyes meet his. “For the record, I love you too, lover boy.”
“You're ours now,” he whispers.
“I am.” Smirking, I kiss his nose. “Poor you.”
He chuckles.
August brushes a wet strand of hair off my forehead. “We should probably let her go to Ridge and Lyon.”
The other Alpha sighs, but he’s fighting a grin. “Do we have to?”
When I push up onto my knees, his knot slides free, along with a rush of cum.
“Yup. But after I clean this mess up first.”
Aug picks me up and shifts me under the warm water. “We can help.”
Suddenly, I’m the Omega in an Alpha sandwich, and I know if I don’t set some boundaries right now, I’ll end up knotted in the shower again and the Betas won’t see me for hours.
“If those knots end up near any of my holes, we’ll be having words.”
“Yes, ma’am,” they say in unison.
Satisfied, I let them clean me up…and give me more orgasms using anything but their dicks. I’m an Omega. What can I say?