Chapter 23
Chapter Twenty-Three
Charlotte
If I had successfully run the night Patrick and Malachy came to my apartment, I would have forgotten my suppressants. There’s a good chance I wouldn’t have realized until it was too late to go back for them, and that scares the hell out of me.
The only thing worse than feeling like I do right now would be if I was fully responsible for keeping Lucky happy.
We’ve passed a few bugs back and forth, with him getting sick first and me catching it as he’s getting better. He always tries to be well-behaved the first day, but by day two, he’s ready for me to be back to full strength.
He’s a very sweet kid.
Last time I had a cold, he told me he would take care of me, and every five minutes he’d go to the fridge and get me a new bottle of water—whether I needed it or not. There’s no way to truly rest when you’re a single parent.
Although, if I’m not careful, I’m going to get addicted to being pampered.
Patrick kneels beside me and Cormac, teasing his hands over my skin. Every inch of my body aches, but his touch is soft and soothing.
Cormac’s bare skin feels cool compared to mine. His pheromones are relaxing my system, and I’m already fairly covered in Patrick’s from earlier.
My cheeks feel even hotter as I recall the way Patrick held me down and kissed the hell out of me…while also torturing me with ice packs. He’s so different from his brothers, but I like the way he pushes a little without crossing any of my lines.
Patrick’s hand flattens on my neck at the top of my spine as he teases his other hand over my lower back above the band of my panties. His thumb slides under the material, digging into the top of my ass, and I squirm around Cormac’s chest.
There’s every possibility that I’m delusional, but it feels like Patrick isn’t trying to soothe my system—he’s trying to incite it.
He moves from kneeling next to us to straddling my thighs.
It must be awkward for him to have to stretch over Cormac’s legs too, yet he makes the transition seamlessly.
The way he keeps me in place with his hand on my neck lights up my nerve endings. My instincts feel safest when in a confined space, and I love being trapped between their scents.
“Are my massage skills up to your standards?” Patrick asks in a humor-lined tone. He pulls his fingers from my panties, and they snap against my skin. “I asked you a question, lovely.”
“Are you always a dick? Is there never an off button?” I ask with a snort.
Patrick chuckles, leaning over my back and pulling his hand from my neck. It grinds his jeans over my ass, and my core clenches around nothing. He gets close to my ear, and his warm breath fans over my skin, making me shiver.
“Something tells me you’d get bored of me if there was. Now, hush and focus on relaxing your mind enough that your body realizes what it really needs.” He kisses my cheek and scrapes his teeth down the side of my throat as he pulls away and starts massaging my back once more.
He definitely knows what he’s doing.
Although, at this point, there’s a real possibility that I should thank him. At least I’m no longer anxious and in unbearable pain.
I slide my hand up to cradle Cormac’s cheek and tilt his face down to mine. His petrichor scent is everywhere, making my nipples and clit throb.
Patrick is clearly onto something.
Or the fog might be slipping in, but either way, I really want to kiss Cormac.
“Thank you for setting up the room for Lucky,” I murmur, pushing up enough that I can seal my mouth to his.
His facial hair scratches my cheek as I swirl my tongue around his lower lip. He opens for me, and I rock on my knees, deepening the kiss as I make sure my pussy rests over the bulge in his sweats.
Patrick chuckles, teasing his hands down my sides. He runs into the band of my panties, dipping underneath them and following the curve of my hips. There are too many sensations, and my skin pulses with heat at the same moment a cramp rips through my lower abdomen.
Groaning against Cormac’s lips, I shove my ass back, desperately searching for Patrick’s cock. I end up grinding against his thighs, and that’s not nearly as satisfying.
Cormac must notice I’m too overloaded to kiss him properly because he weaves his hand into my hair, taking charge of fucking my mouth with his tongue. Warmth pools in my core, and my face flames.
Jesus.
I’m soaked with slick.
That’s such a bad sign.
My hindbrain tries to tell me it’s an important part of taking both alphas, so tons of slick is actually a good thing.
Cormac’s half-hard cock thickens under me as I grind over him. My skin sizzles, but everything else gets hazy and muted.
“We could get these off you, if you’d like?” Patrick asks, snapping the band of my panties.
I nod, moaning against Cormac’s lips. “Yeah.”
Patrick’s cool hands slide down my hips and thighs as he lifts me up enough that he can tug the material off me.
I kick out of my panties as they get stuck on my feet, and Cormac distracts me again with the way his teeth rake over my lip.
He’s gentler than Patrick was with his kisses, but there’s a rawness with Cormac that I crave.
“You are dripping,” Patrick says. He moved down at some point in my distraction.
One of his hands teases down my spine while two fingers of the other brushes down my pussy from behind.
“Fucking hell, your pheromones are thick.” He works his hand between Cormac and me, circling my clit with the lightest pressure.
“My knot is throbbing so badly it’s painful. ”
Sweat prickles on my skin, and I ache to shake out of my bra, but I’m not sure I trust my arms to hold me up.
Cormac groans against my lips, and I break from our kiss to suck in deep lungfuls of air. I was squished to his front as we made out, but I put my strength to the test, pushing up on my arms to shake out of my bra. The air feels heavenly on my skin for half a second before it heats up.
My brain must truly be fried because it’s not possible that I’m heating the air around me.
I just need to cool off.
And take Cormac’s knot.
He stares at my tits with his teeth digging into his lower lip, and I slide my hands up his stomach.
“God, your skin feels so cool compared to mine,” I say in a weirdly husky tone that doesn’t even sound like me.
“Yeah, let’s see if we can fix that,” Patrick says. The mattress bounces, and his hands wrap around my ankles. “Cormac, scoot down and join us.”
I fall into Cormac’s chest, and Patrick drags me down his brother’s body. My tits tease over Cormac’s sweats and eventually the bed.
Patrick pulls me up until I’m standing at the end of the mattress.
My hair falls around my breasts, and even that’s too much for my oversensitive skin.
He plants a hand on my ass, tugging me to his chest as he dips his head.
“Hang your legs off the end of the bed,” he says, talking to Cormac, but his eyes never leave mine.
“You can stop this at any time. All you need to do is say the word.” His other hand cradles my cheek, and then he’s kissing me.
My heart hammers in my chest, and my arousal builds. God, I’m a big fan of the way he takes charge.
Patrick’s fingers dig into my ass, pulling my pussy apart.
I’m about to beg them both to fuck me when he tugs back, smirking as he stares down at me.
“You need to soak up some alpha cum. A few orgasms for you wouldn’t hurt either.” He marks my cheeks with his pheromones one by one and gives my ass a playful slap. “How about you suck off my brother while I make you come all over my hand? How does that sound, sweetheart?”
I nod wildly, and another wave of cramps rips through my stomach.
“Take your sweats off.” Patrick tosses the words at Cormac. “You heard the omega. She’s about to fuck your world up.” He spins me toward the bed, framing my back. “Let’s try a modified doggy style with your hands on the bed. Knees on the floor.”
That sounds good, but my head is foggy, and it takes a while to process his words.
Luckily, Patrick soothes his hands down my arms, helping me get into position.
His forearm wraps around my stomach, and he leans against my back, guiding me down onto my knees once my hands are in place on either side of Cormac.
Speaking of the youngest O’Connor brother, the way he stretches back on his arms with his cock straining against his boxer briefs makes me ache to lick the wet spot on the material.
“Jesus,” Patrick says. “I thought you knew that I meant for you to take your underwear off too.”
Cormac’s head tilts, and I smile.
“It’s okay,” I say, running my hand over his cock. “We can work around them for now.”
There’s something so boyishly innocent about Cormac, but Patrick’s naughty intensity is a natural dichotomy.
The smell of Cormac’s pre-cum isn’t overwhelmed by the scent of his fresh laundry detergent.
I ignore the latter as I lean closer, rolling my tongue around his crown.
The material feels strange against my tongue, but I’m more focused on the way Cormac’s stomach muscles tighten.
I think I’d like to see all his tightly controlled strength snap.
“Okay, you were right. I should have taken my boxer briefs off.” Cormac grabs the band, pulling them down. His heavy shaft bounces against his stomach, but Patrick chooses that moment to spread my lower lips, shoving two fingers inside me.
The slick sound that fills the air makes my face heat as he stretches his thick digits.
“Fucking Christ, Charlotte,” Patrick growls.
I’m barely doing anything, so I have no idea what that’s about, but it feels like he’s praising me.
Cormac wraps his hand around his length, jerking himself a few times, and I dive forward, licking the pre-cum that drips from his tip.
My cheeks hollow as I work deeper down his shaft, and he releases his cock when my lips brush his thumb. He’s so hard against my tongue, and all I want is to taste more of him.
It’s not a want.
It’s a need.
I might die if I don’t.
I forgot how dramatic I get during waves of heat, but I’m burning with the need to make them both mine.
“It’s okay,” Cormac says softly. “You don’t have to go that deep. I don’t want you to choke.”
Patrick snorts.
We obviously have different ideas of okay. Choking on him sounds hot, and I make it my mission to swallow every inch of Cormac’s cock.
I’m at a weird angle, with my hands on Cormac’s thighs and my knees on the floor, but it makes it easier for Patrick to brush my G-spot with every pump of his fingers into my pussy. He moves his knee between mine, hooks his arm around my waist, and teases my swollen nub.
Patrick frames my back and rakes his teeth across my shoulder.
“Do you know how jealous I am right now? I’ve never resented my brother, but fuck, I ache to take his place.
” He licks and sucks over my skin. “Actually, if I could trade places with anything right now, I’d swap my fingers with my dick.
You’re goddamn killing me, Charlotte.” The edge to his tone makes goose bumps erupt down my arms.
Hearing him finally lose that cocky swagger might be my new favorite thing.
He picks up speed on my clit, and it’s almost impossible to focus on any one thing.
Cormac shoves me deeper down his length with his hand in my hair, and I try to concentrate on sucking him, but I’m so overwhelmed.
Still, I want to impress him, so I bring my palm to the base of his shaft and apply pressure to his knot.
It swells slightly larger in my hold, which makes me imagine what it would feel like doing the same thing while trapped inside me.
My pussy clenches around Patrick’s fingers, and he growls, slapping my clit. I groan around Cormac’s length as another cramp rips through my pelvis. Slick drips from my core, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Patrick’s entire fist is soaked in me.
I wish I was more coherent so I could put on a good performance, but I’m mostly relegated to experiencing all the sensations.
I flatten my tongue on the bottom of Cormac’s shaft and ensure my lips pop around his thick crown. He rewards me with a spurt of pre-cum on my tongue, and I double down, sucking his tip with a fervency that speaks to an omega on the edge.
The pleasure building in my lower stomach sizzles through my nerve endings as my orgasm washes over me from nowhere.
“The way you just clamped down on my fingers…” Patrick has no mercy, slamming his fingertips deep and brushing my G-spot as I sob around Cormac. “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for us.”
Cormac tries to pull me off his cock as my body shakes, but I suck him even deeper as he spills hot cum all over my tongue. I pry my eyes open to study his face, and it’s every bit as sexy as I imagined.
God. I apparently have a new thing for guys with glasses.
It’s a good thing my mouth is full, or I would have begged for them both to bite me. Even after he comes, Cormac doesn’t get soft, but I’m overly sensitive, so I pop off his length to look over my shoulder at Patrick.
“Too much,” I choke out, bringing my hand to pull his fingers from my clit.
Patrick chuckles darkly. “Unless I missed something, that was your first orgasm. I think you need a few more before your body really settles down.”
I groan, but my instincts light up.
Maybe I’m a cliché omega.
I don’t really care.
The idea of being pampered and well-fucked by multiple alphas is the shit my dreams are made of…
I just really need Malachy to join us.