Chapter 27
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Charlotte
The pack bedroom is just down the hall from the room I stayed in the first few nights I was here. If I stood in the doorway to Lucky’s new room, I would have no trouble spotting the door to the primary room since it’s at the end of the hall.
Basically, it’s a reasonable distance from his room, but it’s still the farthest he’s ever slept from me since he was born. We have the monitor feed pulled up on the television at the end of the bed. The sound is on, and I should hear him if he wakes up.
“You’re killing me, little one,” Malachy says, running his hand over my stomach. “Would you feel better if we swapped back to the other room?”
Cormac lies on his side facing me, and he brings his hand to my cheek. “We’ll do whatever will make you most comfortable.”
“No.” I shake my head. “We showed him the pack bedroom before he went to sleep. He knows where to find me.”
Not that he’s exactly come looking for me lately. I’m not sure how I feel about that, but I’m sure it’s exciting for him to be around men. He hasn’t asked about his dad a lot, but it has come up a few times. That conversation is only going to get more frequent as he grows up.
Maybe it’s selfish, but I doubt all three of us would fit on the bed in the room attached to Lucky’s, and I just really want to spend a night snuggled between Cormac and Malachy. Hell, I wouldn’t have turned down Patrick if he wanted to join us too.
Malachy starts to purr behind me, and my stomach flutters.
I’m in so much trouble.
I’m warm and achy when I stretch in my sleep. I’m wedged on top of someone. Their chest rises and falls under my cheek with their steady breathing. My nose twitches, and it becomes clear that it’s Cormac.
There’s a warm hand on my ass, and most of my right side is caged in by another body.
Malachy.
His beard rests on my arm and shoulder as he sleeps curled around me. His electric smell blends so damn perfectly with Cormac’s petrichor scent, and my body thrums with need.
This is a problem.
The suppressants aren’t back to functioning at one hundred percent. There’s every possibility that being in such close proximity to compatible alphas is hurting their ability to work like they should. Missing several doses didn’t help anything.
My core clenches around nothing as a wave of cramps rips through my abdomen, and I groan, grinding over Cormac’s pelvis. The poor guy is trapped—not only under me, but also partially under Malachy.
My eyes pop open, and I lean up enough that I’m no longer glued to his chest.
“Hi,” he says softly.
I jolt.
I hadn’t realized he was awake, but he is, and he looks different without his glasses.
Cormac is always handsome.
With his glasses.
Without.
It doesn’t matter.
I just really like him.
“Hi,” I whisper, wiggling my hips.
He’s not fully hard, at least it doesn’t feel like he is, but I bet I can get him there in no time.
“You’re warm again,” he whispers, bringing his hand to my neck. “I was considering waking you. I just thought you could use the rest.”
I’m not sure what comes over me.
I dive for his lips, elbowing Malachy in the process.
My face twists into a frown, but I can’t apologize with Cormac’s tongue in my mouth.
Cormac holds my cheek, his fingers digging into my hairline as he takes over the kiss. My body buzzes with need, and I sob. It comes out muffled, but Cormac growls in response.
I pull back to breathe, and I blurt out, “I really need you inside me. Your knot. I need it. You. God, why can’t I speak?”
“Shh,” Malachy says from my side. “We’ve got you. You don’t have to beg.” He pushes up and moves to kneel next to me and Cormac. “How about we get you out of your clothes?”
I nod, moving until I’m fully kneeling over Cormac.
Malachy loops his hands under the bottom of his T-shirt that I’m wearing, ripping it off over my head. My hair falls over my skin, and even the light brush of it is too much. Gathering it, I use the length to tie it up in a bun on the top of my head.
“Are you… Do you want me?” I stare at Cormac as I ask, because I don’t want Malachy to assume he’s okay with something when he’s really not.
“I haven’t done this before, but I want you.” Cormac brushes his thumb over my cheek. “It’s probably a good thing Malachy is around to help out. I don’t want to embarrass myself.”
My head tilts, but I don’t get to ask him for clarification because Malachy says, “Stretch up so I can get these off you.”
My hands rest on Cormac’s shoulders, and I lean forward while Malachy handles my bottoms.
Cormac pushes up, wrapping his tongue around my nipple. He’s tentative at first, but he quickly picks up speed.
I’ve always gotten more of a reserved or innocent energy from him, but I wouldn’t care if he’s had previous partners.
Some wicked part of me also likes the idea of being his one and only.
I don’t know.
It’s confusing.
My skin pulses with heat, and I whimper.
“Lift up if you can, Cormac. I’m going to pull your sweats off too,” Malachy says.
Cormac flicks his tongue over my nipple and pulls away. He leans back on his elbows to push up so Malachy can help him out of his sweats.
Once that’s handled, Malachy’s hands slide down my back. “You’re already slick. Aren’t you?” he asks, looping a hand around to tease my clit. His forearm hooks in the indent above my hip, and the difference between his skin temperature and mine is considerable. “Fuck yes, you are.”
“I am.” I gasp as Cormac’s crown bumps my ass. Wiggling my hips back, I trap his length between us, grinding my pussy over the underside of his shaft. “I’m also burning alive.”
“What do I do?” Cormac asks with wide eyes.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
“Play with her tits,” Malachy says at the same time he plants his free hand on my hip, pushing me back down until my lower lips frame Cormac’s cock. He glides me forward and back, and it’s heavenly.
Cormac takes both instructions. He sits up completely and pushes his lips to mine at the same time he cups my breast, flicking his fingers over my nipple.
“You’re drenched. Fecking Christ, all I can smell is your cunt.” Malachy frames my back and scrapes his teeth over my shoulder before licking and kissing it to take the ache away. “You like having both of us at your mercy. Don’t you, pretty girl?”
I moan, because I really do.
I also love having him talk me through everything.
Is that a kink?
If so, I don’t know which one it would be, but I love how vocal Malachy is.
My body doesn’t know what to do with all the sensations, but I’m obsessed with how safe I feel trapped between them.
Any time I try to focus on one thing—the way Mal teases my clit or how incredible Cormac’s hard cock feels bumping my opening as he slides through my arousal—another seems to take over, short-circuiting my brain.
I wrap my hand around the back of Cormac’s head, and I run my fingers through his short hair.
“I want you so bad,” I say against his lips.
“You have us both,” Cormac says, and I smile.
God, he’s so sweet, and I love that about him. I don’t think he understands that I meant I want him inside me, but I’ll have to get better about being clear and direct when communicating with Cormac.
Pushing up onto my knees, I reach between us, grabbing Cormac’s cock and moving it to my opening.
“We should have a conversation about birth control, at the very least,” Malachy chimes in, slapping my clit.
Cormac growls.
I moan, sinking down on Cormac’s crown. The stretch is so intense that I forget to answer Mal, instead rising and falling on my knees once more.
I need all of him, right now.
“Fuck,” Cormac hisses. “You know, I like kids. I’d be happy to have a couple more.”
I almost laugh.
How very man-like of him to decide to take on a theoretical lifelong commitment just to avoid having to pull out.
Mal snorts, playfully slapping my clit again. “Answer the question, little one. I don’t want you to be regretful later.”
If he was trying to shock me into answering, the action has the opposite effect. The pain only sizzles for half a second before turning into bliss.
I clench around Cormac, forcing more of him inside me. “I have an IUD. It’s got two more years left on it. Just try not to dislodge it with your giant dicks.”
I truly have no desire to ever change another diaper, but the older Lucky gets, the more I miss when he was a baby.
I think I could do the whole pregnancy and kid thing over again. If I had partners at my side this time.
“You’re so hot it’s almost painful, but it’s so good. There’s no way you’re not running a fever,” Cormac chokes out. “Are you supposed to be this tight? Did we forget a step somewhere?”
God, he’s so clueless.
And somehow I think it’s fucking adorable.
“I was more than ready for you,” I assure him, burying my face in his throat.
His pheromones hit me like a ton of bricks, and my vision goes hazy. So, I close my eyes and give in to the urge to just experience.
Cormac’s hands weave between us, landing on my hips. He lifts and drops me over his swollen length until all I can think about is how hot it’ll be when he finally comes inside me.
Malachy applies more pressure to my clit, and my skin sizzles.
I’m not sure I deserve them, but I want to.
They’re so close, giving me everything I need.
Attentive and available.
In my entire life, no one has just given in when I’ve asked for something.
It’s going to make me emotional if I focus on that for too long.
“Charlotte, you’re killing me here.” Cormac groans, his fingers digging into my hips almost painfully.
“Seems like he needs you to get there,” Mal says, wrapping his hand in my makeshift bun. “Come on, little one. Use my brother to get yourself off.” His words light a fire under my skin, and I focus on the stretch and the way Malachy works my swollen nub.
It doesn’t take long until I’m teetering on the edge.
“So close,” I choke out.
“Come for us,” Mal growls, tugging my hair.
Cormac’s shaft grows longer and thicker, and that does it.
Pleasure ricochets through my nerve endings, and I leak around Cormac’s cock as my orgasm washes through my system.
I fall against his chest, sobbing out a plea to be bitten.
One of them or both of them would be fine.
Actually, I want both.
I need them both to claim me.
“I’m going to come,” Cormac growls, and his muscles lock tight.
I’m warm and melty inside, but I switch from bouncing on his cock to deep grinding movements to ensure I can work out every drop of his hot cum.
His shaft jumps inside me as his scent floods the air.
My grinding works a little too well, and his knot slips inside my opening. “Holy fuck…”
“Yeah,” I agree, shivering as his knot swells, pushing deliciously against the bundle of nerves just inside my opening. There’s no way to describe the feeling. Intense bliss and so much pleasure from so little movement.
“Are you okay?” he chokes out.
“So good.” Everything gets hazy and muted, and the fog slips in.
I don’t ever want to leave, so they better get used to the idea of keeping me around. It kinda feels like they already have, but I need to know that’s not wishful thinking.
And to make sure it sticks.
Cormac wraps his arms around me, hugging me to his chest.
It’s sweet and unexpected.
God, I like him so much.
Malachy pulls his arm from between us, stretching out on the pack bed at our side. I work my clit against Cormac’s lower stomach and get lost to the feeling of being stretched over his knot.