Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Charlotte
My nerves are shot as Lacey and I make our way down the hallway to the bathroom I was told to get ready in. No one gave me anything to change into, so I suppose I’m just winging this.
Lacey and her guys are planning to leave before the claiming starts, but I appreciate her keeping me company until then.
I stop in my tracks as Vanessa makes her way toward us with a gift box in her hand. She smiles, and Lacey hisses. My head whips in her direction as I quirk an eyebrow. I didn’t know the two of them had even met before, so I have no idea why she has that kind of reaction.
She shrugs, and Vanessa grows closer.
“I’m really sorry about the whole kidnapping thing,” I blurt out as she comes to a stop.
She shrugs. “It wasn’t the highlight of my day, but I’m alive.
This is for you.” She shoves the box at my chest. “Consider it a thank you for making the O’Connors fall in love with you present.
Seriously, thank you. Though I have to know.
Is the little boy Patrick’s? I know that psycho from the MC was convinced that it’s his kid, but he looks so much like Patrick… ”
I take the box, shaking my head. “He’s not. I hadn’t even met Patrick back then.”
“Okay, wow.” Vanessa’s eyes widen, and she darts her head around before focusing back on me. “A little piece of advice—never tell anyone that. If you don’t want to lie and someone asks, just don’t answer. Boston has a long memory. You never know when someone will use that against him.”
My head tilts. I don’t know what she means by that, and I don’t get to ask.
She nods to the gift and says, “That’s just to help protect your modesty. My mom left me something similar before she died, and I thought…” She shrugs. “Wear it or don’t. Totally up to you.” With that, she turns and walks away.
“Thank you, Vanessa,” I call out.
She doesn’t look back, but she raises a hand, waving over her head.
“For whatever reason, I’m not a fan of her,” Lacey whispers.
I almost laugh.
I don’t think she’s so bad.
If I were in her position, I would have done anything I could to get out of a loveless marriage. Then again, if she’d been interested in my guys, I would have a very different opinion.
The stage has some lights, but they’re not very bright. The audience will be able to see everything that happens. There’s no way around that. It’s the entire point of this whole exchange.
I don’t find the idea as appalling as I originally thought I would. It’s kinda barbaric, and I fully believe it should be voluntary rather than expected, but I trust my guys. They said they would do everything they could to give me as much coverage as possible, and I believe them.
“Where did you get that sexy little number?” Patrick asks, pulling me with him as he backs toward the bed.
“A gift from Vanessa,” I say, working the buttons on his dress shirt. He lost the tie, belt, and his shoes at some point since I saw him last. “I also ditched the toy in the bathroom trash. I was not about to let you pluck that thing out of me in front of an audience.”
He chuckles, dipping his head to capture my lips. I want to melt into him, but I stay focused on my goal of unbuttoning his shirt. I finally hit the bottom button as Patrick pulls back from our kiss.
“You better get the hang of multitasking. You’ve got three alphas to please.” He grins and spins me around using his hold on my hips.
Cormac already has his shirt unbuttoned and his pants hanging open. He smiles and wraps his hand around the back of my head while shoving his mouth to mine. My fingers slide up his chest and push his shirt off, allowing it to fall down his arms and bunch on the floor.
I tease my fingers back down his lithe chest until I bump the top of his boxer briefs.
I avoided taking my suppressants last night and this morning, hoping it would make it easier to get lost to the pheromone fog. I’m not sure if that was a good or a bad call, but I guess we’re going to find out.
Cormac growls against my lips, pulling back.
I chase his mouth, but I’m once again spun until this time Malachy comes into view.
“I’m buying you one of these in every fucking color,” he murmurs, pulling the ribbon that covers my tits.
A low growl rattles out of his chest, and his head tilts predatorily.
The sides of the bow fall open, and cool air teases my skin. The spaghetti straps stay in place, I just now have two dangling ribbons hanging down my sides. The rest of the lingerie is kinda like a slip dress, but without the bow being tied, my entire chest is on display.
Mal grips my hips, picks me up, and tosses me onto the mattress.
I land on my hair and have to lean up and move it from under me. Before I’m even back against the mattress, Malachy has my knees resting over his shoulders. He tugs off my panties, buries his face in my pussy, and feasts.
I’m already slick from that fucking toy Patrick played with on and off all throughout the party.
The mattress bounces as Cormac climbs on at my side, and Patrick appears over my head. They’re both down to just their boxer briefs, and I start to feel a little overloaded.
Maybe we should have practiced this at home. Trying our first foursome in front of an audience seems like a lofty goal.
Patrick smirks at me, and it’s weird seeing him upside down, but he’s so handsome it takes my breath away.
Malachy’s tongue flicks over my clit, and I bow off the mattress, stretching a hand down to cradle his skull.
Patrick’s hard cock pushes against his underwear, but he ignores his erection, cupping my tits and teasing my nipples.
Cormac doesn’t let his brother’s arms stop him. He leans over my top half and runs his hand over the top of my head before kissing me.
Their skin brushes mine in so many different places, and I ache to close my eyes and live in the moment.
I’m supposed to be putting on a good show. Fucking all three of them and making the audience envious. Instead, they’re spoiling the hell out of me.
My whole body thrashes as Malachy buries two thick fingers inside my core, working my clit with no mercy. Their scents are everywhere, combining into the perfect storm for my senses. Heat builds under my skin, and all I can think about is how to get their cum inside me.
Cormac pulls back to let me breathe, rubbing his thumb over my cheek. “You’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen. You make me feel things I didn’t even know were possible.”
I nod, wanting to tell him meaningful things in return, but an unexpected orgasm washes through my system.
I whine, begging for a knot, and Cormac silences me with a kiss. His tongue swirls over his bondmark, sending a sizzle through the connection. I gush around Malachy’s fingers as euphoria ravages my system. It’s intense but so good.
Cormac disappears—which I guess is fair, I forgot to kiss him back—and Malachy pulls his hand from my sex. He licks and nips from my hood to my thigh. His beard tickles my skin, and I jolt, but I also love it.
He leans over me, grabs my hands, and pulls me up before laying me down again, this time on my stomach.
Patrick knee-walks closer, shoving his boxer briefs down and jerking himself. “I wanna watch every inch disappear between your pretty pink lips.”
I want that too.
So much.
Pushing up onto my knees, I make sure my top half is high enough that I can easily suck Patrick’s cock.
The back of my nightie gets tossed up, and warm hands tease over my hips at the same time Patrick guides his crown to my lips.
The three-to-one ratio is amazing. It also makes it hard to keep up with what’s happening.
“That’s a good girl. Suck him deep,” Malachy coos from my right. I have no idea when he got on the bed, but that means it’s Cormac who’s jerking his crown against my pussy.
Patrick wraps his fist in my hair, and his abs flex as he thrusts into my mouth. I try to make it good by hollowing my cheeks, but it mostly feels like I’m along for the ride.
Cormac slams inside me, and I moan around Patrick’s length.
It’s in the back of my mind that people are out there watching us, but I’m foggy and focused on pleasing my alphas.
It doesn’t take long for them to find the perfect rhythm. Every time Cormac thrusts, I take more of Patrick into my mouth. I’m sweaty and desperate to come again, but I’m not sure I’ll get there without pressure on my clit.
That is, until Cormac’s shaft grows longer and thicker, and he drops his walls in the bond. His pleasure spills into the connection, and it ricochets through me with physical force.
I wail, moaning like a well-paid porn star.
Patrick stills his thrusts, giving me a small reprieve as Cormac bucks into me in punishing strokes that prolong my orgasm. By the time he stills, I’m confused about what year it is, let alone being concerned about where we are.
Cormac’s heat disappears from against my ass. I’m achy and empty as he tugs free of my dripping core.
“Me next,” Patrick growls, pulling free of my mouth. “This isn’t going to last long. You’re too fucking good at that.”
He leans down, loops his arms under mine and pulls me fully onto the mattress once more. I’m so wobbly that I would likely fall over, but Malachy appears at my side.
“I’m so fucking hard right now it’s almost painful.
” He wraps an arm around me and kisses my temple.
“You’re a wet dream come to life. I doubt any of them have seen the kind of performance you’re putting on,” he whispers close to my ear.
“A third of the way done. Then we can go home and pamper the fuck out of you.”
Patrick kicks out of his boxer briefs and sits back on his heels, fisting his shaft. “Come on, sweetheart. Let me fill you up too. You’re going to have all three of us dripping out of you for days.”
The thought makes me shiver, and I crawl onto his thighs. It’s a weird position, kinda like he’s kneeling, but with him sitting back on his heels. I have to plant the soles of my feet on the mattress, since I would be up too high to kneel comfortably.
My left hand comes to rest on Patrick’s shoulder, and my ring glints in the light.
It’s massive.
I have no idea how many carats, but it’s a solitary oval stone in platinum or white gold. Just by sight, I can tell it was expensive.
“Ride me, Charlotte,” Patrick growls, slapping my ass.
I moan, reach between us, and move him to my opening. The stretch is delicious as he enters me, and my forehead falls against his shoulder.
“Well, fuck. I’m going to embarrass myself.” Patrick’s hands cup my ass, helping me to rise and fall over him.
My thighs already burn, so I appreciate the help. I’m foggy and floaty, completely lost to the sensation of him moving inside me.
Or maybe me moving over him?
I don’t know how the logistics pan out, but I know I’m going to come hard if he keeps battering my G-spot. My tits throb with the same pulse that radiates in my clit, and I can’t hold back the ridiculous moans that spill from my lips.
Patrick bucks up into me, slamming me down on his rock-hard shaft.
I lose it.
My face flies forward, and I bite his shoulder as I gush.
“Right there with you, sweetheart,” he growls, emptying inside me. His euphoria ravishes through the bond, and I work my hips in a circle to try to grind out every drop of his cum.
It’s intense, and my body is overloaded.
“Such a good little fuck doll,” Patrick says, kissing the side of my head as he lifts me off his still-hard shaft. It’s silly to light up over such a compliment, but that’s part of being an omega.
Patrick lays me down across the bottom of the mattress. It puts me closer to the audience, but at least I’m not facing them. He bends, giving me a quick kiss, and crawls away as I’m still struggling to catch my breath.
Malachy stretches out over me, kneeling between my spread thighs. His beard is so long that it tickles my chest as his face hovers close to mine. “You’ve gone above and beyond. We can be done here, if you’re sore or too overwhelmed to go on.”
My hand slides up his shoulder until I’m cradling his neck. “You better fuck me, Malachy. I want my proverbial gold sticker for getting the O’Connor brother trifecta. Does it count as a train if there are only three of you?”
Patrick snorts.
Cormac says, “I believe it does. I’ll do an internet search about that later when I buy you gold stars.”
Malachy chuckles, slamming inside me. “I’ll buy you a motherfucking trophy and have it engraved.”
I moan, but Mal seals his lips to mine, gulping down all my sounds. I’m more than slick with the combination of Patrick’s and Cormac’s cum. The stretch is still almost too intense.
He wasn’t joking about how hard he is.
It feels like he might tear me in half.
But in a good way.
A very good way.
In the kind of way where I’m pretty sure he’s rearranging my organs. His electric smell is everywhere, and every snap of his hips shoves his crown against my cervix.
Cum spills out around his swollen cock, and my clit thrums with need. Moving my hand between us, I work my swollen nub, tightening around him with one mission—I want his cum.
I need all three of them dripping out of me.
I’d love it if he could lock it all inside my pussy, but this isn’t the place for knotting.
I beg into the kiss like an omega lost to the fog, and Malachy snarls. He ruts into me almost painfully, but the rabid thrusts send me soaring. I lock down on his length, shaking and sobbing for more.
He slams deep a few more times and comes. Feeling his cock kick inside me is almost otherworldly. His warm skin brushes my tits as they bounce, and his strong body cages me in, making my instincts hum in approval.
The mafia families might view this as Patrick, Malachy, and Cormac’s claiming, but I don’t care.
It was mine too.
And it feels like I just let the world know, the O’Connors are mine.