Chapter 31
Wren
My eyes fly open in the low light of the room, and I blink a few times, looking around. My vision is fuzzy for a second, but then I spy Brennan, sitting up against the pillows with something in his lap.
The guys had to go back to working after dinner, so it’s just me and Brennan in the nest. I remember…I had fallen asleep on him early in the evening. I wonder how late it is now.
“Brennan?” I say sleepily, rolling over once to press into his side. “What are you doing?”
He startles, looking down at me like a deer in headlights, and when my eyes dart down to his hands, I can’t believe what I’m seeing.
“Are you…knitting?” I ask incredulously, all sleepiness evacuating my system at the sight of my Marine veteran alpha holding a ball of yellow yarn and a small metal hook.
“Ah…” His face flushes bright red as he looks down at the soft creation in his lap. “Crocheting.”
He looks so cute, it’s hard not to smile. “What are you making?”
My alpha looks down at the yarn again with an indiscernible expression. “I um…I think it’s going to be a scarf. Or a blanket.”
I fight my grin as I lean closer. “I’m no expert or anything, but…
don’t you typically have to know what it is before you start?
” I arch a brow, feeling very refreshed after my power nap.
I glance at the clock, seeing that it’s eleven at night.
So, not super late, but he should be at least trying to sleep by now.
“I’ve actually never been very good at it,” he admits, scratching the back of his head. “It just…helps me to have something to focus on.”
I peer closer at the piece. “Can I see it?” I hold my hands out, but I can tell he’s hesitant to hand it over. He must be worried that I’ll snag the yarn or something. “I promise I’ll be very careful.”
He lets out a humorless laugh. “That’s not…” He sighs, shaking his head, “I…I’m having some issues right now, Song Bird.”
I frown. “Issues? Can I help?”
Brennan groans, his head falling back before he hands the yarn creation over without meeting my eyes. He pulls an earbud out of the ear furthest from me, the music still playing as it sits on the nightstand.
Taking it, I peer closer. It’s like a million little loops forming the strip of yarn, and I can’t quite comprehend how this is staying all together.
“Woah,” my eyes wide, I look up, “I can’t believe you—” Oh. My gaze lands on his lap, and his absolutely raging boner.
It’s ridiculous how unable I am to tear my eyes away.
“That’s why I was crocheting,” he throws his hands over his eyes, his cheeks still red. “I was trying to make it…go away.”
“Brennan,” I say sweetly, gently putting down his project and straddling his lap. “Do you want to know what else can make it go away?”
He gasps as the single layer separating my pussy from his lap brushes between us. I didn’t wear pants to bed tonight, so the only things covering me are my underwear and a big t-shirt.
“Wren,” his voice is pained, “that’s not what I was trying—”
I silence him with a kiss, my lips pressing against his desperately. It’s been days of kissing and sweetness, but I think I’m ready to take another one of my men’s dicks now.
His hands move to grip my hips, but then I’m slipping down his body, settling between his legs and pulling down the front of his boxers.
“Fuck, I want a picture of that,” he groans, his eyes never leaving my face as I grip his hard cock in my hand. I stroke it, loving the little sounds he makes while I give him pleasure.
Turns out, the more you do sex stuff, the more confident you get with it.
Who knew?
“Fuck, wait,” he gasps, and I stop, looking up at him in confusion.
“Did…Did I do something wrong?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not,” he shakes his head fervently. “That was amazing. So amazing, in fact, that I was just about to come. But…I want this to last.”
I bite my lip. “You do?”
His expression softens, and then he’s sitting up, pulling off his shirt. “Of course I do, Baby.”
I nod, removing my own shirt and letting him push me back onto the bed so that I’m staring at the ceiling.
“What are you going to do?” My voice is breathy as he reaches for my underwear, pulling it off me slowly. His eyes trace my body, lingering on my breasts with an appreciative gaze.
“I think I’m the only one who hasn’t gotten a taste of you yet,” he murmurs, bending over and pressing a kiss to my thigh.
“Maverick hasn’t,” I say on a gasp as his tongue traces a line across my sensitive flesh.
He grins up at me. “Then I guess he’ll be the last one.”
My breath hitches, my soul leaving my body as he runs his tongue flat through my soaking wet center. My hips tilt up, and he puts his hands under my ass, holding my lower body to his face as he absolutely devours me.
High pitched cries echo through the room as Brennan eats me like it’s his last meal, running his tongue across my clit in a back-and-forth motion.
I shatter in seconds, my legs shaking and my heart racing. When I come down, Brennan kisses his way up my body until his face is level with mine. “How did you do it with Teddy and Mav?” he asks breathlessly, then grins. “I want to make sure to do something different.”
A small giggle leaves me before his head brushes against my sensitive clit, and I shudder.
“With Teddy, he was on top of me, and then I rode him once,” I breathe out, watching with fascination as his pupils blow.
“And with Maverick, I…well, the term he used was ‘cockwarm’,” Brennan lets out another groan, his head falling forward, his mouth heading straight for my neck.
I arch under his touch, his lips suckling and kissing at my skin.
“And then,” I gasp, “I fell asleep with him still inside me, and when I woke up, I rode him on his desk chair, and then he laid me down and…ah!” I cry out when he gently pulls one of my nipples between his teeth, “Knotted me on the desk.”
“You like falling asleep with a cock in this sweet pussy?” Brennan growls, his hand reaching between us and swiping through my slick folds.
“Fuck, yes,” I groan, my hips moving with him. “I might even—” I snap my lips shut. Where did that thought come from?
Brennan freezes before lifting himself off my tits and looking at me. “Might even what, Song Bird?”
I bite my lip. “I…” I shake my head. “Nevermind.”
“Come on, Baby,” Brennan murmurs, pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “How can we make all your horny little dreams come true if we don’t know what they are?”
My jaw practically drops. Brennan lets a new side come out to play when he’s naked against me.
And I’m not complaining.
I bite my lip again. “I just thought…I don’t have to fall asleep with it inside…if one of you entered me while…I’m already asleep.”
Brennan hums, brushing his lips against mine again. “For cockwarming purposes? Or to fuck you?”
My pussy throbs.
“Either,” I say breathlessly.
“What about other things?” he asks, his hand returning to my pussy as he slips two fingers inside. “What if I woke you up with my head between those perfect thighs?”
Holy fuck. Is that a thing?
He grins down at me, feeling the way my pussy clenches around his fingers at the words.
“What a good omega.” His voice is like velvet as he continues thrusting his fingers inside me. “You want your alphas to do whatever they want with you?”
Oh my gods.
The thought of them, the alphas that I know would never hurt me, just having their wicked way with me makes me so, so hot.
Just any men? Hell no. But these men? My fated mates who have proven time and time again how much they care about me, and how much they love to give me pleasure?
“Yes,” I breathe, my hips grinding helplessly against his fingers. “Whatever they want.”
Something dark flashes in his eyes before he’s driving his fingers into me harder, curling up and hitting that spot that makes fireworks go off behind my eyes.
Pressure builds, and then something wet hits my legs as I explode with pleasure.
My cries echo in the room as the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced takes hold.
“Fuck yeah, Baby, look at you,” Brennan murmurs, his fingers slowing as my hips give out.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp, quickly sitting up. “Did I just pee?”
There’s a huge wet spot underneath me, and I know I did not make that much of a mess when I was with Maverick or Teddy.
This is absolutely mortifying. How the fuck did I—
“Nope.” Brennan gives a self-satisfied grin. “You squirted.”
I frown. Why is he so happy about this? “So…I…squirted? And that’s…good?”
“Song Bird, it’s like a damn trophy,” he boasts. “It means that I got you to come the hardest.”
I really hope this becomes some sort of competition because…yeah, that was the hardest I’ve ever come.
“Come here.” He grabs me by the waist, and pulls me off the bed. “Since the bed’s all wet now, we’ll have to improvise.”
My cheeks heat. “It’s your fault the bed is wet. You’re the one who made me…you know…squirt.”
“You’re damn right I am,” Brennan chuckles, before pulling me to a chair in the corner. He sits, patting his legs. “Hop on, I want to try something.”
“How romantic,” I reply drily, but do as he asks, putting one leg on either side of his lap before grabbing his cock in my hand and guiding it to my entrance.
It’s a stretch, to be sure, but I’m getting used to the slight burn, and I’m so wet from the squirting that it slides in relatively easily.
“Oh, Wren,” he groans, his hands gripping my ass as I lower myself. I love the way his eyes flutter closed when I fully seat myself on him. “You feel like fucking paradise. Are…are you okay?”
I let out a breathless laugh. “I’m more than okay. You feel…so damn good.”
He grips the back of my neck with one hand, pulling me towards him. Our lips meet desperately, and I’m reminded of our kiss in the lake less than a week ago. Was that really the day we first kissed? It feels like I’ve been with them forever.
I clench around him, and he hisses. “Fuck. Hold on.”
In the next second, he stands—one hand still on my ass, one on my neck.
“What are you doing?” I feel near giddy, being held so high in the air.
“That thing I wanted to try,” he answers simply, before walking to the nearby wall. My back meets the drywall, and I gasp at the coolness of it against my back. “I’ve never had sex with anyone against a wall before.”
“Me neither.” I grin, and then we’re kissing again, my body propped between his and the wall as he thrusts up into me. My legs wrap around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.
“Damn, Song Bird,” he grunts, his thrusts growing more frenzied. “I’m not going to last long.”
“Then don’t.” I clench around him, loving the strangled noise he makes.
“Do…do you want me to knot you?”
“Fuck, yes,” I breathe, remembering how good it felt to be stretched full by Mavericks knot.
He groans on the next thrust, not pulling back but instead continuing to push upwards. That brief pinch of pain is still there, but it washes away quickly as I feel his cock pulse inside me. The sensation sets off a sort of mini-orgasm as he continues his shallow thrusting.
“Fuck, fuck, Wren…” he groans, his face burying in my neck as he finds his release. His hips stop moving, but his face stays in my neck, both of us sweaty and breathing hard.
“Wren…” he murmurs, his lips brushing my skin. “I think…no, I know…I’m falling in love with you.”
I wouldn’t have thought it was possible for my heart to be beating any faster, but those words do it. When I take his face in my hands, turning it towards me, I only see vulnerability in his gaze.
Smiling, tears sting my eyes. “The feeling is mutual.”