Chapter Twenty-seven — Brooks
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
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brOOKS
When I died, drowning in violets was the way I wanted to go.
Trinity was spread before me like a feast. Her breasts moved every time she panted, trying to move for some kind of control or friction. She would get neither.
While I had her tied up, it was the perfect time to explore and find what she liked. And what I liked.
She tasted so fucking sweet, I would never get enough. I nibbled on her clit and took my time, licking and sucking slowly while cataloging every shudder and gasp my Omega made. The way she lifted her hips when I curled my tongue up beneath it. The way she moaned when I pushed her hips back down.
Fuck me. We hadn’t even scratched the surface. Trinity wanted to give up control in ways we’d never imagined finding. It was fucking beautiful.
I sealed my mouth over her clit and moved my tongue as fast as I possibly could, becoming a human vibrator.
Trinity couldn’t keep quiet. She groaned and wriggled and tried to get closer, but couldn’t.
Every time she tried and failed, there was a burst of sweetness.
I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt and licked it up—consumed her like my favorite fucking meal—before going back to vibrating her straight into pleasure.
“Yes, yes, yes.” She chanted the word as she got closer, thighs shaking, body writhing. I pulled back before she came. “Wait, no.”
“Do you think you deserve to come?” I licked her slowly. “After being a brat?”
“Yes. I’m a good brat.”
That drew a laugh from me. “Hmm. We’ll see.”
I went back to eating her. I’d probably be happy here for the rest of my life if it came to that. The flavor. The shivers. The slick and sliding of my tongue on the softness of her skin. Her needy little sounds. The purest version of her scent.
Anyone who didn’t eat pussy was missing out. Because this? This was the best.
Trinity’s cunt was the treasure at the end of the rainbow, framed by trimmed blonde hair. I loved that too.
I glanced up her body and saw her nipples so hard they pointed skyward. Mm. Lifting myself, I sucked the peak into my mouth, teasing, swirling, and biting down.
“Brooks.”
All I did was smirk and switch which tit I sucked on. I loved the sound of her breaths going ragged because I made them that way.
I dragged my teeth over her skin before I returned to her cunt and built her orgasm again. I still wasn’t going to give it to her. I wanted her to come on my cock the first time. However, I wasn’t done playing.
“We’ll be using this position again,” I informed her as I slowly lowered my tongue to her ass. “Someone fucking your throat, your tits, your pussy, and your ass. I’m sure we’ll find room for one more.”
Her whole body tightened.
“Maybe I’ll flip you over when I’m done and start with your ass right now. What do you think of that?”
There was silence for a few long seconds where I traced my tongue back up and fucked her with it, long and slow, until her hips were moving to meet my mouth. I shoved them down again and held her still. “No.”
“It’s your choice,” she finally gasped. “Whether you flip me over or not. It’s your choice, not mine.”
“Damn right.”
I gripped her thighs and pushed them even wider. Fuck, I needed a picture of this. I reached blindly for my phone and only dragged my mouth away from her sweetness to snap the erotic shot.
“It feels so good,” her voice was at once dazed and raw.
The sound of her surrendering with both mind and body.
Becoming a vessel for the pleasure I wanted to give or take away.
The power of that was what drove this need.
I loved the rush of power and control as much as she loved being made helpless.
We wanted to ruin her, treasure her, train her, worship her, own her, and she needed all of those things to feel truly safe.
The world would condemn it, but it worked for us. There was so much fucking bravery in being honest about what you wanted. Especially when what you wanted was to hand yourself over to someone else.
My Omega’s words turned into nothing but garbled sound as I ate her out. She was close. So close. I listened to her gasps and waited until the last second before pulling away. “Why?” A mournful wail of resignation.
Bracing myself on the footboard so I could see her, I fit my cock against her and thrust deep. “This is why.”
She came on the next thrust.
I rolled my hips, adding friction to her swollen clit. Her cunt squeezed around me so tightly I saw white. She came with ragged cries that weren’t voluntary. Her body arched and moved what little it could, trying to deal with the overload of pleasure and sensation.
That I wasn’t going to stop giving her.
The edge of the footboard dug into my hands as I fucked her harder.
Hard enough to shake the bed. Hard enough that her orgasm lasted longer than it probably should have.
Hard enough that she softened and went pliant, accepting my cock and the fact that I could fuck her as long as I wanted, and there wasn’t anything she could do about it except those little words to stop.
She stared up at me with dreamy eyes that made my Alpha charge to the surface and take our Omega.
Her cunt squeezed me again as she came with a quiet gasp. The silent orgasms were sometimes better and deeper. Took root in parts you didn’t know existed.
“Want me to keep you here all night, baby? Take my time fucking you until you pass out, and then all over again while you’re sleeping? Wake up with my cock deep inside this perfect cunt or with me coming on your tongue.”
Trinity’s throat worked as she swallowed. “Yes.”
“Fuck.” Pleasure exploded through me. I buried myself so deep inside her I never wanted to pull out. My swelling knot was perfectly cradled by her body, and every burst of cum I filled her with felt better than the last.
She kept squeezing and releasing me, like her body couldn’t make sense of mine. Pure male pride rolled through me. I was thick. The thickest of the pack, so far as I knew. Her body wasn’t used to me yet, but it would be. She was fucking made for us.
“Trinity?”
Her eyes opened slowly.
“Give me a color, please.”
“It’s like a… does the darker green make it better? I’m the darkest green. Forest green. Green so dark you think it’s black. Green that…” she drifted off. “So, so green.”
“I’m glad.”
A knock on the door, which was slightly ajar.
“Come in.”
Logan stood there, taking in the situation. “Fuck, that’s a beautiful sight.”
I smirked. “I’ll show you the picture I took later.”
He came over and lowered himself by Trinity. “Came to see what you like for breakfast.”
She blinked a couple of times. “Isn’t it evening?”
“For tomorrow.”
“I like almost everything.” Slow breaths. She was melting fast now. “But protein is good in the morning. Diabetes.”
“Eggs?”
“Great. Cheesy ones.”
Logan glanced at me, and I gestured with my head toward her legs. I couldn’t release her fully while I was still knotted in her, but I wanted to get her out of this position. It was hot as fuck, but it was hard on the body. He didn’t hesitate to start undoing her restraints.
Before he left, he leaned down and kissed her. “See you tomorrow, wildfire.”
“Mmkay.”
He laughed silently. “You good?” He mouthed.
I nodded. “Thank you.”
The footboard lifted easily. This I could manage. “I’m going to move you now. Your body might be achy.”
No resistance as I got us both to the head of the bed and under a throw blanket. Omegas needed warmth.
“Want to talk about anything?” I asked.
“No,” she mumbled into my chest. “It was great. Everything was great. Great.”
I smiled into her hair. She was still down deep. I’d check in again tomorrow. For now, I would hold my Omega while she slept, and beg the universe that I would be able to do this forever.