32. Charlie
Chapter 32
Charlie
“ I t appears I have an intruder in my bed.”
I cracked my eyes open. Eli was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips, giving me a playful scowl.
Kennedy was splayed across my chest, dozing quietly. I hadn’t intended to end up in bed with her, but I wouldn’t complain about the turn of events. Her sweet floral scent was comforting. Eli had become distracted helping Storm with Charlotte for a moment, and I’d taken advantage of the opportunity.
“I know, but she's such a cute intruder. You can't say no to her,” I whispered, gazing down at her warmly. She was completely oblivious to the two of us.
Eli shook his head with a chuckle. “This is probably going to be my only chance to have her stay in my bed because Storm's going to be done with her nest pretty soon.”
“Yeah. Where is he with that?” I asked. He had been spending all his free time in there. We had helped him paint and put down new flooring, but he’d insisted on doing a lot of the decorating himself. The pack had helped him with the bones, but he really wanted to do something for Kennedy himself.
“Last I checked, there was just a little more decorating to do, and I think he wanted to do some sanding in the nursery,” Eli explained. “I'm guessing that, now she’s staying over here, he's going to get his ass in gear.”
I nodded. “It'll be nice for her to have her own space here. Maybe then we can convince her to move in.”
Eli raised an eyebrow. “Do you think she would? I put off asking her because I don't want to rush into things too fast and scare her, but God, I hate not living with her. She's pregnant. Every night that I have to leave her alone, I swear a little bit of me dies.”
“We can be very convincing as a pack. Teamwork makes the dream work and all that. I bet we can have her moving in within two weeks of the nest reveal.”
“I guess we better get Storm to hurry up, then.”
I gently kissed the top of Kennedy's head. “Do you want me to go?” I asked. I didn't want to, but I could also respect that this was his bedroom, his omega, who was pregnant with his child, and he was probably feeling a bit possessive.
My chest burst with happiness when he smiled and shook his head. “I knew it was a good idea to buy a big bed,” he muttered as he walked around to the other side and slid under the covers, Kennedy between us.
“Please tell me Storm picked out a big bed for the nest.”
“He did, but I think we may need bigger,” Eli admitted as he looked longingly at Kennedy asleep on my chest.
“I'm sure we can find something online. How are Dumb and Dumber doing with the baby?”
“Decently. Actually, Storm has managed to feed her, and she's fast asleep in Storm’s arms while they watch a documentary about nature. Micha wanted to watch more of those dancing fruit videos, but Storm refused. He insisted that Charlotte should be watching educational programs. Something about her brain being squishy and impressionable.”
It was boiling.
I’d never felt this warm when sleeping. Opening my eyes, I looked around, surprised to find I wasn’t in my own room. A second later, I remembered why—next to me was a sleeping Kennedy, who was cuddling one of Eli's pillows to her chest, a small smile on her face.
Next to her, Eli was on his back, dead to the world as well. We’d all slept through the night, judging by the daylight streaming in.
Storm must have managed all right, watching Charlotte for the night. No one had come storming into the bedroom in the middle of the night, begging for Kennedy's help. So, I was going to take that as a win.
Grabbing my phone, I shot Storm a text, asking how the night had gone. The only response I received was a photo of Charlotte curled up on his chest and several thumbs up and heart-eye emojis.
I sat up and Eli slowly opened his eyes. His face broke out into a large smile when he saw Kennedy snuggled up to his pillow. “Well, that's a nice sight to wake up to.”
I hummed in agreement.
Eli wrapped his arm around Kennedy, pulling her into his arms. “Morning, beautiful,” he murmured as he kissed her cheek from behind.
A burning desire erupted in my chest. Kennedy was so at ease with him as she snuggled back into his embrace, all sleepy and pliable. I wanted that, desperately so. Despite everything that had happened, Kennedy had given me the impression that she was open to that possibility.
“Morning,” she mumbled sleepily, grinding back on Eli, her violet and vanilla scent intensifying.
Eli bit back a grin, and it dawned on me exactly what she was doing.
Kennedy was grinding on his morning wood.
Just like that, my morning semi was rock hard.
Her eyes opened and met mine. She froze, biting her lip, realizing I had caught what she was doing.
“Morning.” She grinned sheepishly.
I shifted closer to her, still sitting up, so she was pressed between us. I watched her face intently for any sign that she was unhappy with the move. She wasn't displeased. To the contrary, her eyes went wide, and her scent intensified even further. She liked it.
“I should really go check on Charlotte,” Kennedy murmured, but her movements didn’t stop.
“I’ve already spoken with Storm, and Charlotte is happy napping on his chest,” I told her as my hand ran over her hip. She lifted her leg, so her thigh was draped over my hip, pulling me closer to her core.
“You guys are going to turn my daughter into a Velcro baby. She's never going to accept being put down again if you keep letting her sleep on your chests.”
“ Our daughter,” Eli reminded her, nipping gently at her neck, making her shudder.
Fuck, she was stunning. Even sleepy and rumpled, she was perfection. Her pussy was warm against my abdomen.
“Well, I guess that means we have a little time… Whatever shall we do with that?” I asked, smirking at Eli over Kennedy’s head.
A beautiful blush was rising on her face, and judging by the way she was squirming, she was highly anticipating what we wanted to do.
“I think someone’s feeling a little needy,” Eli cooed, his lips never leaving Kennedy’s neck.
“It’s your fault,” she grumbled with a cute pout. I wanted to bite that lip.
“Well, I guess it’s only right we fix it, then,” I said, leaning down to kiss her.
I moved slowly, giving her plenty of time to protest. She tilted her face up to me, providing me perfect access to her mouth, that desperately needy look in her eyes doing something deep and potent to me.
Fuck, I was already in love with her.
Her scent was everywhere, and I was going to make sure that the scent ended up in my bedroom too. I couldn't imagine going to sleep without it now.
Sweet floral burst across my taste buds with the first touch of our lips, and I repressed a groan. I intended to be sweet and gentle with her, but my God, I wanted nothing more than to pull her into me and taste every inch of her.
Her hands wandered across my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake. My hands tangled in her hair, keeping her firmly in place as she ground her pussy against my abdomen, seeking friction.
Having Eli here, nibbling at her neck and whispering dirty things in her ear, only made the whole situation a thousand times hotter. Why had we never shared an omega? It had always been the plan, but we had never considered it while we were being wild and free before courting.
Clearly, that was a dumbass idea, because this was the hottest thing ever.
Eli’s hand snaked between us, and a second later, Kennedy moaned into my mouth. He was playing with her clit, the sound of her wetness making me drool with need.
“She feels so damn good,” Eli muttered. “So wet and needy.”
I chuckled. “We can’t have needy, can we?” I hummed against her lips.
“Hurry up,” she grumbled, thrusting her hips. “Too slow.”
Eli chuckled, but he didn’t increase his pace. Kennedy pouted, and instead of replying, I simply kissed that adorable pout.
She only lasted a few more minutes before she came over Eli’s fingers as I swallowed her moans. Her body trembled in our grip as every wave of her release was wrung out of her body.
Kennedy looked up at me, her eyes wide, panting in the aftermath of her release as she said the one word that made all my blood rush to my cock.
“More.”
She pulled herself away from Eli, looking back at him with a smirk.
“Say what you want, little killer.”
“Both,” she said simply, her face reddening as she bit her lip. Our girl had an idea; she was just too shy to say.
Eli shook his head. “You’ve got to be explicit with us, sweetheart.”
“That’s not fair!” she whined.
“If you want one of us to fuck that pretty dripping pussy, it is,” I said, making her eyes widen and scent deepen.
“I want to taste you again,” she admitted, looking at Eli, “while Charlie fucks me.”
Well, fuck. I had died and was either in a medicated coma, having the most incredible dirty dream, or just straight up in heaven.
Eli lay back, grinning. “Do whatever you want to me, little killer.”
She pounced on him, tugging down his waistband and freeing his cock. She didn’t hesitate, those sweet lips sucking him all the way to the base as his hand fisted her hair.
Watching her take Eli was better than any porn I had ever seen. It was a special kind of crack, and I wanted more of it.
Bent over, her ass stuck up in the air, I got to see just how little Kennedy was wearing. Her bare pussy was exposed to the air, and the sight of it was perfection.
Kneeling behind her, I ran my fingers through her folds, enjoying the way she shuddered at my touch, throwing her hips back, subconsciously begging for more.
“You want to be fucked, princess?” I asked teasingly.
She nodded the best she could around Eli’s cock, humming in agreement as she pushed her hips back toward me. Spreading her legs farther, sending a clear message what she wanted.
This wasn’t what I had expected when I had curled up with her the night before, but there was no way in hell I was going to complain.
Pulling my cock out, I pumped it a few times before lining myself up with her folds. She was so goddamned warm, she was going to scald my cock, but I couldn’t find it in me to care.
Slowly, I sank into her depths, my eyes rolling back into my skull as she enveloped me. Sex had never felt so good. Kennedy was tighter, hotter, and she gripped on to me in ways I had never experienced. I didn’t know if it was because she was an omega, or if it was because she was Kennedy.
My hands clenched her hips. “Fuck me, princess, you feel perfect.”
“How did we get so lucky?” Eli smiled down at her as she worked his length in her throat.
Kennedy was lost in the sensations, her eyes closed as she bounced between us, drawing ragged groan after ragged groan out of my mouth. I was doing my best to keep a calm, measured pace while she had her mouth around Eli. If I let myself go and pounded her like I really wanted to, she would choke.
“I’m getting close. Pull back unless you want to swallow down every drop,” Eli instructed.
Kennedy, the beautiful, sexy omega simply looked up at Eli and took every inch of him, his head thrown back, groaning as his knot started to expand. Kennedy’s hand flew up to his knot, expertly massaging the part that didn’t fit in her mouth.
Eli came with a roar, and she swallowed every drop of cum, humming happily as she did so.
Once he was drained, she released his cock with a pornographic popping sound and beamed up at him. Eli, his hand still fisted in her hair, leaned down and kissed her brutally, all while I was still leisurely fucking her.
“I fucking love you,” Eli mumbled against her lips.
“I love you too.”
Eli glanced at me, a smirk spreading across his face. “I think it’s time for you to get fucked, little killer,” he declared, leaning back to watch the show.
Kennedy looked back at me, her pupils blown. “Yes, please,” she whispered.
I had been patient, but now I needed her, and I needed her badly. “So polite,” I cooed as I leaned forward, nipping at her neck and muttering in her ear. “Good girls get fucked and knotted hard. Is that what you want?” I asked, my hand on her hip holding her firmly in place.
“Yes!” she cried, trying to thrust back and take more of me.
I bit down on her neck, relishing the sweet, slightly floral taste of her skin.
“Then hold on tight, princess,” I instructed as I straightened, both hands on her hips, and thrust hard and deep.
Kennedy howled in pleasure as I set a fast pace. I couldn't think straight; the way her pussy was gripping me made me lose my mind. She was so perfect and so tight. I needed to knot her. I wanted her to be stuffed full of my cum, stretched around my knot, her walls fluttering around me.
“You look so good with my pack mate fucking you,” Eli said, watching her hungrily. Her walls clamped down at his words.
“Do that again,” I instructed. “I think our girl likes praise. She just tightened around me perfectly.” My voice was jagged with the efforts of my thrusts.
“Does she?” Eli asked, cocking one eyebrow before turning his attention back to her. “Do you like hearing how well you’re taking Charlie? He’s already getting close because you’re squeezing him so damn good. Such a perfect omega, and all ours. Ours to fuck and fill.”
Kennedy’s pussy was convulsing around my length as she came again, calling out, her voice ragged with the intensity of her orgasm.
“Good girl,” Eli cooed.
“My turn,” I growled, grasping the flesh of her ass, my thrusts beginning to stutter the closer I got to filling her. Blood rushed through my ears as my body shouted at me to knot her, to lock myself inside Kennedy so she couldn’t escape me.
My gums hurt with the desire to bite down on her neck, to mark her so everyone could see she was mine . Eli and Storm had already impregnated her—I wanted my turn. Still, I needed to be a gentleman, so I would have to make do with fucking her brains out until she was madly in love with me.
Despite how recently she had just come, her walls fluttered around me as I expanded and filled her with spurt after spurt of cum. I had never come so hard in my life.
I collapsed on top of her, my body utterly drained, my mind humming in pleasure as I kissed the back of her neck tasting that floral vanilla I was obsessed with. “You’re mine for a while now.”
She giggled. “Oh no, how terrible.”
We were basking in our post-orgasmic bliss when the bedroom door opened and Micha barreled in. “Hey, breakfast is ready. Do you wa—oh, hello there.” His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, Eli lying back, his cock rapidly softening, and me hovering over a blissed-out Kennedy, locked knot deep inside.
He laughed. “Well, it looks like you’ve had fun!”