Chapter 28 – Vanessa
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Vanessa
Hawk is driving me insane, and I’m about to have a very unladylike tantrum if he doesn’t give me his knot. My body shakes and trembles as I tighten over his fingers for the second time, but it’s still not enough.
I want hot, sweaty, dirty sex.
And lots of his pheromones.
All of them.
I want to bury my face in his throat and wallow in his sweaty skin.
Damn.
I might be losing it.
I’m foggy, and my mind is muted and hazy. This is why they warn omegas that the closer they get to a heat, they should only surround themselves with alphas they feel safe with.
A low growl fills the air, and I don’t have to look up to understand it comes from my husband.
“Thank fuck,” Hawk says, his voice hoarse. “Come on, sweet girl. Let’s see if we can get you that knot you’ve been begging for.” He pulls me up with him and rearranges us on the couch. I end up kinda kneeling next to him but mostly leaning against his chest.
His belt and jeans hang open from when we first came into Moretti’s office.
Hawk slammed my back against the wall just next to the door, kissing me senseless.
It worked for a while, until I smartened up.
I thought I was being sneaky, but he caught on the second I stuck my hand down the front of his boxers.
My body pulses with heat, and sweat beads on my skin and at my hairline.
I slide down Hawk’s front, my tits brushing against his side and stomach. It’s not a smooth transition, but it succeeds in getting me at eye level with his pelvis.
“Push up!” I demand, ripping at the waistband of his jeans. I intend to pull down his boxers in one go. Then I’m going to make him come in my mouth.
Only, Moretti loops his arm under me, lifting me off the couch.
“You heard my wife,” he says, placing me on the floor between Hawk’s boots. “She’s going to suck you off while I give her my knot.”
My insides light up, and I nod wildly. “Please, Hawk?”
The bun on the top of his head bounces as he curses under his breath, pushing up enough that he can shove his jeans and boxers down just past his knees.
I dive forward and almost laugh.
His boxers make a perfect little hammock to help hold my tits. Except I freeze as I get a look at his cock.
It’s big.
Incredibly thick.
Maybe not as long as Moretti’s, but so much thicker.
Like painfully thick.
Or it could be amazing.
I bet the stretch would be intense but wonderful.
Moretti’s belt jingles from behind me, and an ominous zipping sound fills the air, making me shiver. Not being able to see what he’s doing heightens the anticipation.
Hawk’s crown weeps, and I wrap my hand around him. Swiping my thumb over the precum, I bring it to my lips and suck it from my skin before I can stop myself.
He’s salty, and it tastes slightly smoky but so good.
Bringing my hand to his shaft once more, I lean in and flick my tongue over his tip. I grip his knot with my other palm, and he seems to like the pressure as he thrusts up into my mouth.
I have no idea what I’m doing, so my goal is just to try my best.
I’m sure enthusiasm will make up for my lack of experience.
I don’t even get to fret about whether I’ll be bad at giving head because Moretti flips up the back of my dress, caressing his hands over my ass.
I wiggle my hips, and he slaps my butt cheek before shoving two fingers inside me.
“Nice and slick,” Moretti says, pulling his fingers from my core. “I guess I have Hawk to thank for that.”
“Mm-hmm.” I moan around Hawk’s shaft, working myself deeper down his length.
It’s awkward, and I feel a little like a snake trying to unhinge its jaw to devour a meal.
I have to look like a mess, but Hawk brushes his fingers over my cheek as he wraps his other hand in my hair. He’s gentle, simply holding my waves away from my face rather than guiding my movements. If he wanted to help by showing me what to do, I wouldn’t turn it down.
Moretti’s hands land on the top of my ass, and he pulls me apart a bit. His tip has radar to my opening. He dips inside, only to pull back out in the next second. There’s barely a twinge of discomfort, but I get over it quickly. His fingers dig into my hips and ass as he follows the same pattern.
That man.
He’s going to drive me crazy, and I think he enjoys tormenting me.
My core clenches, and when he pushes into me again, it’s intense. The stretch is amazing, and I want him slamming deep.
I moan, rocking on my knees as I try to force more of him inside me. It doesn’t work, and I’m empty once again.
Hawk’s shaft jumps against my tongue, and I focus on blowing his mind. My lips rake up his length, but I’m careful to keep my teeth away from him. I might not know much, but I bet that’s a great way to ruin a blow job, fast.
“Watching me disappear inside you is so goddamn sexy,” Moretti growls, dipping inside me. “You hear that, wife?”
I wiggle my hips and swirl my tongue around Hawk’s tip.
Moretti finally picks up his pace, giving me a few inches of his impressive length while Hawk dribbles precum on my tongue.
It makes me ravenous, and I suck on his crown like an omega lost to the fog.
He has so much extra dick that I wouldn’t be able to fit in my mouth, even if he were to bump the back of my throat.
I tighten my hold, practicing taking more of him.
Their scents blend together perfectly, and I get hazy to the point it’s impossible to focus. Popping off Hawk’s cock, I bring my hand to pat his that rests in my hair.
“Show me what you like,” I say, licking my lips. “Just don’t go too crazy. I’m still getting the hang of it.”
“You don’t have to—” Hawk starts.
I dive back onto his length and hollow my cheeks, pushing his hand into my hair.
“Just let her enjoy herself.” Moretti hooks his arm around my hip, pulling my dress up in the front so he can get to my clit.
My body sizzles with need that only gets stronger as Moretti circles my swollen nub.
Hawk guides me down his shaft, teasing the other hand down the front of my dress to flick my nipple.
My husband finally starts fucking me like he’s not afraid to break me. The slick sound that fills the air as he thrusts is kinda obscene, but I’ll be embarrassed about it later.
I want to be sexy and impress them. It’s hard, though, and I get lost to the moment.
Moretti’s pelvis bumps my ass as he slams into me, and it shoves me farther down Hawk’s length. They’re both so hard, and I’m overwhelmed by all the sensations.
My pleasure builds until I’m so close it almost hurts.
Hawk’s knot starts to swell against my hand, and he grows longer and thicker. “Shit, sweetheart. I’m about to bust.” His low, gravelly tone makes me tremble. He tries to pull me off, but I fight against his hold in my hair, cupping the bottom of his shaft with my tongue.
His length jolts, and hot, sticky cum hits the back of my throat. He’s so massive it’s hard to swallow.
I try not to panic but end up choking a little, and Hawk pulls out until only his crown remains on my tongue. His cum hits my taste buds, and I swallow as much as I can.
Feeling him explode, combined with the sexy growl he releases, sends me over the edge.
My core locks down on Moretti’s cock, and I freeze as my orgasm washes over me.
Hawk completely pulls out of my mouth, but he massages my scalp as I come.
“Well, fuck,” my husband growls. His shaft thickens inside me, and he doesn’t let up, bucking into me in punishing strokes that make my entire body bounce. “That’s it, wife. Let me breed you.”
I told him about my birth control implant last night when we lounged in the bath together after getting back from the club, but he seems to really enjoy living in the fantasy.
Something about the primalness of it does it for me, too, and my pussy mercilessly convulses around his jerking cock.
“I’m going to be dripping out of you for days,” Moretti growls. “There will be no doubt who owns you.”
My insides light up, proving exactly how much omegas appreciate being claimed.
“You good?” Moretti asks, but I can’t speak, so I nod. He doesn’t wait, slamming his knot inside me, and I wail.
Hawk slaps his hand over my mouth, which I’ll probably appreciate when I’m more coherent.
My vision goes hazy as the organ swells, locking Moretti in place. The euphoria won’t quit, and every shiver and shake sends bliss through my system.
I’m not even convinced this is reality.
Anything that feels this good must be dangerous.
“Are you okay, darling?” Moretti asks, teasing his hand over my hip.
I nod vigorously, and Hawk finally yanks his hand off my mouth.
Moretti lets off my clit, moving his hand to my middle. He pulls me up until I’m vertical and leans down, nuzzling his jaw to the side of my head. It leaves me in a weird position where he’s sitting back on his heels, and I’m kinda kneeling over his thighs.
It’s uncomfortable, but I think I’ll be able to handle it, at least until my muscles have had enough and give out.
Damn, I’m going to have to work out more.
Moretti gets close to my ear and speaks. “I was afraid that I hurt you. I never worry about inflicting pain on anyone, but I didn’t like the feeling that ripped through my stomach when I thought I might have harmed you.”
“I’m good,” I choke out. “I just need you to move.”
“Mmm, yes, darling. I can do that.” He chuckles darkly, planting his hand just under my breasts and pulling me to rest against his chest. It makes me stretch to keep my knees on the floor and leaves me feeling like his crown is somewhere near my diaphragm.
I gasp, marveling at the way his knot presses against my inner walls as I move.
Moretti’s hand lands on my jaw, tilting my face back toward his. He leans around, kissing me. It’s a naughty, open-mouthed kiss that has our tongues dancing in the air because of the awkward angle.
Once he’s done, he guides me forward, resting my hands on Hawk’s knees.
“Feel free to help out. Play with her tits. Kiss her for me. I’ll handle her clit,” Moretti says, clearly talking to Hawk. I’m not sure I like that he’s implying Hawk can be his proxy, since kissing me isn’t easy in this situation, but they’re all going to have to learn to share.
It might kill me, but I’m going to teach them if it’s the last thing I do.
Moretti begins to rut into me, and Hawk pulls my dress down, allowing my breasts to pop out. Heat pulses under my skin, and I focus on how full I am and how nice the two of them smell mixed together. The only thing missing is Magnum.
“I can’t wait until you’re big and round with my child,” Moretti growls. “I’m going to keep you stuffed full of my cum.”
Hawk’s huge, calloused hands cup my tits, and he smiles at me.
The edges of my vision become hazy, and a string of incoherent begging slips from my lips.
The fog hits hard, and that’s the last thing I remember for who knows how long.
I snuggle close to Hawk on the couch as he runs his hand over my arm. I’m a sticky, well-used mess, and all I want to do is get home so I can force the two of them to snuggle in the nest with me.
Once Magnum gets home, they can sleep in their own rooms, but I’m feeling like I require lots of extra cuddles.
Moretti stands by his desk, tucking in his button-down before righting his tie. I didn’t even know he removed them before fucking me, but I felt a lot of skin, so I probably should have figured it out.
He plucks his phone off the desk, answering it with his brow furrowed. “This is Moretti.”
Anxiety pulses in my chest, and I have no idea why. Maybe because he doesn’t look pleased with whoever is calling.
There’s no way to make out what’s being said, but it’s a male voice.
Moretti sucks in sharply, holding the phone between his head and his shoulder as he waves the other hand at me and Hawk. “Get up, you two. We need to go.”
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
Moretti holds up a finger. “Call Gonzalez. We’re leaving Luxe now. We’ll meet you at the house.” Hanging up, he shoves his phone into his pocket. “Get her up now. We have to go.”
Hawk follows the order without question while I repeat myself for a second time.
“What’s wrong?”
“Your boyfriend got himself shot leaving Grigoryan’s office. That was not part of my orders, just to be clear. In fact, I told him not to needlessly put himself at risk.” Moretti shakes his head, pointing at Hawk. “Toss her over your shoulder. It’ll be faster.”