CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO - BIRDIE
Colt drops his shorts, his briefs disappearing in a flash of black cotton.
It’s the first time I’ve seen him naked and I pause to appreciate the view.
Like the rest of Colt, his cock is beautiful, with a thick shaft and a pretty, plum-shaped head.
What I’m not expecting is the horizontal piercing with two silver balls that wink at me in the dim light. “I don’t remember…”
“Well, we didn’t exactly do show and tell...” he murmurs as he slips into the water, casting Hog a quick look. “I wasn’t at peak performance.”
“I remember you peaking very well.”
I smirk and Colt slides my way, plucking a rose petal off my hip and rubbing it over his lips.
“Always ready for a re-do,” he hums, rising on his knees to press his chest to my back.
I melt against him and he slides his hands around to cup my breasts.
He squeezes the flesh, his lips teasing the curl of my ear.
“Are you gonna help your scent mate out of his tight, wet pants, sweetheart?”
I lift hazy eyes to Hog, who’s sitting forward on the stool, a large bulge in his jeans.
Erotic images flicker through my mind and my fingers itch to get my hands on him again.
But as I reach for him, he catches my hand.
“I wanted to talk to you about something… before we’re both lost to the haze.
” I arch a brow because his face has tightened in a way that I don’t like at all.
“Like Colt has pointed out, I’m a big guy. My knot is… a handful.”
It’s not like he’s telling me anything I haven’t already guessed. “Okay… But I already know just the tip is another man’s mountain.”
That gets a small smile from him, but he shakes his head. “I’m just saying, it’s difficult. Even in your heat, it might hurt you, and that’s the last thing I want.”
My heart pinches that he’s calling any part of himself difficult. Alphas are a little obsessed with their knots, and the fact that he feels the need to warn me off makes me sad. I reach up and cup his cheek. “You think you’re gonna break me, Haven?”
“I think it can be a weapon in the wrong hands.”
He tries for a smirk, but I can see the pain beneath the humor.
“That sounds like a direct quote.” He shrugs, but I can taste the pain now and I stroke his cheek. “Charlie?” I whisper.
Colt makes a small sound behind me, but I keep my focus on Hog. “He wasn’t wrong,” he says, rubbing at his brow. “Male omegas are built differently and it’s even worse if they can’t relax around you.”
God, is he saying he and Charlie never had a successful knotting?
My heart pinches even tighter, but I keep the sympathy off my face.
“I’m sorry that happened, but you can’t compare our experiences.
Relaxing around you is frighteningly easy for someone who’s always had to stay on guard.
” I cock a brow at him. “You think I’d let just any guy get close enough to paint my nails?
” He snorts and I lean forward to kiss his bruised lip.
I keep it brief, pulling back to add, “I trust you, Haven. And I want you to trust me with your knot.”
“Fuck,” he groans, swooping back for another, harder kiss. It must be hurting his mouth, but his eyes are full of hungry fire. “I want you so much it’s killing me, Omega.”
“Then leave it in my hands,” I tell him, lowering his zipper. “There’s not much I can’t take when I put my mind to it.”
He groans, but I’m already tugging his jeans off, and this time I’m careful to strip him bare. No more secrets. No more private fears that we’re too afraid to share.
He strips off his shirt, and when he’s naked, I grab his beard, pulling him in for a kiss. He might be hesitant about feeding me his knot, but his tongue sweeps inside my mouth like a starving man.
“You taste so good,” I purr, running my fingers through the pelt on his chest. “I want to lick your cock until it’s dripping onto your knot. Will you share it with me, Alpha?”
“Fuck, you think I can refuse?” he huffs as I wrap my hands around his ass and pull him closer. Colt has been quiet until now, but he rises up behind me, his tongue gently licking over my scent gland. I arch my neck, but I don’t let it distract me from the alpha in front of me.
Taking Hog’s thick shaft in my hand, I rub my thumb over the leaking head, marvelling at the sheer size of it.
The fact that I took even the tip is impressive, but both our prides are at stake as I lean down and lick a slow, sensuous line up his shaft.
He tastes like salt, almonds, and musk, his smoky scent making my eyes roll back in my head.
“You don’t have to…” His words cut off as I lap at his head, pre-cum welling through his slit. It melts on my tongue, and I moan as I clean up every drop I can find. “Omega…Your perfect mouth…”
The awe in his voice makes me smirk, but I’m distracted as Colt runs a finger over the scratches on my back. “Nice work, big guy,” he murmurs. “But I think they might still need some attention. Okay if I give them a little TLC?”
Hog rumbles his approval while I grab Colt’s hip and pull him closer. I kind of have my hands full with Hog, but that doesn’t mean we can’t multi-task. Teamwork, and all that.
Colt doesn’t leave me in suspense, running his tongue in a slow, sweeping line over my shoulder blade.
I mimic his actions, licking Hog’s shaft from root to tip.
On the third pass, I slip his bulbous head into my mouth, glorying in the stretch.
More of his pre-cum trickles onto my tongue, and I swallow it down greedily.
He barely thrusts, clearly still worried about hurting me, and I pull back to look in his eyes.
They’re twin flames of honey arousal, a flush spreading around the edges of his beard.
“Omegas in heat actually benefit from alpha cum,” I tell him with an arched brow. “Omega Allure says so.”
Colt snorts behind me, rising up to feather kisses along my neck. “Don’t argue with the authorities, big guy.”
“Exactly. So, stop treating me like I’m fragile.” I give his cock a long, firm stroke. “I want to make you come, and then I want to drink you down to the last drop.”
Hog doesn’t argue, cupping my head with one hand and stroking my cheek with the other.
Everything about his cock is addictive – the shape, the thickness, and especially the steady trickle of precum.
I wish I could swallow him to the root, but I can’t take much more than his head.
He rocks against my mouth, heat quivering inside me with every grunt and huff that leaves his lips.
Colt has tasted every inch of my scent marks, and now his fingers are drifting down my spine, tickling the cleft of my ass.
With my mouth stuffed, I can’t really give him permission, so I wiggle my hips in invitation.
He answers by gripping my cheeks, his teeth grazing the soft flesh before a finger slides into my pussy.
I clench, both men groaning at the sensation.
There’s something indescribably perfect about taking them both at once, and my mind spins with thoughts of how we can take this further.
Not just fingers that stroke my walls and roll my clit, but Colt’s pierced head, and Hog’s thick knot…
Even Axel could take his turn, rutting into me until we’re both boneless with pleasure…
“You’re spiking, sweetheart,” Colt says a moment before a wave of heat crashes into me, as violent as a furnace door flying open.
I clench down on his finger, but it’s not nearly enough to satisfy the brutal craving in my core.
I groan around Hog’s head, and they both pull back, although the tip of Colt’s finger is still buried in my pussy.
I’m panting, my hips jerking, but this feels the exact opposite of an orgasm.
I grab the sides of the tub and whine my displeasure.
“She needs a knot,” Colt says quietly, and my bleary gaze snaps to Hog’s lap.
His cock is a rigid column of flesh, the head gleaming from my attention.
But my focus is on the thick ridge of muscle at the base.
His knot is so swollen, it’s more of a fist than a bulge.
But the thought of taking any part of this man deep inside me only makes my core throb harder.
“Yes!” I hiss, crawling forward. “I want your knot, Alpha.”
In another world, I’d kick myself for the helpless whine in my voice. But the twisted ache in my womb has stripped me bare. I’m an omega in heat, and my ultimate prize is right in front of my face.
“I should tell you to take Colt’s first…” he mutters, fisting his hands on his knees, “but I want you so much it’s killing me.”
“Then let me ride you!” I claw at his thigh, my other hand stroking his pulsing knot. The skin is so tight it throbs, and my core gives an answering clench. “I promise I’ll only take as much as I can handle.”
Of course, I’d promise just about anything right now. Hog’s face flushes at my desperation, but I can taste his desire like its syrup smeared on my lips. He wants me just as badly as I want him. The question is, does he want me badly enough to take a chance on knotting me?
“In the bath, Alpha,” Colt says from behind me. “The oils will help.”
I thought that’s what my slick was for, but I’m not about to argue when he’s already stepping over the edge of the tub, making room for Hog. “Don’t go,” I say, grabbing Colt’s hand. “I want you with me, too.”
His blue eyes flicker with uncertainty. “You sure? The first time with your scent mate is special.”
Hog frowns down at his packmate, but it’s a gentle look.
Like me, I don’t think his face folds into happy lines easily.
“If I’m her scent mate, then you’re her soulmate, Colt.
” The younger alpha looks at him in surprise and Hog clasps his shoulder, his lips quirking under his beard.
“Can’t you see the way you make her light up, just be being your usual annoying self? ”