CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE - BIRDIE #2
Especially when his lips brush mine, hesitant at first, but then a little harder. I moan and press back, inviting his probing tongue into my mouth. It’s a heady kiss, his dominance tangled up in the spicy flavor of his rut.
“Not too hard,” Hog growls and I realize one of us has bitten my lip.
I swallow the sting away, but Hog is back on high alert.
“She’s gonna sink deep, but that doesn’t mean you can go as hard as you want,” he admonishes Axel.
“She’s fragile, and all these scrapes and bruises are going to hurt when her heat passes. ”
Axel glares at him over his shoulder. “I have tended an omega’s heat before.”
“Not like this,” Hog says stubbornly. “And not with her.”
The adoration in his voice is hard to miss and I reach for him, pulling him down for a kiss. He’s slow and gentle, but he’s also thorough, and I can feel Axel glaring at the back of his head. “I don’t need a demo,” he says in a snarky tone. “I’ve been watching you assholes for two days.”
“This was just for me,” Hog drawls, and I smirk as he presses his fingers to my lips.
I wouldn’t mind watching them spar a little more, but that angry wave is suddenly coming for me, and I arch off the bed.
All three alphas are instantly alert, but I reach for Colt, since he’s the closest and his cock is fully erect.
Not exactly a graceful way to pick a number, but I pull him down across me, biting the delighted smile off his mouth.
“Fuck me before I explode, Alpha!” I wail.
“Damn, I always wanted to be a first responder,” he huffs, sliding between my thighs.
I pull my legs up, holding my knees open so that he can surge forward and sink deep into my pussy.
There’s hardly any resistance given all the slick and come inside me, but I buck up against him, clawing his firm ass.
I want him faster, harder, deeper… and maybe I yell something along those lines, because he’s suddenly pushing his knot inside me.
My moan becomes a shout of joy, and I grind on his thick cock as it beats the cramp down to a ripple.
Now that my skin isn’t about to ignite, I snap my thighs closed, and savor the man attached to the knot.
He rocks into me with the perfect rhythm, his muscles flexing as I trace them with my tongue.
Even his sweat tastes like sunshine, and I clench down on him, my stomach fluttering at the gleam in his eyes.
Even after all the sex I’ve had, I never want this to end.
My orgasm this time is like a sweet, curling ribbon, and I realize how addictive this alpha could become.
Warm cum pulses through me, and Colt groans like he’s in ecstasy. As his knot throbs and pulses, I kiss him more gently, loving the way pleasure dances across his face. “Did I put the fire out?” he huffs when he finally goes still.
“You definitely doused it for a while,” I smirk, cupping his cheek.
“Me and my trusty hose.”
I’m still grinning as he pulls away and Hog takes his place. He hums as he kisses some of the sunshine off my lips, but I can still feel the tension in his muscles. “I’m gonna stay close while you have a taste of our pack alpha. If you like it, maybe he can go solo.”
Axel’s mouth turns down, but Colt gives him a cheeky grin. “It’s okay, boss. Good things come to the poor sucker who goes last.”
“There isn’t a line,” Axel returns, staring at me with hungry eyes. “You don’t have to wait your turn if our omega wants more than one at a time.”
My stomach gives a hungry clench as I imagine all three alphas tending me, sinking their tongues, and cocks, and fingers into my eager holes.
Yes, that’s exactly what I want.
“We hear you, Omega,” Hog rumbles, and I happily spread my thighs as he drives a thick finger into my pussy. “Getting nice and loose in here,” he purrs. “Want to take a closer look, Pack Alpha?”
It’s not often that Hog uses Axel’s title, but this time it’s deliberate. I can feel the heat coming off Axel before he’s even settled between my thighs. “Make room,” he tells Hog, “I want to make her come on my tongue.”
Hog must decide that’s a reasonable request, because he moves up to kiss me while Axel’s fingers swirl through my folds.
He’s close enough that I can feel his warm breath on my sensitive skin, and I shiver at the first gentle probing of his tongue.
I expected him to dive right in, but he brushes the tip back and forth, like he’s learning the shape of me.
“So beautiful,” he hums, continuing his soft exploration. “Your skin is like velvet.”
“And that’s after it’s been rammed with some monster cocks,” Colt quips, leaning down to kiss my lips. “She’s made for us.”
I tingle at the warm curve of his mouth, but as his fingers trail over my nipples, I wince.
Axel’s head snaps up, his dominance crackling in the air. “What’s going on?”
“She’s tender,” Hog tells him shortly. “You really went at her hard in the shower and now her nipples are sore.”
Axel’s face falls, the fire in his eyes dimming as he looks my way. “I hurt you?”
“It’s a good kind of hurt,” I tell him. “I love having my breasts played with, and I even like it when you’re a little rough…”
“But right now they just need some gentle loving,” Colt hums, softening his tongue against the raw buds. Axel watches him, then starts licking inside me, his mouth barely skimming my skin.
I grab his chin, tilting him away from my throbbing pussy. “I need a knot, Alpha.”
For the first time since I crawled onto his lap, Axel looks uncertain. His scent takes on a sour note, and I press a hand to the front of his shorts. “Why don’t you take these off so I can see what’s on offer?”
Not that I haven’t already seen plenty in the shower, but Axel’s scent sharpens and he quickly rises to his knees.
His impressive abdominals ripple as he strips off his shorts, but my gaze is on the clump of damp fabric he tosses aside.
Snatching them up, I press them to my face, my eyes rolling back at the scent of undiluted alpha.
This is what I need in my nest…
“Are you okay, Omega?”
I ignore Colt, crawling around the edges of the nest with the shorts clenched in my hand. I try tucking them under various cushions and blankets, but there’s too much fabric and not enough alpha.
“Not enough alpha,” Colt parrots, and I wince, realizing how that could be misconstrued.
“I mean alpha clothes!” I screw up my face, struck by a horrible thought. “I lost your sweater in a snowdrift!”
“I have plenty more,” Colt says, looking quickly at the others. “We all do. Do you prefer wool or cotton?”
“Either!” Hog growls. “Go and get some sweaters!”
Colt rolls off the bed, disappearing down the hall in a flash of naked skin. Dresser drawers slam and I scowl. “I don’t want clean clothes.”
“Get the hamper!” Hog roars and I hear Colt’s feet flying over the floorboards as he rushes back to the bathroom. “Here he comes, Omega,” Hog says soothingly. “Where do you want them?”
Colt arrives looking flushed and out of breath. He groans as he tips the laundry hamper on the floor, pawing through the clothes. “I can’t see any sweaters!”