EPILOGUE - BIRDIE #4
I manage a shaky smirk, but the guys have a battle plan now, and they stretch me between them, their hands sweeping over me from collarbones to knees.
“Any tips, big guy?” Colt asks, licking his lips. “I mean, she’s taking your knot like a champ…” He makes an oof sound as I pinch his thigh, but I can’t resist rolling to kiss away the sting.
“We get her very, very wet first,” Hog replies, pressing my back to the mattress and slipping a thick finger between my thighs. “When you’re in her, we’ll make a call on whether she can take your knots.”
Colt groans and their pheromones thicken in the air, Axel dipping his head to play with my nipples. He’s perfected the art of bringing me to the edge of that pleasure-pain line, and I push up into his mouth, my thighs dripping with slick.
“That’s it,” Hog purrs, swiping a finger over my folds, “look at this beautiful mess. Let’s help her clean it up.”
The other guys don’t hesitate, and I suddenly have three mouths swiping over my pussy, someone rolling my clit while a tongue spears my core.
I writhe beneath them, crying out as my nipples are gently twisted.
I can feel pleasure already creeping up my spine and I grab Hog by his beard.
“How…?” I ask, since the logistics fail me at this point.
“You ride Colt and I’ll take you from behind,” Axel says, his voice like honey-dipped gravel. “Means I can kiss your pretty back and monitor the knot situation at the same time.”
I smirk, because it’s just like our team leader to multi-task during a double penetration.
Colt wiggles into place underneath me, while Axel’s hands stroke down my spine. Without my heat, I’m relying only on my slick, but Hog reaches into the nightstand and pulls out a tube. When he tosses it to Axel, I look at him, curious. “What is it?”
“Taffy-flavored lube,” he replies with a grin I can see through his beard.
“Jesus,” Axel groans, fisting his hair. “That might be too much of a good thing.”
“Nah, it’s perfect,” Colt purrs, reaching up to tweak my nipples. “We get to knot her, claim her, and then eat her out for dessert.”
I pinch his ribs, but Hog’s hands are on my waist, lifting me over Colt’s hips. My focus suddenly sharpens as I palm his chest, dropping forward to ravage his mouth. I don’t know about dessert, but Colt always tastes like the sweetest thing on the menu to me.
I rock back from his lips, wiggling a little until I can feel his cockhead at my opening. I should probably wait for the taffy lube, but his piercing is tapping my clit, and I can’t resist sinking down.
“Damn!” he groans as I circle my hips, clenching his shaft. “You’re still so tight, little bird.”
“Then we open her up some more,” Axel says, shuffling behind me and slathering his fingers with lube.
He’s removed his shorts and tank, and I look back over my shoulder in a state of hazy bliss.
He catches my eye and runs his glistening palm down his cock before he leans down to kiss my ass cheek.
“Present, sweet girl, so I can rub these pretty walls loose.”
I groan, but press my chest against Colt’s, tipping my hips up for our pack alpha. He runs a silky finger around my stretched opening, then slips it inside my pussy. There’s not a lot of room, but my slick rushes out to greet him, and I can feel myself softening as he strokes my walls.
I kiss Colt again, then grab Hog’s beard. “You feel happy. Are you happy?”
His eyes soften, his thumbs sweeping my cheeks. “You’re giving me everything I ever hoped for, Omega.”
I melt and Axel’s cock pushes inside me, just enough to make my toes curl.
I gasp into Hog’s mouth, and his hands gently lower me back to Colt.
He kisses me like he’s delirious, small, breathless sounds pushed from his throat into my lips.
I know it must be pretty intense with Axel’s cock next to his, but I lick my way up his neck, pausing to nibble on his ear.
“It’s your turn to get stuffed now, pretty boy. ”
He gurgles a laugh, but Axel is starting to move; slow, steady jabs that are lengthening to thrusts. I moan in pleasure, but Colt is frozen under me and I palm his cheek. I peer into his glazed blue eyes. “You okay?”
“I’m holding on by a thread,” he whispers, then smiles. “You know how much I love you, right, Baggage?”
I press my lips back to his, my heart fluttering with joy. “As much as I love you, I’m guessing.”
“Not that it’s a competition,” he reminds me.
“Unless you come before Axel,” I smirk, tweaking his nipple. “Then we’ll have to have a best of three.”
He groans, but I’m distracted by something pressing up from both sides.
Two knots, I realize dazedly, trying to open my thighs to let them in.
But I’m stretched to the limit, and Axel draws me up against his chest, his hands cupping my trembling body.
“Too much, sweet girl,” he murmurs, kissing my throat. “We don’t want to hurt you.”
“Just the tip,” I gasp, pressing down. I’m willing my body to soften, but there’s only so much I can do outside of a heat. “I can take that.”
“You might need a lesson in knot anatomy,” Colt gasps, but I wiggle just enough to feel something pop into my channel. “Damn!” he gasps, shuddering under me. “Trust the team leader to go the extra freaking inch.”
I huff, but I know I won’t be laughing for long. The pressure is starting to scare me, like a monster wave bearing down on me with nowhere to run. “Please Axel,” I gasp, trembling in his arms. “I need you to claim me.”
He runs a soothing hand down my cheek. “Not until you hear me say the words.” I blink at him and he smiles. Not a gung-ho smile, but one just for me. “I love you, Omega, and that’s with my whole heart.”
I sigh, too blissed out to do anything but fall into his kiss. It’s messy and desperate, but I manage to say the words back to him before I’m shaking through my release. Colt comes with a shout, his hips bucking into mine and making Axel growl as his own cock starts throbbing inside me.
“Hold on, sweet mate,” Axel groans, and then he’s pressing me down, folding me between them, and their teeth are sinking in, one below my scent gland and the other under the curve of my jaw.
The sting is sharper than I remember, but their mouths seal over their bites, soothing me with their tongues.
I float in some perfect, sweet soup of bliss, where my body is drenched in cum and slick and my throat throbs like a ruthless bitch.
I groan as Axel slides out of me and then Hog is plucking me off Colt and sweeping me into his arms. I go with a helpless whimper, because every inch of my skin is quivering, like I’ve wandered into a storm of fireflies.
“Shh,” he soothes me, cradling me in his lap. “You’ve done everything you need to do, Omega.”
I give a wobbly laugh. “This is one time where I’ll accept I’ve hit a limit.”
“Let’s all accept that we need a nap,” Colt says groggily, rolling into a pillow. “Then it’s best of three and I’ll kick your ass…”
He falls asleep before he’s finished mounting his challenge and Axel chuckles as he slides off the bed. “Refreshments for my perfect mate,” he says, dropping a kiss on my lips. He pauses, looking at me, then looking around the room. “Damn good work, soldier.”
I don’t know who he’s speaking to, but I flap a happy hand and Hog chuckles. I peer at him through hazy eyes, reaching up to pet his beard. “I love you, Haven.”
A rumble of pure contentment vibrates against my ribs. “More and more every day, Letty,” he replies, since for now, we’ve agreed to keep our real names for times like these.
Hog, the legendary hunter of gunmen, is a big drawcard for their civilian clients, while a large part of me is still Birdie, the omega who had to walk into a trap so that she could finally break free of her cage.
Hog runs his finger over the tattoo on my arm, like his thoughts have gone to a similar place. “Such pretty skin,” he muses. “Have you decided what to do with this?”
I snuggle into his chest, wrapping my arm around his solid bulk. It’s like clinging to a rock that will never move, even after a hundred years of being battered by the elements. “I’m going to keep it.”
The guys suggested I get it removed – or covered up with some artwork, since I like the idea of getting a tattoo that is meaningful to me.
I still plan to do that one day, but I’ve made up my mind about Charlie’s DoD number, and I smile as I blink up at three portraits on the wall.
“Charlie will never stop being a part of the Lawson Pack. And by having this piece of him on my skin, it feels like I’m doing my part to keep his memory alive. ”
“Plus, it brought you to us.” His lips skim mine, but I’m all talked out. I can feel myself slipping, exhaustion pulling at my trembling limbs. “Without Charlie…”
“There’d be no Birdie.”
“And that’s not a world I ever plan on living in,” he rumbles, so much affection and love pouring through the bond, I grab his beard. With a heroic effort, I rise over his lap, my thighs tingling and my mating bites throbbing.
“Right back at you, big guy.”
Thank you for reading my book.