Chapter 29
TWENTY-NINE
A strong arm slides around me and pulls me into their hard body.
The movement is fluid, and my omega instinctually allows it despite the sleep that’s still curling around us.
Strong, syrupy molasses and sweet, fluffy marshmallows invade the air, the smell stronger than ever as I curl further into the firm muscle.
The rough lines of his exterior pull me further and further from my slumber.
I urge to feel more, my ass scooting closer to feel every muscle and warm sliver of skin.
A quiet groan sounds from somewhere close, the noise muffled until I start to nudge myself awake.
My eyes start to peel open, and the room comes into view.
The gray walls, the boring draped curtains, the generic lamp in the corner.
There’s also an alpha on the other side of the bed, completely lax in his sleep. My alpha, I realize. He’s snoring quietly, and then I feel something hard and tempting right against my bare ass, the familiar pull reminding me of the events of last night.
I grind my ass over Remi’s cock, the same need from last night furrowing inside me once more. My omega wants us closer, morphed together, as soon as humanly possible.
I can tell the second he is fully awake by the cognizant moan he lets slip as his body starts to move with mine.
“Fuck.” I hear the hushed curse under his breath, the husky sound going all the way down to my core.
His hand curves around me, touching me exactly where I need him as his fingers move circles over the bundle of nerves between my legs.
I gasp, a feral moan escaping me as he works me over.
I can already feel the slick covering my thighs, the wet sounds moving with his fingers as he pulls the pleasure from my body.
“Shh, baby,” he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine from the quiet rasp. “You don’t want to wake up Lennon, now, do you? He’s sleeping so peacefully.”
My eyes trail over to Lennon, who’s sleeping on his back, one hand resting on his sternum.
His chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm.
Gosh, how much energy did our sexscapade drain from him last night?
There’s no reason why he should be sleeping so nonchalantly while Remi is turning me into a pile of goo.
I quiet my moans until they’re basically nonexistent, wanting nothing more than for this teasing to end. He kisses my neck, teasing my omega with little swipes of his teeth against the sensitive skin before giving me praise.
“Good girl. That’s a good omega. Always so compliant,” he commends me, his fingers still slowly massaging my clit. “Now, let me use my perfect girl to come.”
I almost break and let out the broken sound so desperately, but then his cock pushes past the rim of my entrance and impales me so fast, I can’t breathe.
My mouth parts on a quiet gasp, the pressure making it nearly impossible, but I somehow manage it.
He slides in easy and quickly, my body bowing to him as he takes it.
I fight every moan that wants to escape, the only noise in the room being the sound of slick between us and his soft praises in my ear.
When his cock gets all the way in, I finally heave a sigh of relief, allowing myself the quiet moment to adjust. His fingers still toy with my clit, sending shocks through my body, as his other hand wraps around to grab my breast, the pads of his fingers tweaking and pulling at my nipple.
He pinches both bundles of nerves at the same time that his cock is buried deep inside of me, and I see stars, the power of his torment pushing me to a cliffside with the promise of an inevitable fall.
Remi finally pulls out, the slow drag of his cock against my walls almost too much to bear with every other mode of stimulation that’s going on, but then he’s thrusting back in, and I choke on a breath, already at the end of my rope.
“That’s it, baby. You’re so good for letting me use this tight hole. You feel so fucking good.”
His thrusts are controlled, steady, all while he pinches me in tandem with every hit to my g-spot.
It’s everything, and I can’t stop myself from coming even if I wanted to.
The feeling bursts through me, the orgasm a quiet but deadly force as it gathers in my core and shoots all the way to my toes.
He moans, his pace faltering slightly as he feels me squeezing him, surprised by my abrupt orgasm.
“You come so prettily,” he tells me. “Ever since that first time in that club bathroom. I think about it. I dream about it. I come to the memory of it all the time.”
His torture doesn’t stop even after I come down. The sensitivity sends shocks through me, and I find myself wishing I could scream because the pressure is so good but so much.
“Remi,” I warn him, feeling my body bow to him again. “Remi.”
“What is it, Omega?” he asks, and by the stammer in his voice, I’m guessing he is nearly there, trying to hold on so he can give me one more climax. “What do you need from me?”
“I…” My omega only has one thing she wants, and I struggle to voice it, but with each torturous moment where I know it’s the only thing that will toss me back over, I force myself to say it. “Knot me, Alpha. Please.”
Remi speeds up, probably not consciously, but his alpha meets my omega tit for tat as the pace increases and he groans so deeply that I can hear a feral note of pleasure hidden in it.
“My omega wants my knot?” he asks. I nod feverishly, needing it more than anything. “Then she gets what she wants.”
His fingers move in faster and tighter circles that have me mewling.
Just as I’m about to crash, Remi pushes his knot inside me and comes.
The force of it sends me over the edge, my belly flipping and core spasming with every movement of his knot inside of me.
It’s snug, touching every nerve ending it possibly can, and I can feel his cum filling me with every thrust he can manage.
“Fuck,” Remi rasps, his forehead resting on my shoulder as his cock continues to pulse inside me.
“Fuck, indeed.”
Remi and I both snap our necks, looking to the other side of the bed. I honestly forgot that Lennon was sleeping there, and now it’s hilarious because he’s sitting up on his elbows, staring at us with a parted mouth that says he definitely saw the last bit of the performance.
“Are you knotted right now?” Lennon asks, his eyes still sleepy, but also full of surprise and a touch of arousal, too.
“I… yes,” I respond, finding that I can’t move my body in the slightest or it’ll send more surges of pleasure right up my spine. From the way Remi holds me still, I’m guessing it’s having the same effect on him.
“And why the hell didn’t you wake me up?” he directly asks his pack mate.
I try to look over at Remi, the smug curve of his lips only slightly visible from my periphery.
“You snooze, you lose, Len.”
I snort. “I think the correct term is ‘the early bird gets the worm.’”
“Ay, but you are not a worm.” Lennon scoots closer and takes my face in his hands. “You are our vicious little flower.”
He kisses me then, soft and sweet, and I’m pliant in his hold as his lips work over mine. Just the gentleness of his morning touch and the slightest inhale of our combined scents has me clamping down on Remi’s cock, ready for more.
“Alright, Omega,” Remi moans, his head going back. “We have to wait a little bit, okay? This is my first time, so I don’t know how long it’s going to take.”
We pull apart with an excitable flush. “Sorry.”
“Looks like we’re having breakfast in bed, then.” Lennon barks a laugh as he gets up and pulls on a pair of sweats. My eyes track over his torso, the long miles of taut muscles, the lines that dip right into his waistband. “I’ll see what we have. Be right back.”
In his absence, Remi strokes my back and my hair and everywhere he can comfortably reach. I sigh into the touch, relaxing into the pillow without a care in the world.
“Is this comfortable for you?” he asks, the question laced with concern. “Yesterday was your first time, so I want to make sure you still feel okay.”
“I feel good.” I nip at his lip over my shoulder, earning a satisfied hum from his throat. “And that wasn’t my first time.”
Remi’s eyes intensify, a low growl swelling from his chest before he shakes the murderous thoughts from his head.
“Was your first time good for you, at least?” he asks.
“It was very good. Cyrus treated me really well.”
The dumb look on his face causes me to choke on a laugh. “Oh my god, your face.”
“That’s not funny,” he says, even as he cracks an amused smile. “I was trying to wrangle my beast into its cage at the thought of someone else touching you, but you were talking about Cyrus?”
I give him a smug look. “Maybe don’t assume next time.”
“You’re right. I won’t,” he promises, kissing the crook of my shoulder. My eyebrows raise.
“Also, why didn’t you know that? Did Cyrus not tell you?”
Remi shakes his head. “We don’t really speak about our intimate lives like that with each other.
Now, if we’re all in the same room while it happens, that’s a different story.
Like, if I were there, watching Cyrus take you and waiting for my turn to touch you, then that’s all in the scope of being a pack. Those details we’d be privy to.”
I pulse around him at the thought of being surrounded by all of them, and he groans low into my shoulder. “Do you like the sound of that, baby? Do you like the idea of all of us circling you, watching? Teasing? Coordinating?”
I don’t give a response; I just let the crimson blush take over my face, flustered despite currently being knotted on an alpha’s cock in a way that’s anything but innocent.
The line of thinking brings me to another question that I completely forgot about while in the throes with these two alphas, but now in the quiet room, I am desperate to hear more.
“So, you and Lennon. You’re not… involved?”
His answering grin is so sexy, I have to bite my lip to keep quiet at the sight of it.
“What we told you last night was the truth. When you left our tour bus that one time, we did help each other out. It wasn’t the first time, and if you’re okay with it, I’m sure it won’t be the last. But we’re not romantically involved like Cyrus and Malaki are with Jamie. ”
I nod, trying to understand the dynamic. “So, you’re friends that fuck sometimes?”
He shakes his head. “We’ve fooled around, but we’ve never done penetration.” He laughs when he sees the scandalized looks on my face. “It just doesn’t feel like us.”
“How did it start?”
Remi pauses, like he’s thinking back through all the years they’ve known each other, his smile quirking at the memories. “Around the same time Malaki and Cyrus started getting serious about Jamie.”
I smile. “Because you wanted to have that connection, too?”
Remi’s relaxed features light up with amusement.
“I guess it just opened up our minds to the possibility. When your friends are being so open and honest with themselves about who they are and what they want, it makes you think the same thing about yourself. Lennon and I hung out a lot while those three went on dates and went through their courtship, so we… fell into it, I guess. Experimented. When we realized we enjoyed it and it didn’t have to alter our friendship, we let it happen naturally whenever the urge came up. It just worked for us.”
I nod, processing it all. I remember when Cleo was coming to terms with her pansexuality, how people looked at her and how they questioned her honesty in the matter, especially when she was “dating” Cyrus.
I remember her explaining to me in high school how it took her a while to realize it wasn’t just her attraction, but her romantic interests that helped shape the image she had of herself.
The crushes she had, who she fell in love with, who she could see herself being vulnerable with.
The sparks you get in your belly when someone accidentally brushes your hand or stands too close to you.
From my understanding, these two don’t feel that way toward each other.
They are just so comfortable with each other that helping each other out is a choice made out of primal need rather than romantic connection.
“Well,” I start. “I don’t mind. If you guys want to help each other out still, or if the urge happens. But if you ever changed your minds about each other, or start to feel anything different, I’d like you to tell me. That’s my only ask.”
He places his hands on my cheeks, cradling my face, and my stomach blooms with a fluttery sensation.
“Always. No secrets. If anything like that happens, we will tell you. That’s a given.
” His thumb brushes over my skin slightly.
“But I will say, us being together would probably only happen if you weren’t around.
And even if it did, we’d probably both spend the entire time talking about you to tease each other more than anything. ”
A giggle escapes. “Is that what happened on the bus?”
His lips tilt upwards. “Would you like me to tell you?” he whispers. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Knowing every single detail of that night, how we inhaled that sensational scent you left behind and stroked each other until we came with your name on our lips?”
I feel myself pulse around him where he’s nestled inside of me, and we both let out strangled groans. “Stop. We’ll be like this all day if you talk to me like that.”
“Maybe that’s what I want,” he tells me. “Maybe I want to be cockwarmed inside this gorgeous cunt all fucking day.”
“We have a concert tonight,” I laugh.
He shrugs, nonchalant. “I don’t care one bit. They could stand there waiting for us all night long, and I couldn’t care less because I’d still be here with you. Actual bliss incarnate.”