Chapter 30 #2
“Pull as hard as you want,” Malaki says, breathless, his grip on my thighs tightening. I go back to what I was doing before, pulling his hair so hard that I fear it might hurt, but he just hisses and lets out a satisfied moan. “Fuck me, you are fucking incredible.”
I can’t breathe as his thrusts continue, hitting me in just the right spot every time. I try biting my lip, but the sounds still echo outward, and I’m praying that this private room is soundproof so no one can hear us in this state.
At some point, his arms move around my middle so he can leverage me more securely as he pistons in and out of me. I lose all ability to have a coherent thought other than Alpha and Knot and Please.
I think I may have said a few of those out loud, but all it resulted in was Malaki’s pace moving faster, his hips working overtime to bring me to the edge.
When I feel like I can’t take it anymore, Malaki brings his thumb to my clit.
The small circles light me up, my entire body becoming taut as he wrings the pleasure out of me.
I find myself pulsing, my body flourishing as the energy pools in my stomach and then releases with a snap.
We both groan into each other, the orgasm lasting so long that I feel like I could pass out from the sheer force of it.
Somehow, I resist that, and then I feel him coming, long spurts of cum as he clutches me tightly and rides out his orgasm. It’s not a knot, but the feeling leaves me just as satisfied. It gets even better when he kisses me, the same intensity from before our shared finish still present.
It makes me giddy, makes me happy. It makes my omega sing.
Before we can do anything about the position we’re in, the door swings open and the heightened scent of orchids floods into the space. I groan again at the presence of it just as I look up into angry hazel eyes.
“You two couldn’t wait twenty minutes?” Jamie asks, his arms crossed over his chest.
Malaki looks over at him, his panting still prevalent. “We got a little… tangled up.”
He finally pulls out of me, and a little whine escapes at how empty I suddenly feel. He helps me rearrange my clothing before he pulls his pants back onto his hips. They never got all the way off and something about that makes the experience even more thrilling.
Jamie lets out a ferocious growl that I’ve never heard before, and fuck me—my core spasms as he stalks closer.
“I had to sit in there and feel how excited you were through the bond,” he chastises our blue-haired alpha. “I got a boner while I was getting my tattoo!”
I choke, and Malaki bursts into laughter.
“It’s not funny,” Jamie says.
“I mean, it’s a little bit funny,” Malaki makes the mistake of saying.
He pokes him right in the chest. “You’re not going to think it’s so funny in a few minutes.” He turns around, leaving no room for argument. “Let’s go. The next clients will be here soon.”
I’m not sure what he means by that, but Malaki doesn’t look worried. He just grins, holds my hand, sauntering as we follow Jamie to the front desk to pay and leave. When we get out to the same tinted van as before with an open back similar to a limo, we crawl in and Jamie rearranges us.
“Sit over there,” Jamie tells Malaki, pointing to the other side of the car.
He looks over and squints. “Why?”
“Because I said so.”
Malaki must not be used to seeing this side of Jamie, because his brows jump. Still, he moves like he’s asked, so far away that I almost can’t smell his beautiful campfire scent without stretching.
I’ve always seen this side of Jamie. He is usually the dominant one in our dynamic, but I know that’s not the case with Malaki and Cyrus. He is showing him a new side of himself, and I am excited to be privy to it.
“Hey,” Jamie talks to the driver through the partition. “Could you drive around for a while? We’d like to see the city a bit and I’ll pay you extra.”
The driver just agrees before he rolls up the partition, giving us the discretion that he must be used to in these situations. I point at the closed partition with a confused scrunch in my brow.
“Is that safe? He could tell someone about how very un-platonic this is.”
“I already made him sign an NDA before I hired him for the day. Mac set it up for me.”
Jamie moves onto his knees in front of me, the sight leaving me winded before he kisses me with such fervor that my head spins. When he pulls back, he kisses my cheek, and then my neck, and then he licks the shell of my ear as a gasp escapes me.
“We still have to be quiet, Petal,” Jamie says, nipping at my neck. “But I know you can. You were so good for my mate, now be good for me.”
A quiet sound escapes me, and then he’s traveling downward, his face trailing down until he can pull my dress up and expose my already ruined panties. He emits a strangled sound at the sight, his eyes dilating just before his thumb moves over the front of me in soft circles.
“Oh my god,” I whisper, straining to keep quiet. My legs open more on instinct as I watch Jamie get all the way to the car floor and situate himself between them.
“You planned this,” Malaki accuses. “You picked the rental service. You planned the entire day.”
“I planned it for us,” Jamie says, nipping my thigh and causing a gasp to escape. “It’s just lucky that you did something that earned you a punishment.”
Malaki pouts, and I nearly laugh before it cuts off with a moan when Jamie drags his tongue over me. Even through the cloth, the feeling makes me weak in the knees, my entire body falling under his mercy.
He spends a few minutes torturing me, licking me through the fabric until they’re once again soaked all the way through.
He hums, pulling it to the side and then devouring me right from the source.
I’m sensitive from my orgasm with Malaki, but the bite of pain is glorious in juxtaposition to the softness of his tongue.
It circles and then laps me in a way that only Jamie could, sending me into an orbit that I feel like I may never come down from.
“Jamie,” Malaki growls.
Jamie flips him off, then he does something absolutely insane and brings that same finger to my entrance. When it impales me, I sigh with relief at being semi-filled once more, my body arching. I feel myself squeeze around him and then he adds another finger, taking the feeling even higher.
“Fuck,” I whisper, unable to keep it in. My fingers find their way to Jamie’s head, curling in the blond streaks hiding beneath the brown. He hums happily, keeping a steady pace on my clit as he curves his fingers inside of me at just the right angle.
“Jamie.” It’s getting even harder to smother my moans, his pace absolutely destroying me and turning me to bits. I hold onto him and find myself thrusting slightly, his mouth causing me to melt beneath him completely.
I look up at Malaki through half-lidded eyes to see that he is holding his cock through his pants, completely at a loss as he watches us. He looks pained, but something about that thrills me as the first sparks shoot up my spine.
We catch eyes and Jamie’s pace does its job as I’m methodically worked into a frenzy.
Every swipe over my g-spot and every lick to my clit sends another spark of pleasure right through me.
Then, when I least expect it, my orgasm pummels right through me, causing my body to seize as my thighs clutch around Jamie and my scent flows out in waves.
I can’t breathe; my body feels like it was just shot to the moon and now I’m falling back down to the earth; I feel like I’ve been sent to another world, and the aftereffects are everlasting.
Jamie licks me a few more times, causing aftershocks, and then he pulls his fingers out.
He looks over at Malaki and beckons him over, offering him his slick-covered fingers.
The alpha doesn’t have to think about it, he immediately takes them into his mouth and licks them clean, and my stomach spasms once more.
“Have you learned your lesson?” Jamie asks him.
Malaki nods his head desperately. “Yes.”
“Good… then you can join us.” He puts up a finger before Malaki jumps on us. “When we get home.”
He knocks on the partition a few times, and the car suddenly changes directions like the driver knew of the plan ahead of time.
“You’re evil,” Malaki observes, but he looks excited by that. Like he just witnessed a whole new side to his mate and he’s enraptured with it.
“Let’s go back so we can both have you in a much more comfortable setting,” Jamie whispers.
They both cuddle into me, my scent surrounding us like an echo of what’s to come.
Malaki’s chest erupts in a purr, his fingers clutching me and then Jamie and back again like he can’t process having to choose who he is clutching.
Jamie hums happily and kisses me, the taste of me still lingering on his lips.
They don’t say the word, but I can feel it. The presence of it circles us, basking us in its glow. And as I feel it nearly pulsing on my skin, I realize—we don’t have to say it. We know, even without a bond to convey it. It’s the most intuitive message I’ve ever received.