Chapter 31 Mona #2
I squeeze my pussy, ravenous for something to fill me. It actually hurts. It's irrational, this sudden need to shove my ass in the air. My clit is practically burning with it, begging to be touched.
"Please," I whimper, pushing my ass backward toward Grayson. His huge hands come to my ass cheeks. He squeezes them, kneading my flesh. I drop my head onto the mattress. Tears burn my eyes, but for a whole new reason.
"It hurts. I need—I need—"
"We know what you need," Orion rasps. He moves his body down and Grayson lifts me again, this time so I'm straddling Orion. But he's fully clothed.
I drop my hips down, rubbing my pussy over his hard length. Orion groans. "Fuck, firefly. I'm gonna come in my jeans like that."
I don't see how that's a bad thing. So I keep doing it.
I'm soaked, and I feel myself spilling, soaking his pants.
But I keep riding against his length. I want it inside me.
My omega becomes feral, snarling and grabbing at him, trying to work his length into me, not understanding where he's wearing clothes, why he's not fucking me.
Grayson chuckles behind me, but I don't stop working myself over Orion. Until Grayson yanks on my hips, pulling me off my blond mate.
My omega hisses, but Gray works my underwear down, and she lets out a pleased sound. Orion laughs lightly, assisting Gray as they finish stripping me. Orion pulls off my shirt and bra.
"I've wanted to taste these for so long," he whispers reverently before his lips wrap around my nipple.
I cry out, the sensation so electric, it's as if my body comes online and every cell buzzes with pleasure.
Grayson reaches around my front, squeezing my other breast. He holds it, kneads until my nipple comes between his thumb and forefinger, and he squeezes.
At the same time, Orion's teeth bite gently on the other and I nearly come on the spot.
My core pulses. I have to come. I have to.
"Look at all this beautiful slick," Grayson admires, pushing my torso forward with his hand between my shoulder blades.
Orion guides me down and captures my lips with his.
He opens up, sucking my tongue into his mouth.
Another buzz of pleasure follows, but my mate tastes so good, I don't want to pull away and beg for a cock.
I want to kiss Orion and let him fill me up with his scent, with his love.
Just when I start to ride his hard, covered length again, Grayson tugs me off. My omega screams and yanks away from him, slamming my hips back on Orion, who grunts. When I refuse to let go, Gray pulls me more forcefully.
"Come, Omega," he chides. "Let Orion taste your slick. I promise, he won't take his lips off you."
My omega relents, then snarls, "More!"
Like a promise, Orion's lips and teeth drag down my neck. Reverently, he kisses Silas's bite marks, one, then the other, before continuing down my chest, pausing at my nipple—he sucks it between his lips, flicking with his tongue.
Grayson continues to lift me, but Orion's lips never leave my body. Down my chest and abdomen, until I'm straddling Orion's head.
Orion kisses my thighs, while Grayson's heavy breath is hot on my neck. Then his lips trace my spine, down my lower back, his tongue leaving a trail of electricity. My omega is fucking shaking, dripping.
Together they move lower, closer to my core. Together, they kiss me, front and back.
Their hands, all four, in a coordinated effort, spread my legs, then my pussy, and my ass cheeks. And their tongues never leave my skin.
And then they kiss exactly where I need them.
Orion's tongue laps my pussy, spearing me, nuzzling his nose against my clit, before licking his way up and sucking in my sensitive bud.
I nearly explode.
And when Grayson's tongue licks my ass, gently at first, stimulating the sensitive nerve endings, lighting up the tight ring with inexplicable pleasure, I wail.
Orion continues to lick and suck, and someone's hands tease my opening. A thick, long finger pushes inside my pussy. From this angle, it feels like Grayson, but I can't be sure.
I can't think straight and I don't care who it is. It's one of my mates entering my body and that's all I care about.
The finger pumps, slowly at first. Grayson's tongue laps one more time before a finger pushes into my ass.
Orion eats me like I'm the last thing on this earth he'll ever taste. He moans as if he's the one being pleasured. Grayson's fingers pump faster. I'm certain it's him now. In and out, a finger in my pussy.
Then a second in my ass.
I clench against it. Squeezing, holding them in.
Writhing over Orion's face, I get lost in it all. I shake and ride him, wild and out of rhythm. His tongue flicks faster, and then his lips wrap firmly around my clit and he hums and flicks with his tongue, and the thick fingers inside my pussy and ass thrust faster, and it all comes rushing out.
I fucking detonate.
I come harder than I ever have before. It sprays out of me, and I keep riding, and Grayson keeps pumping into me. Orion keeps sucking, and only when I've spent every last drop and collapse do they slow and then, finally, stop.
I fall in a heap by Orion's head, shaking with the aftershocks of the orgasm.
"She can come again," Grayson says confidently. I hear his voice distantly. My mouth doesn't form the words I need to argue. Or agree.
"She could, but I suspect it's been a while. She needs rest. And comfort."
Grayson hums thoughtfully. I can almost picture him. Big and brooding, fists on his hips like he's contemplating an obstacle. But Orion must convince him, and I decide I'm grateful because Grayson lifts me up, cradles me in his giant arms, and carries me into the bathroom.
Being in his arms is everything.
The bathroom is small, though from what I can tell from the rest of this house—old as it is—everything in here was built so long ago, massive bathrooms with double sinks weren't really a thing.
Not that I'm complaining. There's a clawfoot tub with a standup shower head, and that's more than enough for me. Grayson sets me down.
I'm spent.
Some of that earlier embarrassment creeps in.
I just rode Orion's face. Grayson had his tongue in my ass.
I just came like a water hose.
I can hear Orion in the other room. Sheets rustling. I don't want him to change the sheets. I like the smell of them there. I haven't changed them since Grayson slept with me.
Maybe he will again if I ask.
When the tub is full, Grayson rolls up his sleeves. His forearm flexes. Built for big, alpha things like lifting heavy tires and a cord of wood and throwing other alphas around.
But right now, it flexes as he works the knobs, adjusting the temperature. And again, when he pivots and lifts me up. He sets me in the tub like I'm a child.
And I'm okay with that.
I still haven't spoken. But maybe I don't need to. Grayson doesn't ask questions.
My big, burly, bossy, kind of an asshole, intensely dominant alpha… bathes me.
He lathers the soap and scrubs my limbs. He guides my head back and tilts my chin so he can wash and rinse my hair. And when I'm clean, he drains the tub, then runs the handheld sprayer and rinses me off, one limb at a time.
His fingers reach between my folds, and I catch the mischievous smirk as he rinses me there, too. I shudder, my knees weak, when his finger and the water spray graze my clit. But then he turns the water off.
And when he's done, he wraps me in a towel, brushing it down my legs and arms, squeezing out the excess water from my hair before carrying me into the bedroom.
And to my utter delight, Orion is still there. His hair is wet from a shower, and he has a paperback in his lap. He pulls back the blankets, holds his arms out, and Grayson hands me over.
And it should feel ridiculous, all of this. Being passed around.
But it doesn't.
I curl into Orion's arms, breathing in his scent, his warmth and comfort. I hear the shower in the bathroom turn on again, and Grayson's surprisingly light steps as he climbs into the tub.
A few minutes later, Grayson climbs into bed beside me. And Orion reads a book while Grayson types on his phone.
And I fall asleep between them, feeling safer and more cared for than I have in my entire life.