Page 83 of Not Ready

“Don’t purposely try to embarrass me.” I chuckle, moving my hand down to tease her clit.

Her eyes close as her nails dig into Holt’s chest.

His bluish-gray eyes are open and staring straight at Vale’s face.

He catches me looking and glares.

I smirk and proceed to lick down her neck as I work in and out of her tight little cunt. The fluttering waves of her inner walls rippling nearly have me shoving my knot inside her.

“I was enjoying actually getting a good night of sleep for once,” Holt growls.

Vale’s eyes pop open, and her mouth makes an O. It’s humorous being able to realize the exact moment her mind catches up to the fact we aren’t alone. The bond lights up with her confusion, followed quickly by her interest in making this a threesome.

“Oh shit,” she whispers. “By the way, Holt is in the bed with us.”

“Yup.” I chuckle darkly. “I was going to see how many times I could make you come without waking him. I guess I failed.”

“You definitely did,” Holt agrees, scooting down until he’s face-to-face with Vale. He plants his hand on my forehead, pushing me back. “Move. If I’m invited, then I’m doing more than watching.”

She nods wildly, licking her lips.

I stifle the growl that vibrates in my chest and focus on the warm, wet heat wrapped around my shaft. Switching up my pattern on her clit seems to send her over the edge. She curls her knees toward her chest, but Holt blocks them and seals his mouth to hers. Her entire body trembles as she moans into the kiss, but I’m more focused on the way she drips slick around my shaft.

“Good goddamn, gorgeous,” I growl. “You just gushed.”

The way her pheromones flood the air have me groaning as my cock gets harder and thicker, but it’s being able to feel her pleasure in the bond that really does my head in.

Holt yanks up her pajama dress until it’s tucked over her tits and starts sucking on her nipple. “Ahh, our little omega likes group activities. Good to know.” He chuckles around her tit. “You smell so fucking sweet, Vale.”

“More, please.” Her hand wraps around the back of his head, pulling him closer.

Her inner walls clench around me, and the sensation does me in. Not even feeling her attraction to Holt is enough to distract me from my goal. Logically, I know that I’d be good if they did end up together, but my instincts don’t like sharing when she smells so breedable.

“Fuck, sweet girl. I’m about to fill your slick little pussy up,” I growl, slapping my pelvis against her ass. I bend as much as I can, so I can nurse my bite as my dick jumps, unloading every drop of my cum as deep inside her as I can get.

The naughty little vixen wiggles back just as I thrust, and my knot barely wedges inside her opening. It’s not even fully in place, but a quick yank on her hip helps it lodge all the way inside.

Vale starts to sob, begging for bites. The thick, hazy cloud of her perfume fills the air, and my vision gets fuzzy. She’s obviously foggy, and I can’t tell if I am, too, or if it’s spillover from her in the bond. Ultimately, it doesn’t really matter, because it causes the same effect either way.

I realize that my hand has relocated to her stomach, but I don’t move back to her clit because Holt obviously has that covered. He’s jerking his cock against her pussy, and from the way she thrashes, I’m guessing she really enjoys it.

“Grind, please,” she sobs, tilting her head back to look at me. “I need you to rut. Alpha, please!”

“Fucking hell,” Holt groans. “I’m not even inside you, and I’m covered in your slick.”

My hold moves to grip her hip, since she can’t handle pressure on the belly. It’s shocking that my brain can even process rational thought to remember that. My mouth falls to my bond mark to lick and suck. The pulses of her euphoria that hit me in the bond are so intense that I come again, rambling about breeding her.

Yeah, it doesn’t make a whole lot of sense, but this little omega is all fucking mine.

“Run your thumb over the head,” Holt grunts. “Aww, hell, sweetheart. I’m about to bust.”

“No! Come in my mouth. I need to taste you,” she sobs.

Holt doesn’t hesitate to climb up the bed. “I don’t know how the fuck I’m supposed to make this work.”

“Please, please, please,” she begs.

I sigh. “Just do a push-up.”

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