Jess and I moan in unison as I press my cock inside her, filling up her tight, wet pussy until I’m bottomed out. My knot inflates, throbbing with the need to be inside her but I ignore it. Instead, I roll my hips slowly, pulling out of her and pushing back in at a snail’s pace. Each hard buck of my hips has the sweetest of sighs coming from between her parted lips.
I lean forward, kissing the shell of her ear. “That’s it, baby. I’ll make you feel so much better. Make you take this cock and this knot until you’re gushing slick all over this fucking nest. I want to smell you on me for days, princess.”
God, I want to taste her. I wish there was some way I could fuck her and eat her out all at once, to have her slick running down my throat and smeared over my face.
“One day I’m going to get Kito or Adair to fuck you,” I say, smirking as I picture the image in all its glory. “I’m going to get them to fuck you and I’m going to lick and suck your pretty pink pussy at the same time. Fuck, I can’t wait to see what you taste like while they’re inside you. Lavender and bergamot and heather all mixed together. Sounds delectable, hmm?”
“Alpha…” she whines arching her back so her front is pressed flush against me.
Her incredible pussy milks me, squeezing again and again until I’m certain any minute now I’m about to cum. But I hold back, enjoying the way Jess’s face is lax in contentment. She keeps her eyes closed just as I asked and I can’t help but wonder if she’s this good at taking orders usually. Oh the fun we could have, I wonder how pretty she’d look on her knees with my come covering her face and heavy breasts.
“Alpha, please.” Her hands wind in my hair as she bares her throat, cotton candy hair falling to the side in sweat-moistened waves. The sound of her slick soaked pussy squelching with each delectable thrust fills the room and I know she’ll be coming any second now. I can feel it in the tightness of her muscles, in the way her eyes are scrunched shut.
“That’s it,” I muse. “You take my cock so well, princess. So fucking well, I can’t wait to feel you choking my knot. You want my knot, baby?”
She nods frantically, grunting and groaning until she explodes. Her climax drips from every inch of her, the sweetest honey. Sweat shimmers across her skin, slick pools around my thighs and I know she needs it, right fucking now. And hell, so do I.
I push and push and push until finally, my knot settles behind her pubic bone and holds us together. The feeling alone makes my spine tingle, fire roves across my skin as I come hard, filling her and coating her walls and making her mine in almost every sense of the word. In the most primal way there is. Jess falls asleep almost immediately, her whole body pliable enough for me to stay locked inside her. I adjust us enough so I’m not crushing her beneath my weight, my head propped up on my hand so I can study her features. With the moonlight streaming in through the windows, she looks magical, ethereal. Her pale skin is littered with freckles, and long dark eyelashes rest against her cheeks. There’s a slight bump on the bridge of her nose that I follow with my finger, up and down until my eyes start threatening to close. But I don’t want to miss a single second of this.
“Did you mean what you said?” Adair asks in that quiet, softly accented voice, close to a whisper in the darkness. “About me or Kito fucking her at the same time as you eat her out?”
I nod with a light chuckle. “Fuck yeah. This is the height of her heat, she’s going to need everything we can give her.”
Adair hums in reply, falling silent yet again.
“Plus I can’t think of anything better,” I respond. “Sharing our girl between us, bringing her pleasure together? Sounds like fucking heaven to me.”
“I think I could do it,” Adair says, catching me off guard. “I think I could do it if you guys were there to help me. To keep her safe.”
Fifteen
Jess
Kito is currently spoon-feeding me the most delicious chicken noodle soup of my entire life. I’m perched on the kitchen worktop, legs parted so he can stand between them.
“Better?” he asks, scraping the bowl for the last few drops of soup. “There’s plenty more if you’re still hungry.”
I shake my head, knowing that I’ve only got about thirty seconds before I want to jump his bones again. “I’m good.”
“You doing okay? Needing your pain meds?”
“No,” I reply, my eyes locking on Adair in the other room. He’s busy clearing the blankets I soaked through last night and replacing them with fresh ones from the dryer. I’m momentarily annoyed, not wanting to get rid of the sheets we all slept on last night. Slept and other more delicious things. “Adair has been even quieter than usual today.”
“He’s… struggling,” Kito responds. His refusal to give details only makes me more confused. These three guys work together in harmony, it’s like nothing I’ve ever seen before outside of pack behaviour.
“It’s me, isn’t it?” I wince, watching as Adair lovingly folds the sheets and covers over the mountain of pillows.
Kito puts the bowl to the side and takes my face in his hands, forcing me to look into my eyes. “It’s not you, that’s the heat talking. You’re still burning up and it’s got your emotions all heightened.”
“Really, because this feels a little like rejection.” I realise the second I say the word, Kito is right. The omega in me is screaming from the rooftops wondering why Adair hasn’t rushed at the opportunity to knot me. My rational brain is telling me that Adair is… complicated. I don’t know a lot about his past but I know he carries a lot on his shoulders. The sadness that I smell in his scent is just one part of his story and sometime soon, when I’m more level-headed, I’ll make sure to ask him about it. I’ve avoided heavy conversations with the guys up until now, it’s hard to start a heart-to-heart when you’re usually busy shooting zombies and looting chests.
“That’s the nest sorted,” Adair announces as he walks into the kitchen. An emotion I can’t pinpoint flashes across his eyes when he sees the way me and Kito are positioned. Jealousy, maybe. But I doubt it. It looks more like… longing.
“I’ll let you climb in and get things how you want them,” he adds with a kind smile, shuffling awkwardly from foot to foot.
“Thanks, Adair,” I reply, holding out my hand for him. The overwhelming warmth and incessant cramps are making their return and I know my need to be close to him is being selfish, but I can’t help myself.
He steps forward at the same time as Kito steps away and takes my hand in his. There’s a tremble in his palm as he brings mine up to his lips and kisses each knuckle.