Page 81 of Rut Bar

Jamie finally lets my soft cock go, then sits up on his haunches. He wipes spit and slick and cum from his jaw, then licks his fingers clean. “I did. He tastes so good.” He gives me a shy smile, then looks away and blushes. “I haven’t had beer in forever. Too many empty calories.”

My purr catches. “Beer?”That’s a new one.

“He smells like bread to me,” Veronica says, saying what I’ve usually heard.

Bread isn’t really the most attractive scent to be saddled with. When I was younger, it used to really bother me. It made me feel like I had to prove myself. Other guys smelled like whiskey or campfires or leather. Me? I smelled like a sack of bread. But I’m fine with it now. I grew up, and I realized the scent didn’t make the alpha.

I had wondered how my scent fit in with theirs, though. Coconut, cherry, and orange all make sense together. Bread? No. But beer? My stomach swoops as I let myself wonder. Hope. Maybe this wasn’t a crossed wire. We really might be a scent-matched pack.

She wiggles, so I let her go so she can slide off me and lie down beside me, her ass pressed against my hip. I drop a hand to her side and slide it up and down her curves to keep her from going too far. We haven’t had enough post-rut cuddles, and she seems like the type to pretend she doesn’t need aftercare until she has a mental breakdown three days later and wonders why she feels like shit.

Anthony curls up to her front while Jamie sprawls out sideways in the nest at our feet. We really are going to need a bigger bed. I grab the blanket from the other side of me and throw it over all of us, arranging it so we’re all tucked in.

Jamie shrugs. “Smells like beer to me. What do you think, babe?”

“I’m not sure my nose is good enough to tell the difference,” Anthony says, but he leans over Veronica to shove his face in my neck and sniffs to check. “Definitely yeasty. I’m not getting any bitter aromatics of hops, though. I guess he could remind me of a German malt or a milk stout. Is that what you meant?” He settles back, but grabs a lock of her hair so he can roll it between his fingers while he looks me up and down like he’s appraising me.

A German malt. Huh.“My mom is German. She met my dad in Lüneburg when he was doing a study abroad economics class.”

“Well, the Germans do love their beer,” Anthony says. “It makes sense. So your mom is…”

I know what he’s asking. Being mixed race means people are always trying to figure out where I fit and what my story is. As a teenager and a budding alpha, it bothered me. I always felt like I was never Black enough for Black people and never white enough for white people. Like I could never just be seen for myself. Now that I’m older, it doesn’t bother me. I don’t worry about what music I should listen to or if I should change how I act depending on who’s around me. I’m just myself. I wish I’d found this peace earlier. It would have saved me from a lot of teenage fights.

“My mom is white and my dad’s Black,” I tell them. “My parents moved back to Germany after they were done raising us. They take care of my grandparents. I think myomahas a family beer recipe. I’d have to ask her what it is.”

“Oh, I definitely want that recipe now,” Anthony says.

Veronica makes a grumpy sound as if she’s demanding more pets, her body wiggling against me.

While I was distracted, my fingers stopped making swirls up and down her side. I smile into her hair and go back to stroking her. Jamie rubs her feet and legs from his spot at the bottom. She sighs, her eyes drifting shut as all three of us worship her like she deserves.

She tolerates it well until her heat drags her under and her sleepy chirps turn to moans. Her hips twitch as Jamie moves higher. I soften my petting until it’s teasing, my fingertips barely touching her as I draw patterns in her skin. She shivers and moans, then throws a leg over Anthony to drag him closer against her front.

“Do you need us again, baby?” Anthony asks.

ChapterTwenty-Three

BRENDAN

“You need more?”Anthony asks her. “We’ve got what you need right here.”

Anthony drops kisses in Veronica’s hair, then moves lower. When she arches for a kiss, he grabs her face and tilts it back so he can lick his tongue over her throat. She moans as he drags his lips lower until he finds her scent gland and sucks it into his mouth.

Envy makes my teeth ache as the beta does what I can’t. He nips her throat with his blunt teeth and digs his fingers into her soft, round thigh.

“Daddy,” she moans, her ass rubbing against me as she arches. “I need you. Fuck me, Daddy. Please.”

I watch, enraptured, as Anthony grabs her by the back of her neck and tugs her up from the bed. He’s rough, dominant, and completely possessive as he manhandles her into place in the center. He turns her around and shoves her face into the mattress until she’s kneeling with her ass in the air.

“I’m gonna fuck this pussy so good, baby,” he growls. His knee slides between her legs and knocks hers wider, the movement spreading her lips apart so I can see the petals of her wet sex. He lines his hard, bobbing cock up with her hole and sinks inside with a rough thrust.

The pace he sets is brutal. Demanding. His fingers make divots in the globes of her ass while he pounds into her. The vulgar smacks of her slick mound are as noisy as her whimpers. His thumbs notch in the Venus dimples of her hips.

Anthony swings his head to look at us as he ruts her into the mattress in a brutal pounding that she seems to love. He smirks. “Her mouth’s free. Are you waiting for an invitation?”

Jamie wastes no time getting to his knees. He kneels before her and gently turns her face, then moves her hair aside. He fists his thickening cock and taps it against her lips as he follows orders. She wraps her lips around his cockhead and her cheeks hollow as she takes him into her mouth and sucks.

I take a few minutes to figure out a position that won’t aggravate my knee. I end up standing at the edge of the too-small nest with my good one kneeling on the bed and my side flush against Jamie’s. Despite being in his rut, he doesn’t mind the touch.

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