Page 10 of Riley Goes Home

Any sound of pleasure had the five of us moving, always lured closer by that sound.

“Yeah?”

My voice sounded rough, ragged, the wolf bleeding through, because Riley pregnant? It never stopped the need I felt burning inside for her, instead amplifying it. She was tired, that truth felt like it was a whisper spoken into a cyclone, torn away as her scent sweetened by the second. My mate rolled up on her elbow and then smiled at each one of us.

“Yeah.” She patted the bed beside her. “You should try it out.”

Never able to resist a request from our mate, we all lunged forward.

Chapter 7

Blake

“So, just how tired are you?”

Haze’s question stopped me as I moved closer to my mate, and I shot him a dark look. We could all smell how exhausted Riley was. It turned her usual sweet smell a little sour, stinging our noses. Haze ignored me, though, moving closer to pluck one shoe off her foot, then another.

“Tired…” That came out as a sigh, Riley letting out a jaw-cracking yawn and yet she didn’t flop back down on the bed. Instead, she watched him, watched us with lazy eyes. “But maybe not that tired.”

“So you want a tour after all?” Haze’s tone was light and mocking, but Riley just groaned as his thumb pressed into her instep. Didn’t seem to matter how long we’d massaged her feet before, she always loved more.

That could be said for many things.

This wasn’t how I expected pregnancy to go. A big part of me wanted to handle my mate with kid gloves, scared as her belly swelled that she’d break like glass.

Or be taken away from me the moment I had everything I wanted.

Instead, the same girl she always was smiled up at Haze, then me, the same light dancing in her eyes.

“Do you want to listen to your mother drone on about her hydrangeas or?—?”

I didn’t let her finish that sentence. The wolf was straining to get closer to her, and I let him off the leash, kissing her far harder than I would normally dare. For a moment, I worried about my fangs grinding into her soft lips, but I felt hers nip at my mouth, telling me she was right there with me. Her hand on the back of my neck, it felt like an anchor in a storm, one we were whipping up together, the kisses getting harder, deeper, until she pulled back and smiled at me.

“Blake…”

Maybe she had more to say, I don’t know, because my mouth moved south, leaving a trail of kisses down her neck. I felt her throat spasm as she swallowed hard, then felt the deep vibration of her moan as my hands moved to unbutton her shirt and my lips claimed every inch revealed.

“Got a kiss for me too?”

All the mockery was gone from Haze’s voice, a desperation that was a twin of the one replacing it. My brothers and I had always worked well as a pack, but never more than in a situation like this.

Colt was peeling her shirt back, her responses swallowed by Haze, then Fen. We got that garment off, then her bra, both my brother and I pausing for a second just to stare.

The changes in Riley’s body when she went from a latent beta to an omega were dramatic enough, but my beautiful mate's body seemed to swell further in response to pregnancy. Academically, I knew my children would feed from these breasts, but right now? They belonged to us. Colt and I shared aglance then lunged forward, Riley’s whole body stiffening as we sucked her nipples.

“Looks like I need to finish the job you mob started.” I looked sideways as my tongue moved, my lips worked, rolling that sensitive peak around in my mouth, only to see Ryan work Riley’s stretchy yoga pants down. “Something I am not upset about.” His hands smoothed along her inner thighs, spreading them wide and I knew what he’d see. Riley, pink, swollen, dewy with slick, the scent making his mouth water, because that’s what her cunt did to me every time. “Not upset at all.” That came out as a guttural growl, right before he lunged forward.

I closed my eyes then, lost in Riley’s softness, the way her body undulated like a wave in response to the tides we were stirring. Pleasure, only pleasure, that was our job as alphas, to make sure our omega was one pampered princess. It was hard with Riley because what she wanted, needed, was so different than what we’d been taught. A purpose burned inside her, to learn, to understand the world, and then use the considerable tools at her disposal to solve all of its problems, so we did our best to make that happen; but a small, selfish part of me liked my mate pregnant. It forced her to stop, to just be, just submit to our ministrations like this.

To just be with me.

I pulled back, stretching her nipple to the point of pain but not past it. I knew her, knew her reactions and relearned every one of them as her body changed and grew more sensitive. I let the nipple pop free even as she clawed at me, at Colt, at everyone, not wanting anything to stop. Fen slid in to take my place as I moved down.

Ryan was eating her cunt with all the hunger, all the need, of the wolf. As his tongue flickered, as she arched up into his caress, my hand moved under her. Fingers slid through thesodden mess of her, tracing her entrance until she moved of her own accord, forcing them inside her.

This was the greatest change, the best. She swallowed my fingers with ease, something she’d explained to me once. Elastin was pumping through her body, loosening ligaments and joints in preparation for birth, which allowed me to force two fingers then three. She could’ve taken four, I was sure of it, but I didn’t want that yet. The way her cunt twitched, she moaned, letting me know she was close, right as I raked my fingertips along the spot that would make her come instantly.

“Oh fuck…”

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