Page 80 of Sugar Baby
“Oh, please,” Nico jibes.
I turn my head to look at him, lying next to me, his face close to mine. “Let him finish.”
Sweat sheens my forehead as the heat-like symptoms are back in full force, but maybe now they are pregnancy symptoms instead. The urge to kick all of these alphas out of my nest so I can rearrange it to my absolute perfection is clawing at me almost as much as the craving for their knots is.
“Honest to God, you will love them, and they will adore you. My mother has been waiting for this moment, so she will be over the moon,” Trent says, ignoring Nico and reaching over to stroke my face.
I nod sleepily, glad that his parents will be happy he’s mated. Atlas’s wonder-tongue lulls me back into a gorgeous half-sleep that I know will be shattered once my climax thunders through me. He nips my clit, and I cry out, wiggling to get my pussy closer to his face.
He laps at me, slaking his thirst. “You look so hot down there,” I croak.
He glances up at me and chuckles before he goes back to his task. Yawning, I writhe on the bed as he increases his efforts.
I come spontaneously, flooding his mouth with even more slick, with a loud cry of pleasure. He groans and swishes his tongue around, inserting his fingers deep inside me as his tongue works fervently against my clit.
“Please, now,” he mumbles, dropping butterfly kisses all the way up my body before he traces his lips over my jugular.
He inhales my scent, a look of bliss on his face. The omega inside is crying out for him to bite me, claim me, mate with me. “Yes!” I exclaim.
With a groan of contentment, Atlas slides into my pussy slowly. I reach for Nico. Kneeling next to me, he knows what I need. Sitting up, resting on my elbows, I take his cock in my mouth, sucking him off slowly in sync with the speed that Atlas is fucking me.
Nico’s breathing goes heavier. He holds his cock in place so that it doesn’t drop out of my mouth. I drive him wild when the vibration of my purr ripples over his enormous cock.
“Fuck, Sugar,” he pants, shoving his other hand into my hair, wrapping his fists around it to hold me in place so he can fuck my mouth.
“Hell, yes,” Atlas rasps, pounding away inside me, increasing his speed, ready for release.
I soak his dick with slick, feeling my orgasm launch through me. Nico thrusts deeper into my mouth until I’m practically deep-throating him. It shoves Atlas over the edge. With a low growl, he leans in and bites down on my neck while my mouth is still full of cock. He knots inside me with a small mewl which wraps itself around my heart and keeps it warm. Firing his cum deep inside me, he bites down harder, claiming me as his mate.
“Dirty girl,” Carter whispers, his low, dark tone thrilling me.
Nico withdraws, his log-fire scent filling my senses, and I cry out as Atlas clamps down harder next to the bite Cain gave me, drawing blood.
He releases me, panting roughly. I slide my hand into his hair and fall back to the bed, bringing him down on top of me. Wrapping my legs around him as he rocks our locked bodies back and forth, I lick him salaciously, knowing he will get a kick out of it, which he does, and then I close my mouth around his flesh, biting him harshly.
“Perfect,” Atlas murmurs when I release him.
He wraps his arms tightly around me. We lie in bliss for a few minutes, no one saying a word.
All I’m thinking is three down, two to go.
My neck hurts, my arm hurts. My pussy is tender, and my arse feels like it had a huge dick shoved up it recently. I’m supposed to be in my heat when the mating happens, but I’m not. The heat-induced fog isn’t dulling my senses. If anything, I think the pregnancy is making me feel it more. I’m more sensitive to every touch, to every breath, to all of their scents mingling with my own. Not that I’m not thoroughly enjoying myself in the moment. It’s just in the downtime, I feel everything with every cell in my being.
“Are you okay?” Atlas murmurs.
I nod, tears pricking my eyes, which sends off the alarm bells for all of the alphas in my nest.
“What is it? Am I hurting you?” Atlas asks, panicking because he is stuck inside me, and there’s nothing to be done about that.
“No!” I exclaim, suddenly in a fit of tears. “I’m happy but overly emotional and sore…and tired, but I don’t care. I want this. I need a minute to cry, and then I’ll be fine.”
“Uhm, okay,” he says, bracing himself over me, almost as if he is giving me space even though we are joined together.
He doesn’t get it. None of them do. I’m not even sure if I understand it myself, but within seconds, I’m okay again, the flood of feelings ebbing away on the tide of emotions.
Moments later, Atlas’s knot deflates, and he withdraws slowly. “Let’s run you a nice warm bath,” he murmurs. “Soak your bits.”
I giggle and nod gratefully. “Please.”
