Page 20 of All That We Keep
"That's exactly the point," Blake says with a laugh that makes his whole face light up.
Grayson picks up the first pillow, a large square one in the perfect sunset yellow shade, and holds it up for inspection. "Where does this masterpiece go?" He steps toward the corner of the living room and hovers it over the carpet before twisting back to look at me.
"Too far to the left," I direct, pointing toward the center of the space. "More toward the middle."
He adjusts the placement carefully, watching my face for approval. "Better?"
"Perfect!" I pull off my oversized sweater, leaving me in just a soft tank top that clings to my rounded belly. It takes way too much effort and giggles, the fabric getting caught on my ear and brushing across Maceo’s bond mark there. A shiver runs down my spine as my cock hardens a little before I settle and nod for Grayson to continue.
I kind of forgot about the scent part because my Alpha’s gaze darkens considerably, his nostrils flared at my sweetened scent, Blake’s going sweeter as well, though more muted than usual.
Grayson picks up a fluffy throw blanket next, trying to ignore that part of the situation. "This one?"
"That goes in the back corner," Blake instructs, his voice slightly breathless. He reaches down between his thighs to adjust his cock as Grayson deliberately places it in the completely wrong spot. A wicked grin spreads across our Alpha’s face as he pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion. The sight of his lean torso makes my mouth water, slick gathering around my hole.
I wriggle in my spot, staving off the sudden heat blooming in my belly as I will Grayson to keep going. We continue the game, laughing and teasing as the nest slowly takes shape around us. Each correct placement means Blake or I lose another piece of clothing, and each deliberate "mistake" on Grayson's part reveals more of his skin. The room fills with our sweetened scents and the sound of genuine laughter, and I feel safer and happier than I have in days.
Blake laughs as he shoves his shorts down his legs before letting out a low whine, his cock slapping against his bare stomach. “Fuck, Alpha, I need…”Shit.My eyes widen at thesudden change in need as Blake shifts up onto his knees on the couch, his hands fisting on his thighs. "Fuck. I feel so empty, Luca. We have to stop the game. I'm so fucking hot."
I snort, the sound a half-laugh, half-moan just as slick coats the inside of my underwear, my cock hardening further against the seam of my pants. I struggle to sit up, Grayson moving toward us with his hand wrapped around his cock, stroking his length, and teasing the both of us.
“Do my beautiful mates need something from me?”
He's still half-dressed, jeans slung low on his hips, unbuttoned and unzipped just enough to reveal the V of muscle leading down to where his cock strains, thick and veined, the metal bar through the head glinting in the low light.
Blake and I don’t even say anything. We just part our lips, waiting for our Alpha to come within reach, Grayson feeding his cock to Blake first. My beautiful Delta hums around the tip, his eyes rolling into the back of his head as sucks hard and fast.
I watch, transfixed, heat flooding my veins, my own cock twitching hard against the confines of my underwear. Blake's so fucking beautiful like this—eyes watering slightly from the stretch, but he doesn't stop, bobbing his head with hungry enthusiasm, saliva dripping down his chin to trail over Grayson's balls. One hand braces on Grayson's thigh, nails digging in for leverage, while the other hovers near his own cock, fingers twitching with restraint.
Grayson's free hand strokes Blake's cheek, thumb tracing the bulge of his cock in Blake’s mouth, our Alpha’s words make me drench my underwear with more slick. "You’re such a good boy, aren’t you, Blake? Taking what you need. Fuck, you feel so good around my cock.”
The sight is too much, a dark coil of lust tightening in my core. My hand presses firmer against my belly as I scoot closer, my tongue darting out to trace the underside of Grayson's lengthwhere it disappears into Blake's mouth. We lick up and down together, my tongue gliding alongside Blake's in wet, heated strokes. I lap at the base and around Grayson’s knot, teasing his balls, while Blake swirls around the head on every pull back, our mouths meeting at the tip in messy, open-mouthed kisses that taste of salt and pre-cum.
Grayson's hand shifts to cup the back of my head, fingers threading through my curls, holding me steady as he rocks between us. "Look at my beautiful mates," he rasps, his voice strained with desire. "Fuck, your tongues are heaven... I’m gonna come all over those filthy mouths of yours."
He comes with a shattered groan, cock pulsing in Blake's mouth for the first spurt before he pulls back, hot ropes coating our chins and bare chests, dripping down in sticky trails that mark us as his. We lean into it, tongues out to catch what we can, our faces a mess, skin glistening with his release, all three of our scents blooming and mingling through the air.
Blake moves first, eyes locked on mine, dark with lingering hunger. He leans over and licks my chin, lapping up Grayson's cum like it's nectar. A shiver runs down my spine as a gasp escapes my throat, Blake cleaning me meticulously before moving lower to my chest, each broad stroke over my skin making my nipples peak harder.
One of his hands dips into my pants and wraps around my cock as he continues to lick me clean, purring as he moves south. "Taste so good like this, cupcake," he murmurs against my skin, voice wrecked from Grayson's cock. "You and him—fuck, you're mine."
He ends his words on a growl, the only sound I need before I explode in his hand whimpering at the force of my orgasm. But he doesn’t stop. Blake lays me down on the couch, the Delta now on all fours as he yanks my pants down below my cock, his eyes firmly on my length.
I can’t even see past my belly, the thrill of having him swallow me whole making my back lift off the couch just a little.
Grayson moves in behind Blake, his hands gripping those pale hips, nails digging into the skin. "My turn, babe," Grayson purrs, voice dark with a velvet promise as he slicks his still-hard cock with his release before thrusting hard into Blake’s waiting hole. Blake jolts forward, mouth driving deeper on my cock, a muffled scream tearing from his throat that sends shockwaves of pleasure-pain through me. I gasp, my thighs trembling from the sensation, as Grayson sets a punishing pace, his hips slamming forward, the wet slap of skin on skin echoing obscenely through the nest.
Blake whines around me, his throat convulsing as he swallows me down, tears streaming down his cheeks from the dual assault. Grayson's hands bruise Blake's hips, pulling him back onto every drive, that spark of friction that has Blake keening, body trembling between us as we lose ourselves to the moment.
The door opens with a soft creak, and we all freeze, my heart beating out of my chest. Just as Grayson's roar peaks, hips stuttering in release, Luther and Maceo step inside, their eyes widening for a split second before darkening with heat and amusement.
Luther snorts as he crosses his arms over his chest and kicks the door shut behind them. "Damn," he drawls. "The party already started without us." His gaze lingers on Grayson, a brief promise there. "Grayson, I hope you're ready, because that pretty ass is next."
12
Grayson
I stand up from the couch, watching Blake and Luca melt into each other at the far side of the nest, their bodies a tangle of limbs and soft laughter. However, when I turn to face my other mates, I can’t tear my eyes from them as they step farther into the room.
