Page 21 of All That We Keep
Luther’s hazel-green eyes lock on mine, a smirk playing at the edges of his lips. Maceo’s beside him, no less imposing, both of them pausing at the edge of the nest, and I watch, my breath catching in my throat, as they turn to Blake and Luca.
Luther crosses the room first and then drops to his knees, his hand cupping Blake’s cheek as he leans in for a thorough, claiming kiss that has our Delta arching up for more. Maceo follows with Luca, his touch gentler but no less intense, fingers threading through Luca’s curls as he tilts his head back. Their lips meet, and Luca sighs into it, his ocean scent turning syrupy.
I stand there, frozen as I watch my mates take care of our most precious pack members first before turning their attention to me. A blush creeps up my neck as Luther steps forward, that leather-musk scent wrapping around me. “Little Alpha,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble, “we’re going to take care of you today. And our Gamma here is going to claim you, just as you claim him.”
I already knew it was going to happen, even more so since we had this little fucking frenzy but now I can’t wait. I drag Maceo closer and smash my lips against his, our tongues already dueling for dominance which I gladly give up. I groan into his mouth, my hands coming up to fist in his shirt, pulling him closer as the world narrows to just the two of us. He tastes like coffee and resolve, his body solid under my palms, and I lose myself in it, the kiss turning hungrier and more desperate, my lip catching on his teeth.
When he pulls back, my breath is ragged, and I’m hard as steel, my cock throbbing against his thigh. Maceo’s pupils are blown, his chest falling and rising rapidly as he rests his hands on my waist to draw me closer.
“Undress him, Grayson,” Luther purrs, his words not a command but close enough, his voice laced with that dark promise. I don’t hesitate. My fingers are on Maceo’s shirt buttons before the words fully register, trembling slightly as I work them open, revealing the lean muscle beneath, the faint scars that I’ve traced before but never like this, never with the weight of a claim hanging in the air.
The shirt falls away, and then I drop to my knees, my hands going to his belt. I glance up, meeting Maceo’s heated gaze, a tinge of sweetness in the way his fingers card through my long hair making my mouth water. When he drags my head back slightly, a moan falls from my lips, need coursing through me.
I quickly undo the belt and then tug his pants down, freeing his cock, thick and already leaking at the tip. It’s beautiful, flushed and veined, that gorgeous knot already fluttering at the base, begging for my ass. I lean in without a second thought, my tongue flicking out to taste the salt of him. Maceo hisses, his hand tightening in my hair, and I take him deeper, lips stretching around his girth, the piercings in my lip adding a friction that makes him groan low in his throat.
I barely ever notice the piercings except when it comes to sucking off Luther and now Maceo. God,he’s massive.
I suck him slow at first, savoring the weight on my tongue, the way he throbs against the roof of my mouth. My hands grip his thighs, nails digging in as I bob my head, taking him to the back of my throat, gagging slightly but pushing through, the dark thrill of it making me want more.
I hollow my cheeks as I suck harder, my tongue swirling over the head on every upstroke. It’s messy, saliva dripping down my chin, but I don’t care—the taste of him, the sounds he makes, it’severything.
“Fuck, Grayson,” Maceo breathes, his voice already rough, fingers tugging my hair just on the edge of pain. “Your mouth... so good.” The praise sends a shiver through me, my cock leaking against my thigh as I redouble my efforts, deepthroating him until my nose brushes his knot, tears pricking my eyes from the stretch.
Luther’s hand slips down over my shoulder and pinches one of my nipples, rolling it until I whimper, the sound muffled but desperate. It’s dark, this surrender—the way I’m on my knees for them, for my pack, the sweetness of their touches laced with the raw edge of need. I’ve never truly been able to submit like this for Luther, not the way I’ve truly wanted to, and never in front of Luca.
Maceo’s control frays first, his thighs tensing beneath my hands, but he pulls me off with a wet pop, his cock glistening from my mouth. “Not yet,” he says, his voice strained, hauling me up for another kiss, tasting himself on my tongue. It’s a mixture of filthy and sweet, and I melt into it, my body pliant as he guides me down toward the nest.
He lies down first, spreading his thighs before guiding me to straddle him, our mouths crashing together in a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue, my hands roaming his bare chest, nails scraping over his chest. He’s hard against my ass as I grind down, seeking friction, a groan escaping me when he bucks up to meet me.
Luther moves in behind me, his hand on my hip steadying me as the squelch of lube fills the room. “Relax for me, baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Two fingers meet my puckered hole, teasing and stretching me out, one digit breaching me with a gentleness that makes me sigh.
I kiss Maceo harder, my Gamma swallowing my moans as Luther adds a second finger, the slick sounds obscene in the quiet room. “So tight,” Luther growls, nipping at my ear, his free hand reaching around to stroke my cock in time with his fingers. “Gonna open you up so good, little Alpha. Gonna make you ready for him.”
Luther’s touch becomes rougher and faster, his fingers thrusting deeper, a third joining to stretch me wider, the burn just what I need. I cry out, breaking the kiss with Maceo, my head falling to his shoulder as Luther fucks me open, his other hand pinning my hip to keep me steady, my cock bereft of his touch
“Please,” I gasp, my body trembling between the two of them. “Luther... Maceo... need...” Words fail me as I lose myself in the haze of the sensation. Luther pulls his fingers free with a wetsound, before he spears into me. I jerk forward, Maceo’s cock rubbing against mine as Luther fucks me.
My Alpha’s hands grip my hips, his pace brutal, each snap of his hips driving me higher. “Take it,” he growls, “take your Alpha like the good little Alpha you are.” All the sweetness is gone but I don’t need it. I also know that Luther needs to claim me, that he needs to reconnect with me.
His knot swells against my ass as he pours into me, a roar reverberating through the nest as he pulls out and then reaches between us to line Maceo up. In the next second, Luther yanks me down onto Maceo, a very different kind of fullness splitting me open. Where Luther’s cock is long, Maceo has more girth and fuck, I feel so incredibly full.
We both groan as Maceo bottoms out, like it’s one of the last missing connections we needed in this moment. He reaches up to run his thumb across my lip. “Mine,” he whispers, and I lean in, kissing him as I start to move, riding him slow, savoring the drag of his cock inside of me.
Luther moves over toward Luca and Blake, my attention only stolen for a brief second before Maceo drags it back to him. My Gamma’s teeth travel down my jaw and then to my shoulder, grazing the skin where his mark will go. I mirror him, nipping at his neck, tasting salt and skin, and then we bite together, teeth sinking in as we claim each other at the same time.
The bond snaps into place immediately, a rush of warmth and connection flooding through me, Maceo’s steady strength weaving into my soul. I cry out around the bite, my body clenching as he thrusts up into my ass and his knot swells, locking us together, filling me so full I can feel every pulse of his release. I come seconds later, coating our stomachs as we complete our bonding marks, the taste of copper on my tongue.
“How’s it feel, babe?” Luther asks, from where he’s sitting.
I don’t even bother looking up, lapping at the bite marks as Maceo does the same to the marks on my shoulder. “It feels perfect,” I breathe, a lazy smile curving my lips. “I feel so fucking full.”
Luther chuckles, no doubt thinking up ways to start another round. He’s always relentless. “I’m gonna stretch you out one day,” he purrs, voice dropping to a more gravelly timbre that makes my spent cock twitch. “And we’re both going to fuck you, fill you up until you’re dripping. Maybe have Luca in your mouth while Blake fucks him.”
My face burns at the image as I come again, a dry spasm that wrings a gasp from me, my body clenching around Maceo’s knot.
Maceo laughs, the vibration rumbling through me, making his knot feel bigger. “Don’t do that,” I groan, half-laughing, half-desperate for relief. “It feels like your knot is swelling bigger. Fuck, I think I’m going to come again. Jesus Christ.”
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