Page 82 of Begrudgingly Yours
“Here you go, baby,” he teases me, holding his cock out for me. I take him into my mouth and his amusement turns into a grunt, pre-cum instantly hitting my tongue.
I hear Everett mutter a few words, but don’t know what they are until Jett’s tongue touches the most sensitive part of me. He immediately starts in harsh circles, pulling the surfacing pleasure right to the edge. I practically scream around Dax, pulsing around nothing as my long-haired alpha licks me to within an edge of my life.
My body goes into a tailspin of pleasure. The taste of cherries is strong as Dax thrusts into my mouth while Jett continues to work my clit with such precision that I think I may cry. Actually, I do. My omega sends up the most high-pitched whine I’ve ever given, telling our prime exactly what we need without having to say it.
“Enough,” Everett says to Jett, the word laced with the slightest amount of dominance. “Give her what she needs.”
I wiggle my hips back and forth, and Jett’s there a second later, obviously waiting for the instruction to do exactly what he wanted. The second he inserts himself, my entire body practically pulls him in. I am needy for my scent match, and I’m only satisfied when he’s all the way inside, nestlingevery nerve-ending.
We both let out hollow breaths, moaning at the sensation of being together again. The way that I can feel him isn’t just physical. There’s a tether between us, and I suddenly can’t wait until we’re bonded in every possible way. I want to feel him, feel his emotions, hear his thoughts. The thought lights me up from the inside out, and when he starts moving his hips in steady thrusts, I tilt my head as if to ask for it.
“Aw, Omega,” Dax moans, his cock still moving in and out of my throat. “Do you want his bite? Do you want to be connected to your alpha?” I let out a desperate noise, vibrating around him. “One day, we’ll cover you in our claim. And you will claim us right back. And it will be glorious,” he whispers, burying the words underneath my skin. “Ah, fuck. I think I might come just thinking about it.”
That causes me to move faster, taking him deeper into my throat until I nearly gag. He curses again, controlling the movement as best as he can but his hips stutter. It doesn’t take much longer before he throws his head back and groans, emptying himself in my throat. The taste of dark cherries explode and I work with a fervor, not slowing down until he literally has to pull me off of him.
Jett’s thrusting brings me back to my body, the movement a fast and passionate rhythm now. I feel it all over my body, all the way down to my toes. Pouring rain falls over me and the sweet nature scent gets stronger as Everett crawls onto the bed and moves beside us. He doesn’t say anything as he reaches under me, his strong fingers finding my clit and pinching softly. The movement sends a violent pulse through me.
It’s been building and building, and I’m almost afraid of it, but then Dax is holding my throat and staring into my eyes, whispering sweet nothings.
“Let go for us, Omega,” he whispers. “Let us have every drop.”
The detonation feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. It shoots up through me and gushes out. Literally, itgushes, and all of my mates moan from the heightened cranberry scent.
Jett feels the squirt all around him and lets out a howl that speaks to the most primitive part of me. “Fuck yes, Rory,” he moans. When he comes, it heightens my pleasure, our skin sweaty and hot and clinging in a way that should be overstimulating but is the most comfortable I’ve ever been.
When we fall into a heap together, I sigh with relief. Jett somehow kisses my lips, murmuring how amazing I am, how much he adores me. I bask in it as I catch my breath.
Then Everett is there, fulfilling the promise he gave me however many minutes ago. His scent eases me all the way down to my bones. When he scent marks my cheeks, I let out a happy sigh.
“Prime,” I huff out, my entire body sensitive. He moves his body over mine, the weight of it grounding me. There’s pride sparkling in his eyes.
“You’re doing such a good job, Omega,” he mutters to me, his hand moving the strays of my hair away. My smile is dopey and content, and then his cock is at my entrance and entering with so much ease from the slick that has poured from my body. I cry out, his thrusts starting immediately. “Give me one more, baby. One more.”
I hold onto his shoulders for dear life as he speeds up, the orgasm from before blooming back to me like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He’s huge, and his knot hits me with every stroke. I mumble incoherent words about needing it, wanting nothing more than for him to put it inside me.
“Yes,” he groans, his hips stuttering. “This pussy is fucking heaven. And it’s. All.Mine.”
When I don’t think I can take it anymore, he pushes all theway in and my entire body curls. The feeling takes over me completely, my body so sensitive that I think I may black out a little. Everett wraps his arms around me, moving his knot in tiny ministrations, wringing out every tiny spark that he can, coming inside me the entire time. When my body finally relaxes, he turns us so I’m lying on him, every movement causing pulses to move through me.
I don’t know how long it is before I come back. I catch my breath, and then there’s water being thrusted at me, hands touching me everywhere, words of praise filling the quiet.
And my omega is sleeping soundly in my chest, fully content and satisfied for the first time my entire life.
“That was crazy,”Jett says, breathing deep, as he checks on the location of our delivery driver.
Dax laughs. “You’re just out of shape. You should come do some drills with us, it’ll strengthen you up real quick.”
They start to playfully push each other, causing the bed to move more than it did a second ago during our pack orgy.
“I bet I could still get the pizza from the door faster than you,” Jett challenges. Dax raises an eyebrow at that, silently accepting.
“Don’t scare the delivery driver,” Everett reprimands them, but then the front doorbell rings and we’ve lost them. They look at each other with pause, and then they’re up.
Dax and Jett both race for it, pushing each other out of the way as they force themselves through the doorway at the same time. The antics make me laugh weakly, my body too relaxed to bellow out the way I normally would.
Everett’s fingers keep a steady rhythm as they caress my arm. My goosebumps become like braille underneath them,whispering that I feel safe, that I feel loved. That everything that I never thought would go right is in front of me, with him at the forefront.
“Everett,” I murmur into his purring chest.
