Page 101 of Retribution
Glancing at Grant, I see his hands fist as he stares hungrily at her. I don’t blame him at all. Her auburn hair is tangled around her, and her body looks good enough to lick.
“Grant,” I mutter, watching as he takes a deep breath.
“I’m good,” he growls.
I know Isolde was worried about the dangers of alpha ruts, and he looks close to losing his control. I shouldn’t be surprised due to his level of stalking being both obsessive and unhinged.
It would figure that he would fit in well with us.
However, I doubt that he’d ever hurt her. It’s also why none of us will be alone with her until we know that the other person is well enough to keep their instincts in check. A pack is responsible for each other and even newly formed, we understand that well.
“Hey Kitten,” I greet Isolde, turning my attention back to her as Lucas’ foot bumps into the mattress.
We set it up on a pallet to keep it lower to the ground, but since the blonde is barely watching where he’s going, he’s hunching over instinctively to keep from bumping his head.
“Drop to your knees, Lucas,” Grant says, guiding him. “The bed is right there.”
Lucas doesn’t react, but he does what Grant says and lays down on the mattress so that Isolde is on top of him. Our omega looks up at me with her hair a mess around her face, and blood smeared across her lips from having bitten Lucas.
“Such a gorgeous, vicious little thing, aren’t you?” I croon.
Grant and I are both barefoot, wearing nothing but joggers. We got everything moved up here, and now I pull the blackout curtains the rest of the way closed so that the only light comes from the twinkle lights hung from the exposed ceiling beams.
I have to give it to Lucas. This kit home is stunning, and perfectly fits Isolde. I wouldn’t mind living here full time with my girl. Fuck the mansion.
Being wealthy is lonely. I know this all too well, unfortunately.
“Why are you still dressed?” she pouts.
Smirking, I roll up from my seated position, push off my joggers, and kick them off as I walk closer to her. My hand slides up and down my shaft, and I can see that she’s salivating.
“Your wish is my command,” I promise, getting onto the bed.
Her fingers grab my dick at its base, and I yelp as she pulls me closer.
“He’s fine, it won’t break,” Lucas chuckles. “What do you want, darlin’?”
“I remember that he tastes yummy,” she murmurs.
Fuck yes she does. It takes a little maneuvering so that she doesn’t tear my dick off, but I manage to move so that my dick brushes her pouty lips.
Isolde begins to rock her hips with Lucas buried inside of her before she wraps her lips around my crown. Sucking hard, she begins to bob her head slowly as she tests out how she feels about oral.
My fingers bury themselves in her wild hair, though not to control her. I simply need an anchor to remember that this is real. Alesso and I have been jerking off to the same memory of Lucas sucking my dick.
He and I have been getting closer while we’ve been alone in that big house, and while alphas can’t bond the way omega and alphas do, we still bit each other in the middle of the night while making out recently.
We haven’t gone farther than kissing, mutual masturbation, and cuddling yet. I have a feeling that Isolde’s heat may jump start other relationships within the pack as well. It’s as if we’ve all been in a holding pattern, waiting with baited breath to see what’ll happen next with our omega.
She keeps us on our toes at all times. I’m not mad about it, I want her to know some peace though. Constantly living on edge is exhausting.
Isolde pushes her way further down my shaft, adding teeth as she sucks my cock.
“Fuck. Yes, please don’t stop. Use those pretty little teeth,” I groan.
“Masochist,” Grant mutters.
Isolde moans, and I can hear her pussy pushing out slick as she rides Lucas.
