Page 42 of Ready or Not
She pulls back to breathe, and Bishop gives me a look that screams get on with it.
“Are you telling me to fuck her while she’s lying on you?” I ask, keeping my voice low to avoid bothering Mercy.
“Yup.” Bishop grins, palming the back of Vale’s head. “Better get moving before my generosity falters.”
“You might want to cover her mouth.” I smirk, crawling over his legs. My hands tease over the globes of her ass as my cock bounces around her skin.
“Well, get to it,” my little omega demands with an adorable huff.
Who knows why my system views that huff as a challenge, but it sure does. Grabbing my cock, I reposition it at her opening. It’s not as easy as it would be if she was on all fours. She’s at an angle to keep weight off the baby, and I’m up higher than normal because I’m also on Bishop’s legs.
But I manage just fine.
Her warm walls stretch around me, and I’m entranced. It’s weird as hell feeling her full of Mercy’s cum, but Bishop and I took turns with her yesterday to calm her system.
It’s taking some getting used to, but I think I’m settling into pack life as well as can be expected.
Bishop stretches a hand around her middle until he can tease her clit, and it only makes her slicker.
“Mmm, fucking hell, sweetheart,” I growl as she bounces on her knees. It grinds her ass against my pelvis, making my shaft pulse.
“Knot,” she moans. “Now!”
I chuckle, tightening my hold on her hips. I was enjoying being able to thrust, but the princess gets what the princess wants. She tilts her head to glare at me over her shoulder, and the look makes my heart thump erratically.
Goddamn, she’s stunning.
And I’ve got a weird fixation with pissing her off…
Just a little.
I pull out and thrust back in as my balls smack against her skin. She gasps, and Bishop slaps a hand over her mouth.
“We’re letting Mercy get some much-needed rest. Remember?” Bishop coos, pinching her pussy lips. It makes her channel flex around my shaft. Honestly, I didn’t expect pack life could actually make sex more enjoyable, but at times like these, I’m grateful for the backup.
Everything gets foggy as I shove my knot inside her. The pulsing of her inner walls teases my knot, making my vision go even spottier.
Vale screams into Bishop’s palm as she gushes around my length. Her orgasm triggers mine, and I spill my load while rambling about breeding her.
Bishop chuckles darkly. “See, your pussy is so sweet, it completely knocks out rational thought.”
“It does,” I growl, grinding my knot through the last jumps of my cock.
“Oh shit, that’s weird,” Vale whispers, pushing up using Bishop’s chest as leverage.
It changes the angle of her on my knot, and I groan, wrapping an arm around her middle to help her up.
Vale pulls an arm to cover her tits. “Um, I don’t think that’s normal. Is that okay? Why is this happening?”
Bishop pulls her hand away from her tit as I stare over her shoulder. She’s got milk leaking from her nipples, and despite it not being the time, it makes my cock jump.
“We’ll find out,” Bishop growls, quirking an eyebrow. “Although, I’m not going to lie. It just makes me want to suck on your tits.”
“Okay, weirdo,” she says, planting a hand on his face. She glances at me over her shoulder, blinking owlishly. “Don’t reset the timer on your knot. This requires some research.”
“Got it,” I agree.
Shit.