Page 58 of Perfectly Yours
Savin stares, licking his lips but not moving forward. I’m on display with my two men, unable to move. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Yes, Alpha,” I breathe, finding it hard to keep my head in this situation. A comfortable haze washes over me when Macon wraps a hand around the front of my neck, my entire body sagging back against his chest.
His other hand holds onto my hip, my arms crushed between us. “Savin’s going to watch us. He’s not going to touch himself as I give you what you need and then if he’s good, I’ll make sure he gets that knot he’s been craving.” Withholding his Omega’s pleasure seems like torture but what’s worse is being held by my Alpha with his cock stuffed inside of me and not moving.
My breathing quickens as I try to take my own pleasure but the angle isn’t right. “Alpha,” I whine, needing to be fucked. Macon’s hand tightens slightly around my neck, drawing a gasp from my lips. He kisses the curve of my neck, his tongue peeking out to drag along the skin until I start squirming. Being restrained like this is both exciting and freeing in a way that I hadn’t been prepared for.
Another gasp falls from me as that haze thickens. Macon thrusts up into my pussy at the same time he pulls me down, his cock reaching deeper than it ever has before. He tightens his grip again, the haze dispersing slightly. I don’t understand what’s happening or why I feel like I’m starting to float. The alternating pressures in his touch are keeping me from being dragged under but I almost want to know what giving in completely feels like.
Macon’s pace stays steady, each thrust drawing me closer to yet another orgasm. My vision wavers as I give into that floaty feeling, whimpering incoherent things when his knot pushes past my entrance and begins to expand.
“Hey, baby girl. Talk to me.”
“Ungh.”
“Ellie, sweetheart, come back to me.”
His hand tightens around my neck and then loosens but I can’t find the words as I shatter on his cock, screaming through a release more powerful than I’ve ever had before. I don’t understand the feeling but I fucking love it, even as the cuffs are undone, Macon trying to get me to come back down from the high.
“’m kay, Alpha,” I finally mutter as my lids close. My body trembles as his knot continues to expand, Macon grunting as his release fills me up. It’s as if he was waiting for my approval to come and it heightens my orgasm as I whine again, squirming on his knot. “S’good. S’good.” I feel drunk on scents and pheromones, Macon holding me tight against his chest.
“Goddess, not even Savin falls into subspace that fast. You scared me, sweetheart.”
Subspace? I’ve heard of it. I’ve watched others fall into it but I’ve never had the pleasure of experiencing it to such a heightened intensity. If this is what it feels like, I want more of it. Maybe not often. It’s a heavy feeling and I can’t seem to move on my own just yet. “Drunk,” I push out, followed by a giggle. Macon’s knot deflates and he pulls me off his lap, laying me on my back.
“Hey, breathe with me, sweetheart. There you go. We’ll have to take it a little slower the next time. Has that happened before?” I shake my head as he brushes my cheek with his knuckles, wonder and love in his expression. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. How are you doing?”
“Green.”
Macon chuckles, shaking his head. “Glad to hear it but now it’s your turn to watch. Subspace can take a lot out of someone the first time. Savin’s over there vibrating for his chance.” I struggle to sit up, my limbs feeling like jello. Macon helps me, propping me up on a few pillows so that I can watch my mates. Savin all but jumps into his Alpha’s arms, attacking his lips and neck, hips bucking.
“Goddess, I’m so hard. Watching our Beta submit like that and—ungh.” Savin flattens himself against the cushions as the flogger is retrieved. Macon hovers over him, running the leather strips up and down the Omega’s torso, teasing a whine from him. Then our Alpha lets the strips slap against Savin’s chest three times in quick succession. “Alpha, I will not last long. Fuck me.”
The Alpha chuckles, continuing his descent, and the slaps in quick succession. Always in threes and Macon never answering Savin’s pleas until the Omega is shaking with need. I can tell he’s on edge, that he needs release even if that ever lingering pain is just on the other side. Macon flips Savin over, starting on his back, focusing on delivering the overwhelming sensations until Savin is crying for relief.
Macon takes his time as if this is his show, only throwing the flogger to the side when Savin’s scent sweetens to an almost unbearable syrupy thickness. It’s then that I realize that’s what Macon is waiting for—the moment when Savin’s near-heat haze takes over and holds any lingering pain at bay. The moment when Macon can fill his ass and fuck him as ruthlessly as they both seem to enjoy.
The Alpha pulls Savin’s ass up in the air, changing the angle as he pounds into Savin, the Omega’s fingers curling into the cushions, his screams swallowed by the bedding. My gaze is drawn to where Macon’s cock is disappearing into Savin’s ass, my Alpha furiously fucking my Omega until just their grunts and whines fill the room, heady scents suffocating me in the best of ways.
I weakly reach between my legs, gathering up Macon’s release and using it as lube to pleasure myself. My fingers tweak my piercing, the other hand playing with my tit as I watch. I want to come with them, Macon roaring through his release, Savin’s muffled by the pillows. His knot pushes into the Omega’s ass as the warm sensation of another orgasm washes over me. A small sigh of pleasure falls from my lips, my body trembling with the extended effort.
Macon pulls Savin to the side, wrapping himself around the Omega’s back. Savin stares at me, blissed out but not enough to open his arm for me to crawl into. “Check-in,” Macon pushes out. He presses his lips to Savin’s cheek and then looks over at me. Savin mumbles green and I snuggle into his chest, leaning over his shoulder for a kiss from my Alpha.
“Perfect,” I whisper when I pull back. “Absolutely perfect.”
And I truly believe that I will be once Macon allows me to tell his mother off or at least lets me watch him do it as I curl up beside him with a bowl of popcorn.
Chapter forty-one
ELLIE
The afternoon unravels in sweet kisses and a luxurious bath that ends in soft orgasms and cuddles. Savin is the most relaxed I’ve seen him as Macon deposits him back in the nest before heading to the kitchen. I follow him a little while later, seeing my Alpha hang up the phone. A tight smile sits on his face, his jaw pulled tight, and as much as I want to ask, I’m not sure I want to know who was on the other line. Besides, I mostly came out here to find ice cream or mac and cheese. I’m promptly denied my cravings as Macon hands me a bottle of water and a bowl of pre-cut fruit from the fridge.
“Macon-”
He raises an eyebrow as he guides me to one of the barstools. “Calling me Macon now? Just because I’m making you eat real food? That hurts a little.” Macon chuckles as he points to the fruit, waiting for me to pop one of the strawberries into my mouth. It’s not that I don’t want it. It’s just that I would rather be eating ice cream. Or cheesy goodness.
He leans back against the counter, folding his arms across his chest as he watches me eat. I didn’t realize how hungry I was—that lunch earlier wasn’t enough to curb my hunger. I’m eating for three after all. “Are you up for an interview, Ellie?” I freeze and stare at him, my cheeks full of berries. “Jace has been on my ass about putting out a statement. I wanted to smooth things over with my mother first but that’s not working. So, it’s time to address the public. I don’t want to do this if you’re not ready, though.” So, that’s what the phone call was about.