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Locked together, we slept.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT
Elias
Later–howmuch later? I wasn’t sure–I woke up groggily to the feel of lips pressed against my chest.Theo?No–hands trailed up my abs, to my shoulders, pushing against me, rolling me onto my back. Theo wouldn’t dare. I would let him, of course, when I was awake, I would smother my instincts and expose my soft parts and my tender heart and bleeding soul, but half-asleep was different. Unpredictable.
The throbbing in my cock reminded me where I was just as my nose did, and my eyes flew open.
“Ava,” I whispered to the woman kneeling over me, her hair falling onto my chest in a curtain as she kissed the skin of my breastbone. It tickled, and I swept it away, gathering it into a fist, pulling her gently up toward my face. “Omega, you need more? You need alpha?” In response, she said nothing, only grasped my cock with two hands, sinking herself onto the head, letting out a breathy moan.
She was so small, but she sank down, down, sheathing my length in her tight velvet, her mouth parting as she stretched wide around me, down over the place where my knot was already half-swollen, until her ass landed on my hips, my pubic bone against her clit. Where did it evengo?My hands came involuntarily to her hips, holding her down for a moment while she–and I–adjusted to the feeling of steel inside slick heat.
“You’re so perfect, omega,” I whispered, awed. “So beautiful, and all forme.” Theo and Michael were sleeping, I thought. I hadn’t managed to take my eyes from Ava, who was glowing like a sliver of moonlight in the dark bedroom.Or, I thought as my hands slid from her hips and up to her full breasts,maybe like two moons.She moaned and arched her back, shoving her chest against my hands, and began to move, slowly at first, rocking back and forth on my cock as I stroked my thumbs over her tight nipples.
How did Theo and Michael manage to keep their distance from this glorious creature when all I could think of, looking at her, feeling her around me, her scent hanging in the air, was how much I wanted to make her mine? She was sliding up and down my cock, now, her thighs flexing as she rode me, and I stared at her throat, pale and inviting, her breasts, full and round, her stomach, soft with the shadow of my cock fucking into her, the slight bulge of it disappearing and reappearing every time she sheathed it within her. I wanted to mark her, inside and out, wanted to fill her with my come and my seed and claim her with my scent and–my hips stuttered against her, making her cry out–my children. I wanted to watch her grow round, her breasts swell, wanted her–
I watched the place where I disappeared into her as she slammed down against my hips once, twice, three times, her body tight around my shaft and even tighter around the buzzing, burning knot at the base, until she was pinned tight against my hips. Still, she ground her hips against me, searching for more, more friction, more feeling,more more more.
“Alpha,” she whined, as I took a moment to admire her. “Please.”
“Tell me what you need, omega,” I coaxed. “What do you want from alpha?”
“I–” she said, “I want…”
There were unshed tears in the corner of her eyes, and I knew that what she wanted wasn’t more of my knot, nor my fingers. It was… my heart ached, even as my balls throbbed with need. She wanted what all omegas wanted, in heat.
“You’re so good, omega, so sweet,” I murmured, pulling her shoulders down so I could kiss her. “You want my pups, omega?” I asked, tentative. She moaned, a desperate, needy sound, and I continued, trying out the words for the first time. “You want alpha to breed you, fill you up? You want my come, omega, sweetheart, I’m here, you’re safe, alpha’s got you, omega,Ava, precious–”
She came with a sob, her body racked with spasms, her lips finding mine, crashing against me. I swallowed down her shuddering sigh, as she clamped down hard on my cock, forcing my orgasm to explode over me, white hot sheets of pleasure burning over my skin and through my veins as I pulsed thickly inside of her warm body, wet already with the releases of my lovers, and my eyes rolled back in my head as she buried her head against my chest, her nose brushing my collarbone, her lips on my chest once again, mumbling something I couldn’t make out. I stroked her back, feeling her spine tense again and again as she milked my release from my knot, my balls, my verysoul, filling her deeply and irrevocably.
This was what omegas needed. What Ava needed.
For the first time, I understood that despite myself, I needed it too. I couldn’t give this up, not if I tried.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-NINE
Ava
“So good,omega, so precious, so sweet…”
Elias’s hand traced the round curve of my spine where I lay slumped over him as I came to myself for a moment. My lashes were wet, my skin sticky and warm, and I could feel the twitch and pulse of his cock buried deep in my belly, his come spurting into me hot and wet and plentiful. I luxuriated in the feeling of his knot stretching me wide, understanding distantly that it was just my heat talking, that later, I’d be sore and overtired.
But not embarrassed. No. Not with Elias whispering sweet words into my hair, assuring me that I was safe. I let my eyes close against his chest, breathing his scent in deep, wanting him to fill my lungs as he had filled my desperate, wanting core.
“Is she asleep?” I heard a voice whisper, low and husky.Michael.Elias’s hair brushed against the pillow, but I couldn’t tell if it had been a nod or a shake of his head.
“Do you think she could manage some fruit?” he said, and I groaned.
“Please,” I said, pushing myself up so I was sitting on Elias’s cock.
Elias’s chuckle vibrated through his cock and right into my sensitive walls, and this time, the noise I made was one of undisguised lust.
“Fuck,” Michael swore under his breath. “Fruit it is.”
I shifted my hips, making Elias hiss, turning toward Michael as he lowered himself down next to us, a bowl of cut fruit–melon, wrapped in cured meat, and dark black grapes–on the sheets between us. He plucked a grape from the bowl and fed it between my lips, where it burst on my tongue. I moaned again.
“Oh, darling,” Theo said, from my other side. The bed dipped as he sat down beside me, reaching up and cupping my face with one hand. I bent easily toward him, parting my lips as his tongue darted inside my mouth. “So sweet,” he murmured.