In Doubt, page 19
“Us. Our pack. All of us.”
“You sure it’s what she wants,” Levi glares at me. “She wasn’t drunk on your cock, trying to please her alpha, saying what she thought you wanted to hear.”
“No.” I say firmly. “She wasn’t. I’m not some teenage dickhead who can’t understand consent, Levi, and I wouldn’t ever want to put her in a position she regretted.” My eyes dart to Dylan. “She’s been hurt before.”
“Hurt?” Levi asks, jaw stiffening, flexing his fingers.
“I don’t know the details, she hasn’t told me. But we have to go careful. She’s given me a safe word and I suggest we take this slow.”
“Slow,” Aiden, cackles. “She’s in heat.”
“And if you don’t show her respect and constraint, I’ll fucking rip your balls from your body and stuff them down your throat!”
Aiden throws his hands up in surrender, frowning at me. “And I’m not a dickhead either. Of course I’m going to show respect. I’m just saying, when she’s in the throes of her heat, she won’t want to go slow.”
I shrug. “We’re guided by her. Agreed?” They all nod.
Aiden slaps his hand on my shoulder. “We’re really doing this?”
“Yes,” I say. “We are. But we’re going to go slow. Introduce you one at a time.”
I can tell they’re not delighted by that idea, but they aren’t going to argue with me.
“Levi. You first.”
An hour later, I creak open the bedroom door expecting to find the omega asleep. Instead, she’s on her knees in the centre of the bed, the pillows and blankets I found her earlier scattered in a haphazard nature around her.
“Out!” she cries.
“Out?” I say, unable to keep my eyes off her bare bottom, the way it curves deliciously and jiggles every time she moves.
“Yes, out!” she repeats, shooing me with her hands. “I’m making my nest and I’m not done yet.”
“A nest?” A growl rumbles in my chest. The omega is making a nest in our bed. This keeps getting better and better. “Are you going to let us into your nest?” I ask, stalking closer. It smells wonderful, of her scent and her slick and all I want to do is knock her onto her hands and knees and fuck her.
But I’m stopped by the disgruntled look she throws me over her shoulder.
“Call me when you’re done.” I take one last longing glance at her arse. “Do you need anything?”
“No,” she chimes, a pillow in her hands.
I shut the door softly and find my packmates gathered around me.
“What’s going on?” Levi demands.
I groan. “She’s building a fucking nest in there.”
“Fuck,” Levi breathes. “Fuck.”
“How long is she going to be?” Dylan asks.
“No idea. I’ve never had an omega build me a nest before.”
“Me neither,” Aiden says and the other two nod in agreement.
“It smelt like heaven,” I tell them. “Nearly as good as she tastes. Wait until you try that.”
We pace around her door for another fifteen minutes listening to her hum to herself, before she calls out, “Jake?”
“Here, Baby Girl,” I tell her.
“You can come in now.”
Taking a deep breath, I turn the handle and draw back the door. The omega has arranged the pillows and blankets around the bed in a complicated pattern which I guess makes sense to her. She perches in the centre, smiling at me proudly.
“Wow,” I say. “This is a beautiful nest, Omega.” Her grin grows impossibly wider. Satisfaction blossoms in my chest. “In fact, it’s the prettiest nest I’ve seen. Especially with you in the centre.” I take a step into the room, Levi waiting in the hallway for my word. “Can I come into your nest, Omega?”
“Yes, please, Alpha,” she says.
“And the others?” I ask cautiously.
She glances at the door, then nods. “Yes.”
I walk over to the bed and sit on the edge of the mattress before I call out to Levi, “You can come in.”
He enters, squinting against the dim light, his nostrils flaring. He flashes a smile the omega’s way, his cheek dimpling in the way women find irresistible, his long black hair loose around his shoulders.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he says, striding to the bed and bending down to peck her cheek. “Did you build this nest?”
“Yes,” she says blushing.
“I love it.” He stands there staring down at the omega and her mouth parts in a little oh, the cover falling from her hands.
I lean in and kiss the point under her ear.
“Are you sure you still want to do this?” I say.
“Yes,” she whispers back, her eyelids falling shut as I lick a line down her neck. She hooks her arms around my neck and tugs me towards her and I climb over the piles of cushions, pushing her down into the bed and hovering over her.
“How are you feeling, Baby Girl? You need to come again?”
“Hmmm,” she moans as I tweak one of her nipples.
“Is that a yes?”
“You know it is.”
“You heard the woman,” I instruct Levi. “What you waiting for?” I lie down by the side of the omega and kiss her mouth, gently nudging apart her thighs.
Levi climbs onto the bed.
“Can I lick you out, Sweetness? Make you come all over my tongue?” he asks.
She pulls back from our kiss and meets Levi’s gaze.
“Yes,” she says, her voice betraying her nerves.
I squeeze her thigh, before stroking my hand up her soft skin and cupping her tit in my palm.
My packmate lowers his face to her sex. The jealousy I felt when he touched her the day before has vanished. I understand why I felt that way now. I was scared she wanted him and not me, and that cut me deep in my heart.
But she wants me. She wants us both.
I’m torn. Wanting to watch as Levi eats her out, but also wanting to kiss her again, to swallow up all her erotic little noises as she falls apart.
She decides for me, her right hand cradling my jaw, her thumb gliding across stubble, her other hand tangling in Levi’s hair.
As Levi pleasures her, she flinches and whimpers. I capture her bottom lip between my teeth nibbling on it as I circle my thumb around her pert nipple, the skin there as soft as velvet.
Levi groans between her legs.
“What does she taste like?” I whisper.
But Levi’s too busy to answer, his head bobbing up and down as he laps at her folds, and in return the omega mewls like a cat.
“Like honey and sugar and all the sweetest things you can possibly imagine,” I tell her.
Her eyes open at the sound of my voice and I gaze straight into their caramel depths, watching as her pupils eclipse the hues, and she becomes a woman possessed, taken over by pleasure. So damn beautiful.
I knew sharing her like this would be erotic. I knew it would turn me on to watch her be pleasured by one of my packmates. But I hadn’t counted on the aroma, on the sounds, on the way tiny bumps race across her flesh, on the pinch of her tightening grip on my chin.
I see it, the very moment her release hits her and as her lips part. I kiss her, sliding my tongue deep into her mouth, the tight bud of her nipple becoming impossibly hard.
When she finally falls back down, I pull away and Levi is right there, leaning down to claim her mouth next, his face glistening with her slick.
He falls down to lie by her other side and she rolls with him, her hands searching under his shirt as he explores her body in return.
I nip her shoulder and trail a line of kisses towards her sweet smelling gland, licking at it with my tongue and wanting nothing more than to sink my teeth into it. I know it would be the ultimate high, like nothing I’ve ever tasted or experienced before. I hold back, though. Biting her there would bind us together forever and it’s too soon for that.
So I drag myself away, instead, tracing the curve of her beautiful spine, pausing at the dip before her arse.
I nudge her legs apart and she complies willingly, letting me come up flush behind her and thrust my cock inside her cunt.
She gasps and Levi’s hand clutches at my hip. Dragging me deeper into her, then slipping to her clit.
“This OK?” I whisper into her ear, smoothing her hair away from her neck. She’s trapped between two powerful alphas and if she’s going to find it too much, this would be the moment. “It’s not too much?”
“Alpha,” she pleads. “It’s not too much, it’s not … it’s not …”
“It’s not what?” I ask her, nipping her earlobe to get her attention as she writhes between us.
“Not enough,” she squeals.
Not enough? And here I was going gentle on her? I don’t need any more invitation. I grab her by the hipbone and thrust into her, using the full power of my body to fuck her hard and deep. The friction drives her wild. She thrashes around like a live wire, pleading for her next orgasm, begging for a knot.
I’m not going to give it to her just yet.
Over her shoulder, I catch Levi’s eyes, dark with desire. He winks at me, then bends low to suck on the omega’s nipples.
“You want to suck his cock, Baby Girl?” I ask her.
“Oh,” she whimpers.
“You don’t have to, but if you want to …”
“I want to,” she mutters.
“Levi,” I say. “Our girl wants your cock.”
“Does she?” he purrs, her nipple leaving his mouth with a pop.
He swivels around on the bed, so his face is lined up with her sex again and his stiff cock bobs in front of her mouth. He grips it around the base.
“You want me to come in your mouth, Sweetness?”
“Yes,” she gasps, opening her lips to receive him. My view from behind isn’t the best, but it’s enough.
“Fuck, you look good with your mouth stuffed full of cock. You’d look even better if you suck on him, Baby Girl. Go on.”
She does as I say, and even though her ministrations are sloppy from her hazed state and the way her body bounces around from the fucking I’m giving her, Levi still dips his head back and groans.
Then he nuzzles his nose between her folds and eats her out again.
“Giorgie,” I pant, knowing this is all too damn erotic for me to last much longer, “Giorgie, you’re so incredible. I should’ve told you long ago. I’ve wanted you like this for such a long time.”
My balls tingle and soon that sensation sweeps across my body, my thrusts stuttering, the tension draining away from my body, and my seed emptying into her womb. I pull her flush against me, sinking my cock as deep inside her as I can as my knot inflates. The squeeze of her warm cunt around my knot has me coming again. And she comes with me, her body like putty in my hands.
22
Giorgie
I come with my mouth around Levi’s cock. I can’t give him any rhythm, no real attention. What the two men are doing to me is too much and the ecstasy blasting through my body too strong. So I simply moan, licking at his head. It seems to be enough for him though, because soon his cock is twitching against my tongue and with a deep grunt his seed hits the back of my throat.
Levi’s come tastes strong, like his scent, like storm clouds and thunder. And I gulp it down willingly, loving the way it warms my gullet and then my belly. As I drink more and more, I see him take a grip of the base of his cock and wrap his fingers around his growing knot.
I wait for that feeling of panic, of fear to creep in the way it always does these days when I go to bed with someone. That regret after the deed is done, and that unsettling feeling that it was a mistake and I’ve fallen for the same stupid trap.
But it never comes. It’s gone. Nowhere to be found. There’s only deep satisfaction and desire swimming through my veins and a comfortable contentment as Jake nuzzles at my gland and Levi laps languidly at my clit.
Being with two men, two alphas, is so much more intense, overwhelming, and all consuming than I could ever have imagined. Connie tried to explain this to me but it has to be experienced to be understood. Being cared for by more than one alpha has my little omega heart singing and every single part of my body pleasured.
I close my eyes, let them carry me away, knowing I’m prepared to go further. That I trust these men to take more from me.
“I want Levi to knot me too,” I whisper, before I fall asleep.
It’s much later when I wake again, the room dark with night and the two alphas sleeping beside me, our legs tangled, both their arms wrapped around my body. For a moment, I simply marvel at them. They both possess bodies that have women drooling; well built, honed, strong. But where one alpha is fair, the other is dark, and then here I am, somewhere in between, my own skin a honey colour.
Levi has a tangle of inks scrawled across his body, far more than Jake, and I study them, curious about what each one represents. While Jake’s chest is smooth, Levi has a small patch of fuzz at the centre of his chest that trails down his abdomen to the jet curls that frame his heavy cock. It’s half hard despite his sleep. Like Jake, he’s in rut, ready in an instance to service me. All I have to do is ask.
I kiss Jake’s shoulder gently, then Levi’s, before carefully slipping from the bed. I find a discarded t-shirt of Levi’s on the floor and I tug it over my head before going in search of the bathroom.
On my way back down the hallway, I see the light from the kitchen and hear the clink of cutlery against china. Immediately my stomach rumbles with hunger, and despite my unsteady footsteps, I walk towards the kitchen.
I blink as I step through the ajar door and into the room, finding Dylan at the counter, surrounded by packets and jars of ingredients and a large mixing bowl.
He looks up as I enter and lowers the whisk he’s holding.
“Omega, are you alright?” he asks, with concern.
“Yes,” I say, coming to lean against the counter. “I heard a noise … it’s late, isn’t it?”
“I couldn’t sleep,” he explains, “Cooking is what I do when I can’t sleep.”
I wonder if I’m the reason he can’t sleep. It must be hard knowing his two packmates are rutting me and not having his own invitation. But we agreed to take this slowly.
I rise up on my tiptoes and peek into the bowl.
“What are you making?”
“Chocolate mousse.”
“Chocolate mousse? Where on earth did you find the ingredients for that?”
“This villa is luxury, it’s stocked with all sorts. But actually the ingredients are pretty simple. Cream, eggs, chocolate. Bit of sugar and butter.”
“The people who stay here probably have chefs with them.”
“Yeah, but I like to cook.”
“I know you do,” I grin. “Can I try?”
He tips his head to one side, giving me a hard stare. “You weren’t exactly convinced by my cooking yesterday.”
“I told you I have high standards.”
“So you should.”
I lean my elbows on the countertop and rest my chin in my hands. “I think so.”
He crooks his finger and beckons me forward. I stroll around the counter top and stop in front of him, struck by how tall he is and intrigued by his scent, like the air after it’s rained.
“I just melted the chocolate,” he says, dipping a wooden spoon into the molten liquid and brushing it against my lips.
Immediately I swipe my tongue along my bottom lip, tasting the bitterness of the dark chocolate.
“Hmmm,” I say.
“Too bitter?” he asks.
I nod and he drags a bowl of whipped cream towards him, scooping a stiff peak out with a spoon and bringing this to my mouth. I part my lips and consume the cream, letting it melt into my mouth.
It’s sweeter than the chocolate.
“Better?”
I tip my head from side to side in indecision.
“You have a sweet tooth.” He grins at me.
“When in heat I do.”
“Well then.” He pops his forefinger in his mouth, wetting the tip, then opens the bag of sugar and plunges his finger inside. When he pulls it out, it’s covered in a dusting of white crystals. This time he offers his finger to me. Holding his gaze, I stick out my tongue, and glide it along the length of his finger, the sugar melting onto my tongue as I do and the hit striking right at the centre of my mind.
His green eyes darken, his nostrils flare. I take his hand in mine and guide his finger into my mouth, sucking it clean before nipping at the pad.
“Jake had us believe you were all work and no play, Giorgie. But I think you like to play.”
I feel my cheeks warm. I guess I do like to play. Have I kept that hidden from Jake? I wanted him to take me seriously. I didn’t want him to think he could push me around or take advantage of me.
But the truth is, I do like to play. I do like to have fun. I’m beginning to think I could have a lot of fun with this pack.
“I do.” I peer up at him, hoping he’ll see the invitation in my eyes.
He takes a small step towards me, pinching the front of my t-shirt between his finger and thumb.
“This isn’t yours,” he says.
“No, I’m guessing it’s Levi’s.” I sniff. “It smells like him.”
“It looks good on you,” he says, tugging me ever so gently towards him. “And your scent combined with his is pretty intoxicating.”
I rest my fingertips against his taut stomach, brushing the fabric of his own t-shirt.
“He’s your boyfriend?” I ask, wondering if he’s jealous at all, wondering how all of this works.
My only experience is my brother’s pack and while I know they all sleep with their omega, they don’t sleep with each other. Their relationships have never been like that. Would a pack like this one, with everyone loving each other, be more or less complicated? Would jealousies rip the pack apart? Could I happily share my alphas? Surrender them to each other?
Yes, I think I could. I’ve always had room enough in my heart, so much love I’ve been wanting to share.
“I guess you could call him that. We love each other and we sleep together. We have a strong bond. I’m closer to him than the others. But we’re not exclusive. He’s free to sleep with whomever he likes. Free to fall in love with whomever he likes.” He twists the shirt bringing me closer still. “And so am I.”
