In Doubt, page 20
My pulse jumps into my throat and slick slides onto my thigh. It’s been some time since my last orgasm and I’m becoming needy again, that ache building between my legs.
“I haven’t,” I whisper, “slept with him yet.”
He nods.
“Tell me what you have done with him. I want to know.” His free hand comes to rest casually on my right hip and as I speak he slides it under the t-shirt and brushes his fingers against my bare stomach.
“He went down on me,” I whisper, shivering against his soft touch.
“He made you come?”
“Yes, lots of times.” His fingers trail upwards, over my ribs and find the curve of my breast.
“Hmmm,” he says with satisfaction as he takes it in his hand. “He’s good with his tongue, isn’t he?”
When I don’t reply, he tweaks my nipple and I squeak in alarm.
“Yes, very,” I murmur and he lifts the shirt, ducking down to kiss my nipple tenderly.
“What else?” he asks me.
“I sucked him off. He came in my mouth.”
He groans against my nipple, the vibration of his lips sending shock waves through my body. Then he stands and cups my jaw in his hand. “He came in my mouth too, today.” He meets my gaze, searching it for any sign of discomfort or jealousy. But all he must find is desire, and I shiver as the image of them together flashes in my mind.
“He tastes good, doesn’t he?” he adds.
“Yes,” I say, and as my lips part on the word, he leans in to kiss me, plunging his tongue deep in my mouth.
I capture his tongue between my lips and suck on it, and he growls, yanking me flush against his strong body, his hard cock pressing against my belly.
It makes me needier still and I have an intense desperation to take him inside me. Before I can tell him though, he swings me into his arms and walks me over to the couch, dropping me onto its cushions.
“You’re so wet,” he murmurs against my ear. “I need to taste you.”
“And I need you inside me,” I admit.
“After,” he says, ripping the t-shirt from my body and halting for a minute to let his gaze run all over me. “God,” he groans and then he flips me onto my stomach, my knees on the floor.
His thumb connects with my clit and he sweeps the calloused pad through my folds, skimming around my entrance, then continuing between the cheeks of my arse and teasing my puckered hole.
I gasp as sparks fly through my body.
“You like that?” he whispers in my ear.
“I don’t know.”
I feel him nod behind me. “You never tried that before then?”
“Not for a long time.”
“Do you want me to keep touching you there, or stop, Giorgie?”
“Don’t stop.” Placing aside my demons and living in the moment, I listen to my body and go with what feels good, what feels right.
I take a deep breath as he continues to tease my hole with his thumb while coming to nuzzle his face between my folds. At first he kisses me there gently, then the kisses become deeper and more searching, his tongue swiping along my folds and hitting my clit, making me moan.
“Hmmm you’re so wet, little Plaything,” he says in his lilting Welsh accent, an accent that could give me my first auditory orgasm. “I could play with you all night, especially when you taste this good. I can see how you’ve been torturing Jake all year.” I frown at his words, unsure what he means. I’ve no time to digest them because next he plunges his tongue inside me, all the while stroking at my hole. Everything between my legs tingles with pleasure and a pulse beats in my clit.
“I need to come,” I plead, wiggling my behind in his face, writhing with his tongue inside me, needing friction.
He squeezes the globes of my arse and then turns his attention to my clit. His technique and skill is different to his packmates and I can see the advantages of having these different alphas pleasuring me, each in their own unique way. Which one is best? I don’t think I could decide.
Dylan likes to tease. He flickers his tongue against my clit, driving me towards release, then pulls back, giving me long, careless slurps, not enough to push me over.
It’s both delicious, and torturous. Tears race down my cheeks and the words streaming from my mouth are all desperate pleas.
“You wanna come?” he asks. “You wanna come, little Plaything, then come for me now.” Pinching my clit between his lips, he hums violently, thrusting his thumb inside my hole as he does. I come so hard my legs shake, my vision whites and my ears buzz.
I’m still surfing the wave, his thumb still inside me, when he pulls back and I feel the nudge of his cock between my folds.
“Omega, do you want this too?”
“Yes,” I gasp, jolting with the aftershocks of my release. “Yes, I need your knot, Alpha.”
“Yeah, you do,” he grunts as he thrusts his way in.
He’s as big as the others, and although I’m looser now and wet, the combination of his thumb in my arse and his cock in my cunt is intense. Like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I know it’s the ultimate. That pack omegas rave about the insane pleasure of taking two cocks. The idea seemed just that to me: insane. Uncomfortable, possibly damaging. Perhaps I was wrong. I’ve never felt so anchored, so possessed, and I have a longing for the other alphas to be here with us. For me to take more than one of them. To pleasure more than one.
Dylan may seem like the sensitive quiet one of the pack. He’s anything but when it comes to rutting.
He pounds into me, his grip tight in my hair, the sounds of our skin slapping together brutal.
Maybe sex this rough would have had me running for the hills a day or two ago. But I’m too lost in my body, too taken over by feeling, for the fear to find me. Besides, I feel safe, especially when he whispers,
“Is this OK, Omega? You want me to stop?”
“No! Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
He continues to pound me until I’m spiralling upwards. My walls convulse around him and he falters once, twice, tugging his thumb from my hole as he comes, his knot expanding and the stretch tripping me over into my release.
With his knot locked into me, he tugs my head backwards and kisses me over my shoulder, my body shaking from the adrenaline.
Then he scoops us up and settles us both down on the sofa, purring for me as I snuggle against him.
“Good game, little Plaything?” he asks.
“Yes,” I hum, smiling as I drift asleep.
“Then I hope we can play it again.”
A heat has never felt this good. Sex has never felt this good. Perhaps I’ve finally laid the ghosts of my past to rest.
23
Dylan
I watch the little omega sleeping in my arms, transfixed by the rise and fall of her chest, the slight quiver of her lips, and the flicker of her eyes beneath their lids.
I’ve dreamed of having an omega for our pack. As much as I love my mates, it always felt like there was something missing. An omega shaped hole in our lives. The foundations for the home we’ve built. It seems to me like Giorgie might be the perfect fit for us. She’s bright and bolshy. She wouldn’t take any shit. She’d challenge and push us to be better people, for ourselves, for each other, for her. But she’s also playful and witty, willing to indulge in a bit of fun. She’d pull us out of our dark moods, bring out our lighter sides.
Can we convince her that this is where she belongs? With us in this pack.
When my knot deflates, I slide carefully from her and slip from the sofa, lifting her into my arms. She murmurs, shifting to rest her head in the crook of my arm, but she doesn’t wake. As quietly as I can, I carry her back into the room.
Levi’s lying out on the bed and I shoo him off, laying the omega in the centre of her nest and drawing the sheet over her body.
“Everything alright?” Levi asks me.
“Fucking amazing!” I grin at him and his gaze flicks back to Giorgie. “God, it smells bloody incredible in here.” I take a deep inhale, my blood tingling and my cock hardening.
“You had fun then, mate?” Levi returns my grin.
“She’s something special.”
He chuckles. “What happened?”
“I was making her some chocolate mousse and she fucking jumped me.”
Levi chuckles harder. “That does sound fun.” He climbs back onto the bed, kissing the omega’s shoulder and then lying out alongside her.
I watch them both for a moment, admiring how good they look together. My heart warms at the idea that this man I love so much may have found his omega. Our omega. New ideas and fantasies blossom in my mind. Then I remember why I was making that mousse. We have duties as alphas to keep our omega healthy and well fed. She needs to keep up her energy and I’m not letting her fall ill on my watch.
Levi’s eyelids start to droop and I drag myself away and back to the kitchen.
I stand under the cooling breeze of the air conditioner for several minutes letting it sweep away the beads of sweat on my brow. Then I return to my work, my lips twitching when I find the spoon the omega had licked clean and the bag of sugar standing open.
When I’ve mixed all the ingredients together, adding several more spoonfuls of sugar to the mousse to cater to Giorgie’s preferences, I grab a clean spoon and carry it through to the bedroom. I can hear Jake and Aiden talking softly in one of the other rooms, but I don’t interrupt them. I’m too keen to return to Giorgie and Levi.
When I open the door, I find the two of them tangled and kissing on the bed, Giorgie’s golden arms wrapped around Levi’s dark body, her fingers combing through the strands of his long hair.
Perhaps I ought to turn around and give them some privacy. But they’re even more beautiful like this, like a painting. Except this is no still life, there is movement and sound and smell. The sweet, sweet aroma of Giorgie in heat.
I lick my lips as if I can taste it and step through into the richly bathed air.
Levi hears me, and pulls back, Giorgie chasing his lips with a whimper.
“You left her all wet and messy for me, mate,” he tells me, his fingers lost between her thighs. He drags them from her and her whimpers turn to a cry. His digits glisten with the mixture of my come and her slick and he tells her to take a lick, before plunging them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“I have something more fulfilling for you to eat,” I say to Giorgie, holding up the bowl.
“Nothing could be more fulfilling than that,” Levi says with his eyes closed.
But Giorgie spies what I have. “The mousse?” That wide smile curves her cheeks.
“Yep.”
I offer the bowl to Levi.
“Aren’t you going to join us?” he asks, taking it from me.
I shake my head and drop into the arm chair positioned at the other side of the room. “Not yet.”
“More games?” Giorgie asks and I tap the side of my nose.
Giorgie examines me for a moment, then her attention is captured by the mousse. She goes to dip her finger in the chocolate mixture, but Levi swipes the bowl away at the last moment.
“Uh-uh, Sweetness. I’m going to feed you.”
“I can feed myself.”
“Yes, but this will be more fun. Trust me.” He winks, before gently rolling her onto her back and scooping out a spoonful of the mousse from the bowl. “Let’s see. One spoonful for you …” He motions with the spoon above her mouth and she parts her lips. He dips the spoon between them, their gaze locked on each other the whole time. She moans as the flavours hit her tongue and my chest swells with pride. Maybe my cooking isn’t so bad after all.
She sucks every scrap from the spoon and then Levi dips it back in the mousse for more.
“And one for me ...” He pauses with the spoon in front of his mouth, then drops the spoon to hover above the Omega’s chest.
“Alpha?” she asks.
He winks again, then drizzles the mousses over her breasts, the cool foam making her squeal.
“Wh–”
Before she can finish, Levi bends over her, his tongue following the pattern of the spoon, licking away every molecule of the mousse from her body. He lingers at her nipples, and the sight of him with the peak between his teeth has my cock hardening.
I like porn as much as the next man, but it pales in comparison to this. This is real, their scents, their moans, the movements of their bodies all portraying how much they want each other. It’s dizzying to watch and I dip my hand beneath my boxers and take my cock in hand, stroking along the shaft as I watch Levi feed Giorgie another mouthful before drizzling more mousse down her navel.
He grips her hips and weaves his tongue languidly down her stomach. Her breaths come in little pants and she parts her legs for him, everything glistening with rich slick between.
“You’re so beautiful, little Plaything,” I whisper. “So wet and welcoming.”
“She is,” Levi agrees, “and she tastes better than your cooking, mate.”
He drags his tongue through her folds, his hands still gripping her in place, preventing her from wiggling away at the intensity of his attention. He reaches her entrance and plunges his tongue deep inside, and I grunt, reliving how good she tastes, increasing the rhythm as I stroke my cock.
“So messy,” Levi murmurs against her. “So much come inside you, Sweetness. You going to let me add mine?”
His words have her moaning and in three quick flicks of his tongue he has her falling apart, dragging her to the end of the bed and standing between her legs.
My packmate is hard as rock, his cock standing proud before her and I watch in awe as he thrusts inside her, his hands never leaving her hips. Her spine arches and her head falls right back. She loves this, the sensation of being filled, of taking all of my packmate’s cock inside.
Levi’s no gentler with her than he was with me, finding a steady, punishing pace, holding her in place so she’s forced to take every powerful thrust. She responds with pleads for more, her fists bunching in the soiled sheets around her.
She wants more?
I’m not going to leave our omega wanting.
I climb out of the chair and pad towards them both. I lean over the bed, squeezing the omega’s tit and pinching her nipple before kissing her hard on the mouth. Next, I turn my attention to Levi. Standing behind him, I nibble on his shoulder as I run my hands up and down his broad back. He peers back at me, eyes glistening with passion, lost in the rut.
“Can I join you?” I ask.
“Fuck, yes,” he pants out.
“Giorgie?”
The omega whimpers in response.
I try again.
“Omega, can I join you?”
Her eyes widen. “H-h-how?”
I grin at her. “Can I?”
“More!” she cries out as Levi hits the spot inside her.
“That’s what you want?”
“Yes, both of you!”
I reach around Levi, smearing my hands in the slick that flows down the omega’s thighs, smothering my cock in it and lathering Levi’s tight hole. He groans as I touch him there.
“You want this, Alpha?” I wiggle my finger inside him and he clenches around me.
“I already said I did,” he snaps.
“Then hold still.” I tug my finger free, pinching the globe of his arse.
He halts his thrusts, the omega hissing and cursing when he does.
I rest one hand on his waist and one on his shoulder and enter him from behind, sliding deep inside his hole. One long groan spills from his lips, his hands tightening around the omega.
“We’re going to do this together,” I tell them, smiling over Levi’s shoulder at the omega.
I slide out of Levi, then plunge back, my motion thrusting him forward into the omega’s pussy. All three of us moan in tandem and I drop my hold from Levi’s waist, gripping the omega’s calf instead and encouraging her to wrap her legs around the both of us. I find a rhythm, my thrusts driving Levi deep inside the omega.
I can’t drag my eyes from her as she looks back up at us both, her lids drowsy with the heat, her skin flushed and her body writhing in pleasure. She can hardly control herself. Every syllable that rolls off her tongue nonsense, her hands scrabbling for purchase. She’s so close to coming and I want to make sure she does before I lose it myself.
“Touch her, Levi,” I tell him.
He’s finding it hard to focus himself, lost in the combined sensation of me rutting him while his dick is pleasuring the omega’s pussy. I nip his shoulder with my teeth and he responds, reaching down to circle her with his thumb.
It’s enough to carry her over. Her body rising off the bed and freezing for one ever-lasting moment, before she crashes straight back down into ecstasy, a deep blush rushing across her flesh before she bucks and jolts with wave after wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, you’re milking my cock, Sweetness. I’m going to—” Levi grunts long and hard and his hole squeezes around my cock, so hard my own orgasm hits me fast and furious. My vision whites as pleasure courses through my veins, straight to the tips of my toes. I pull out of him, my come spurting in ribbons on the floor. I stride to the side of the bed, telling the omega to open her mouth and feeding her every last drop as I squeeze my knot.
“You didn’t knot him.” She licks her lips clean, looking up at me, as Levi collapses over her, showering her body in appreciative kisses.
“He’s an alpha, little Plaything. Not built for the knot like you are.”
She smiles with pride at that and I bend down to kiss her, letting her pull me onto the bed. Soon the three of us are snuggled up together, my packmate knotted to the omega.
I want to talk to them both. To tell them that was the most incredible moment of my life. To express how much I love my packmate. To explain that I’m falling in love with the omega. To convince her to be our pack omega.
