Broken Bonds, page 34
“There are other things I can do, though,” I say, biting my lip as I look at him.
“Baby, there’s no rush for us to do anything. Give yourself time to heal, and if you’re ready then, we’ll do whatever you want.”
I jerk my hand away and rear back, frowning at him before glancing down. I didn’t expect him to say no. I mean, logically, I know he’s just trying to make sure I don’t get hurt, but to my still very hormonal brain, the rejection stings much more than I expected. And it kind of makes me feel self-conscious.
I blink my eyes repeatedly as tears threaten to fill them, which makes me feel completely ridiculous. Crying because Rion told me no, that he doesn’t want me to give him a blow job. How fucking ridiculous I’m being right now.
Before I can sit and stew with my thoughts any longer, Rion grips my chin and tilts my head up, forcing me to look at him. When he sees my eyes shining with unshed tears, he growls in frustration.
“Nope, none of that, Omega. It literally pains me to be telling you no right now. There’s nothing I’d love more than to feel your sweet lips wrapped around my throbbing cock, but I would be selfish if I let you do that when you should be healing. My dick can wait. It’s waited for you this long,” he says gruffly, heat in his eyes as he stares at my lips.
“But I don’t want to wait,” I say, heart pounding before leaning forward and touching my lips to the shell of his ear so I can tell him exactly what I want to do to him… in French.
My voice takes on a breathy tone as I speak, and he grips my ass, groaning against my throat. I shudder in his hold when his hips press upwards momentarily before he catches himself.
“What did you just say?” he rasps against my neck, his breath fanning out and sending goosebumps along my flesh.
I take a deep breath, my cheeks flaming.
“I said… I ache to taste you on my tongue while I lick you up like my favorite lollipop, Alpha. To feel you sliding down the back of my throat, holding me down until I’m a mess of tears and saliva as I look up at you with a mouth full of what you’ve given me. That I’m desperate to make you feel good after all the care you’ve given me,” I breathe out against his ear.
He groans, placing an open-mouthed kiss against my throat as he breathes me in.
“You’re killing me, Ray,” he growls, gripping my ass cheeks harder.
“Please,” I beg, running my lips along the side of his neck and placing my hand on his hard length.
He curses under his breath when I squeeze him lightly through his pants. When he doesn’t stop me, I reach for the waistband again, slipping a finger inside. I pull back to look at him, a flush working its way down my throat at the look in his eyes. His nostrils flare, his jaw clench tight, but he still doesn’t stop me. His eyes close, head falling back when I reach inside and grip him in my hand, stroking him once.
I bite my lip and then slip down onto my knees between his spread thighs, careful of my incision, pulling his sweats down with me as I go. He lifts his hips for me, and I drag them down until they fall around his feet, his thick cock bobbing before resting against his abdomen. He kicks his pants to the side and then reaches behind him, pulling his shirt over his head, making my mouth water as I roam my eyes down his body.
Rion is big, but different from how massive Forde is. I once compared him to a lumberjack. Seeing him with nothing on, I stand by that first assessment. Everything about him feels powerful, and my clit throbs as I take all of him in. Resting my hands against his thick thighs, I lean forward, running my nose along his length, and he sucks in a breath. Sticking my tongue out and flattening it, I lick him from root to tip, swirling my tongue around his wide, flared head and grinning when his legs tense beneath my palms. His hands are at his sides, clenched tightly into fists as he struggles to hold himself back.
That won’t do.
I wrap my lips around his tip, sucking lightly before opening wide and taking as much of him as I can, gagging until I relax my throat. My movements are slow at first as I adjust to his width, but they pick up once I do. I bob my head up and down, sucking and swirling my tongue. Rion groans when I hollow my cheeks and suck hard on his tip, his hand coming to tangle in my hair, clenching it in his fist so he can see better.
“Naughty Omega,” he grunts out as he lightly presses on the back of my head, pushing me back down.
I moan when he hits the back of my throat, his knot swelling against my lips. My eyes water as he keeps me there, breathing through my nose and swallowing around him. His hips buck, pushing him farther down my throat, and my saliva spills out around him, dripping down his knot.
“Gods, you look so fucking beautiful right now, Ray,” he breathes as he pulls me up and I take a deep breath. “Lips all puffy and glistening, tear tracks down your cheeks. If I could, I’d bend you over this couch and show you just how fucking gorgeous I think you are right now. But since I can’t, I want you to show me those pretty, full tits so I can paint them with my cum and smear it all over you so you smell like me for days.”
He fists his cock, stroking it once, twice, and raising a brow at me as I sit there looking at him with wide eyes and parted lips, my chest heaving. I rip my shirt over my head, unhooking my bra and tossing it to the side, my nipples pebbling into hard points when the cool air touches them. Then they begin to leak, and I cover them quickly, my cheeks heating.
“Oh, no you don’t. Uncover them right now!” Rion demands, squeezing his knot as his eyes remain locked on what my hands are hiding from him.
I slowly lower my wet hands, wiping them on my pants, and Rion groans at the sight of my glistening nipples, milk dripping from the tips and gliding down my stomach in rivulets. He grunts as he fucks his hand, eyes latched onto my leaking breasts, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Come here, Omega,” he groans, slowing his strokes as I crawl back into his lap.
Green eyes locked on mine, he bends his head and latches onto one of my nipples, sucking hard. I cry out, fingers digging into his hair as I hold him to me. While I sit in his lap and he sucks on my full breast, Rion jerks his cock, groaning around my nipple, sending shocks of pleasure singing through my veins. He swallows against me, sucking harder and moaning, and I can feel my pulse beating erratically between my thighs. Rion sucks until the letdown happens and then he pops off, milk spraying all over his chest and dripping onto his cock.
He uses my breastmilk to finish jerking himself off and I quickly move back between his thighs, leaning forward and thrusting my chest out, needing him to mark me in some way urgently. He squeezes his knot hard when he cums, aiming at my breasts, and I gasp when it hits my bare skin. His cum drips down my chest and over my nipples as he relaxes, breathing heavily with hooded eyes on me.
Looking him dead in the eyes, I reach up and smear his cum all over my chest and around my nipples. And then I scoop some up and stick my finger in my mouth, moaning as a mini orgasm rocks through me when his dark chocolate flavor explodes across my tongue. He growls, grabbing me by my arms and pulling me back into his lap so he can kiss me hard, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, not caring that I just licked his cum from my finger.
He lays back with me in his arms after he pecks me on the lips, wrapping his arm across my chest.
“You’re going to kill me, but fuck am I going to die happy,” he mumbles against the top of my head.
I smile, relaxing back against his chest and feeling smug as hell at pleasing him.
Chapter Forty
RAMSEY
I stretch as best as I can, groaning when I feel how full my boobs are. I peek my eyes open into slits and glance down, seeing Rion’s hand cupping the right one, milk leaking from between his fingers. His arm is also wet and sticky from banding around me.
I can’t believe I didn’t wake up to pump.
Dammit.
But I’m just so damn comfortable in Rion’s hold, it’s nearly impossible to get up. His hard cock is pressed against my backside, and I can’t help but grin as his breaths puff out against the back of my neck, chest rumbling softly as he somehow purrs for me even in his sleep. I snuggle down deeper, a sunny smile on my face as I close my eyes again, telling myself just five more minutes.
That is until I hear the sound of a throat clearing, and my eyes spring open.
Two pairs of legs stand in my line of sight, and when I slide my eyes up, Link and Forde stand there looking down at us, stern frowns on their faces and arms crossed over their chests. Forde raises a brow at me and my cheeks heat while his eyes twinkle with mirth despite the frown he wears.
Discreetly, I jab my elbow into Rion, unsure of where I connect, but it works. He grunts, his arms squeezing me tighter. I wince because my boobs are killing me, and when his hand squeezes, more milk sprays out.
Okay, now we’re wasting precious gold.
Gotta get up.
Rion sweetly kisses the back of my neck, smiling against me and I fucking melt, sighing like a lovesick fool.
“Good morning, Ray,” he says, voice thick with sleep and coming out husky. “You got me all wet.”
He pushes his hips into me, and I bite my lip to hold my grin in.
Because we have company.
“Did you two have fun?” Link asks, brow raising as well as he stares us down.
Rion startles behind me, finally realizing we’re not alone.
“I don’t know about him, but I sure did,” I respond cheekily, grinning up at the stern alpha as Rion pulls me farther back against him to hide his morning wood since he’s still very much naked.
And I am very much still topless.
“I gotta go pump. You’re squeezing all my milk out!” I laugh, turning to look back at Rion and pecking him on the lips.
I maneuver myself up and Forde helps me stand, tossing a pillow to Rion, which he promptly uses to cover his lap as he sits up.
His hair is a wild mess around his head, deep green eyes light and sated, and I can’t help but scramble back over to him. Gripping his hair tightly, I kiss him hard, making him groan against me before I pull back and let Forde lead me to the nursery so I can handle the overflow situation I’m dealing with.
In the nursery, I sit in the rocking chair and pull the little cart Rion got for me closer to set the breast pump up. Forde sits on the floor against the wall, getting himself comfortable as I relax back, sighing in relief when the pump pulls all that extra milk out, relieving the uncomfortable ache marginally.
“You mad at me?” I ask Forde, leaning my head back.
“Why would I be mad at you, Baby Doll?” he asks, propping his arm on his bent knee as he tilts his head.
I shrug.
“You’re a grown woman, Omega. And you know what you should and shouldn’t do right now after your c-section. If you and Rion enjoyed yourselves safely without hurting you or risking your health, then I have nothing to be upset about. Maybe a little jealous it wasn’t me, but there’s plenty of time for that,” he says, grinning at me with twinkling violet eyes that remind me of a galaxy.
I smile at him, glad he knows that I’m capable of knowing my limits and keeping myself from doing something that could hurt me.
“And Link? Is he upset?”
“Nah. He’s just a worry wart is all. And he’s probably more jealous than me. He’s been wound tighter than the girdle of a Baptist preacher’s wife at an all you can eat pancake breakfast since they wheeled you back to have the babies.”
I laugh.
“Could have just said a clock or something.”
“Would you have laughed the same if I had?”
“Probably not.”
“Then I rest my case.”
Forde keeps me company while I finish pumping, which feels like it takes forever. That could just be because I’m ready to go see my babies now that I’m up and more alert. From his constant fidgeting and checking to see if I’m done yet, it’s clear that he’s just as eager to get to the hospital as I am.
When the bottles are almost full, I turn off the machine, positive that I’ll be able to breastfeed two of the triplets at the hospital while someone feeds the other one with a bottle.
“I’m going to go take a quick shower, then we can go see the babies,” I say, putting everything in a bag to be washed later and the milk in the small cooler bag Forde grabbed out of the freezer for me.
He takes the bag from me once I’ve zipped it up, leaving me to put it in the refrigerator while I get up and go to my room. I grab some comfortable sweatpants and a t-shirt before walking into the bathroom and turning on the shower. Under the hot spray, I lean my head back, relaxing as the water helps with my soreness.
I squirt some gold dial soap in my hand and carefully clean around my incision site, rubbing it around gingerly with the tips of my fingers. It’s tender to the touch still, but I can at least cough, laugh, and sneeze now without feeling like my internal stitches will pop and my insides might spill out all over the place.
Gruesome? Maybe.
Still no less true.
Just as I’m about to wash my hair, the bathroom door opens, making me pause. My chest rises and falls as I wait, my core clenching in anticipation when Forde’s whiskey scent reaches me. It’s quiet for so long I start to question whether he’s still in here.
“Well? Are you coming in or not, Alpha?” I call out, spitting out the water that got in my mouth and wiping my eyes clear.
The shower curtain whips back, revealing him in all his naked glory, and my throat goes dry. I shiver when the cool air washes over my wet skin, goosebumps racing along my arms and chest as my nipples pebble to painful points.
Forde’s sheer size has always been something that I have admired and loved. Physically, he’s built like a tank, and when he curls me in his arms, I feel so small, even when I was pregnant. Despite his massive size, he feels safe, and he also feels… durable. Does that make sense? He exudes a sense of invincibility that’s incredibly alluring to me, as it seems like he could weather any storm with ease and come out on the other side with no lasting effects.
“So impatient, Baby Doll,” he says, eyes taking in every exposed inch of me.
His perusal makes me want to cover myself because I’m not quite comfortable with how I look right now. I know it’s only been two weeks since having the triplets, and I never expected everything to just go right back to normal, but I also wasn’t planning on anyone seeing me naked ever again either.
Where my incision is, the skin dips in deeply, leaving my belly to hang over slightly, something that will probably take me forever to get used to seeing instead of a smooth, flat surface. My abdomen hasn’t finished shrinking, but when it does, I’m a little afraid of how it’ll all look.
I know I created three beautiful, perfect beings, so I should be proud of what my body did, and I am. Don’t get me wrong. It’s just going to take some getting used to. This new body that I have that’s so different from how it looked before.
Just one more thing that’s changed in less than a year’s time.
It’s like Forde can sense where my thoughts have gone as he steps close to me and carefully grips my hips. Pulling me flush against him, one arm goes around my back while his free hand slips back to smack me lightly on the ass. He leans his head down and runs his nose along mine, water dripping down his forehead and off his lashes as he looks at me like he’d end the world for me.
“You are perfect, Ramsey Daniels. In any form. Sexy. Beautiful,” he says, grabbing my hand and sliding it down his front until we reach his hard length, pressing into me.
He wraps my hand around his hard length and squeezes it, eyes closing on a groan.
“Do you feel what you do to me, Omega? So put those worries out of your mind. This body carried three perfect beings inside of it, went through so much to get them here, and I love it,” he says, pausing.
He swallows nervously.
“I love it because it belongs to the omega that I love more than I’ve ever loved anyone. Even if she doesn’t love me back yet.”
My breath hitches at the sincerity in his voice and the raw truth of his statement shining out of his eyes. My heart feels like it’s going to climb out of my throat and throw itself at him as tears fill my eyes.
Gods. Haven’t I done enough fucking crying over the last year?
Apparently not.
“You love me?”
“Since the moment I laid eyes on you, which might make me a piece of shit. But I couldn’t help it. Even grieving, you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.”
I cup his cheeks, digging deep inside of myself, as I look up at him.
I might not have wanted it. Might not have been looking for it, but love found me anyway.
Forde is my unwavering support system and I know I can rely on him no matter what happens. I can always count on him to provide a supportive shoulder to cry on or to lend a listening ear when I need to express my feelings, even if that means venting through screams and tears. He’s my friend first, lover second.
And isn’t that how the best relationships are forged?
He gives me butterflies and makes my heart flutter.
Is it love?
The deeper I dig inside of myself, the more answers I find.
“I love you, too, Alpha,” I tell him softly, and I know it’s true.
With his meticulous care, a new love is steadily growing and strengthening between us. One day, it’ll be all-consuming, but for right now, this is perfect.
Standing under the spray of the water, Forde’s arms wrapped around me, his words playing on repeat in my head, I’m content.
Happy.
Loved.
Forde washed my hair for me in the shower, and in return, I washed his body. We didn’t do anything more than touch each other lightly and kiss, and yet my body still burns for him. When we got out, he carefully dried my body and then helped me get dressed, eyes never leaving mine.
Once we were all dressed and ready to leave for the hospital, I was left with a warmth that spread all throughout my body and a tingling sensation on my skin. I suspect he knew exactly what he was doing to me, and damn him for getting me all worked up when there’s nothing I can do about it.
