She nods, although I know she doesn’t fully understand yet. Pack mates share everything: experiences, a home, and often emotions. There’s something closer than intimacy, and that’s what being part of a pack is all about. I might not be involved directly in what’s about to happen, but I’ll still experience what Jake is feeling.
I press Willa’s legs open even further and rock her back, opening her up for Jake. He makes a strangled noise and leans forward, his tongue flicking over her clit. She keens and arches against me, but I hold her legs down, restraining her, keeping her open for Jake.
“Good girl,” he says to her quietly, his hair falling forward over his forehead a little as he presses his tongue against her slit. He licks the length of her pussy with the flat of his tongue, and she squirms against my grip, another sharp gasp tearing from her throat.
“Please,” she says restlessly, shifting in my strong grip. “Please, Jake. I can’t…just…please.”
“God, Willa,” he says under his breath, pressing his lips over the softness of her belly and dropping a kiss to each of her nipples. “You have no idea what you do to us.”
She doesn’t respond to that. She just twists and shifts in my arms, growing more desperate. He draws one nipple into his mouth, and Willa moans, her hips lifting restlessly against my hands.
I watch as he moves to the other, giving it the same attention. The smell of her is becoming too much even for me, and I look up at Jake, pleading with him to do something more than just tease her. For the sake of all of us.
“Beau’s going to hold you still,” Jake says to her, his tone thick. “Okay?”
“Yes, yes,” she says, frustration coloring her tone. “Just please… fuck me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” Jake says to her with a grin, lining himself up with her slick entrance. He tilts her chin up and kisses her deeply, the head of his cock teasing her while I hold her open for him.
I feel a surge of jealousy wash over me as I look at them. I can feel the familiarity of their kiss, can sense the sweetness of first love, a relationship that happened when they were both younger and more naïve.
It almost feels like I’m intruding on something that I shouldn’t know about, but I remind myself that the dynamics of the mate bond will bring all of these private things to the surface over and over again. We’re all going to have to get used to living in one another’s pockets.
I feel when Jake starts to slowly slide inside of her because the tension in her thighs ratchets up. She feels like a spring coiling ever tighter as her back arches more and more toaccommodate his length and girth. She tears her mouth away from his and gasps loudly, panting, pressing toward him, allowing him more and more access to her core. My cock twitches painfully, wishing it was inside of her as well.
I grumble with satisfaction as I glance down between us, watching Jake’s cock sliding slowly into her pink pussy, filling her completely an inch at a time.
Willa is desperately trying to thrust against him, to take him deeper, but I hold her, nipping at her shoulder to tell her to stay still, to let Jake pleasure her. I feel her respond instinctually, but I can tell that she wants nothing more than to speed things up, to take what’s hers.
“Jake… dammit, please move,” Willa begs as I press her legs open even more, keeping her from wrapping around Jake, keeping control of the situation. Their pleasure belongs to me as much as it belongs to them. We’re all a part of this now.
Jake listens to her, sliding in and out of her slowly, languidly, drawing out her pleasure. With each thrust, I pull her legs open, refusing to let her give in to his pressure, opening her for deeper and deeper penetration.
It’s been ages since she’s been knotted. We know it will hurt her. But we know she wants it. Making sure she’s ready will help.
“Jake!” Willa cries out as he starts to move faster, fucking her harder. “Oh my god, you feel so good.”
“You’re amazing, Willa,” I praise her, pulling her knees up, pressing her into Jake’s thrusting as his back bows and his body shifts in ways that tell me he’s about to knot her. “Jake’s going to knot you. It might hurt for a moment, but we’ve got you.”
“That’s all I want. God, please just knot me, Jake!” she says between cries of pleasure. I can feel her wetness slipping over my thighs as Jake pounds into her while I steady her. I reach around with one hand and find her clit, tearing a scream from her body just as Jake’s knot locks her to him.
I feel her body thrumming with an impending orgasm as I tease her clit. Jake’s knot presses deeply into her as her back arches sharply off my chest and her hair tumbles over my skin. I’m afraid I’m going to bruise her as I hold her still, letting Jake lean forward, filling her to the brim.
“Beau!” she screams out, grinding down onto Jake’s cock, her slick gushing from her and spilling over us both. “Oh my god… I’m going to come!”
“Do it for us,” I growl, working over her clit faster now. “Come for us, baby.”
As if I can command her orgasm, Willa screams loud and long, her body shaking and snapping with her release, the hot spill of her squirting slick my reward for holding her in place to prevent the pain of the knot. As she screams over and over again, shaking in my arms, Jake pumps his hips and groans out his own release.
I nearly spill over with my own pleasure at the sounds and smells of Jake knotting Willa in my arms. And I suppose no one would blame me for that, not with something so intimate and… incredible happening right before my eyes.
However, I don’t want to waste that first orgasm with Willa. I want to be able to knot her just like Jake did. I want to spill myself inside of her, hot and deep. I want her to know who the prime Alpha is in her very bones.
I reach out and steady Jake, feeling him tremble with the aftershocks of his pleasure. He’s breathing like he just ran a race as he lifts his gaze to mine.
An understanding passes between us. This woman, who is resting against my straining cock, who he’s currently knotted with, is changing everything for the better between us. This is just the first step in something amazing.
It’s your turn, my base self presses.You should have knotted her first.
