Focusing on his cock is nearly impossible when he sucks my clit between his lips and slides two fingers inside me. I grip his base, squeezing his knot as I swallow around him. Every time my throat flexes around his length, he moans into my pussy.
His beard is scratchy between my thighs, contrasting the warmth of his tongue in the most delicious way. It’s not long before I shatter on his tongue. Once I do, he doesn’t hold back, grabbing my head and fucking up into my mouth.
After we’re both spent and panting, wrapped in each other’s arms, a throat clears behind us.
I look behind me to see Grant, his cock tenting his loose shorts, watching us. “Uh. Dinner is ready.”
Ivan stands and crosses, naked, to our Beta. He grabs the front of Grant’s shirt and pulls him into a passionate kiss that gets my pulse rising again. When our Alpha pulls away with a nip to Grant’s lower lip, he chuckles.
“I had dessert first.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Vegas isgorgeous through the wide windows of the penthouse suite. Sure, it’s a little gaudy, but I don’t mind it. It’s not somewhere I’d come frequently, because I’m not a gambler, but the shows we’ve seen have been amazing. I’ve watched a few of the fountain shows out of the windows of our penthouse room at Hedonistic Heat.
God, I hope these windows are tinted.
Ivan ruts into me from behind, my breasts flattened on the glass as I brace myself against it.
“You’re always so fucking desperate for our cocks,” he growls through gritted teeth. “Wouldn’t leave us alone.”
“I’m sorry, Alpha.” My whimper is needy and high-pitched.
My men love our free use agreement.
So do I.
“Don’t let her come.” Derrick directs my Alpha from the couch, where he’s stretched out, legs spread wide, and his arms resting loosely on the back. Grant kneels in front of him, taking our Alpha’s cock down his throat.
“You don’t think she’s earned it?” It doesn’t sound likehe cares one way or the other. I think he loves working with my other Alpha to drive me higher and higher before he gets to push me over the ledge.
Grant makes a choking sound, and when I seek out his reflection in the glass, I see Derrick holding our Beta’s face flush against his pelvis. Just the sight of the two of them together has me clenching and dripping slick around Ivan’s cock.
My Alpha wraps an arm around my knee and lifts it, opening me to him even more. The stretch of the position and his knot bumping against my entrance has me wailing.
Despite my begging, he won’t knot me here. Not when we have tickets for tonight’s Cirque de Mordu performance.
Derrick ruins one more orgasm for me before he says I’m allowed to come. He’s already filled Grant’s mouth and is now roughly jerking our Beta off as they watch the two of us. My Alpha reaches around my hips and flicks at my sensitive, desperate clit, and I fall, fall, fall. It feels like the pleasure goes on forever, and by the time I come down, he’s pumped his release into me and is lowering my leg.
We were very lucky, after my first heat together, that I didn’t get pregnant. None of us was thinking about birth control at the time. The doctor said I didn’t ovulate because it was off-schedule. Even though we are in Vegas, we’re not rolling the dice again. I got on the birth control shot as soon as I could.
My heat ended a few days ago, so we had time before and after it to enjoy the city. The network didn’t spare any expense when they set up the trip. We’ve been eating and living like kings, attending the hottest shows. It’s been six months since we left theExpectedhouse, and we leave for the reunion show tomorrow.
It’s been awkward, trying not to be noticed, but inVegas, people are more focused on themselves than on those around them. We’ve disguised ourselves as we walk around with hats and glasses. I don’t think it really works, but it’s at least plausible deniability.
I’m looking forward to the reunion show. There will be a live audience asking questions, and based on everything I saw online, it’s been a popular season. Reading the posts as the show aired has been a blast. We get together as a pack, watch the episodes, and then spend a little too much time online looking at audience reactions.
They’ve been positive, for the most part. Sure, there are always asshole on the internet, but most have been surprisingly kind, all things considered.
The network did not shy away from showing our intimate moments, either. I’m surprised some of it was allowed. It got pretty risque, especially after I bonded Ivan and Grant. I’m not as embarrassed about it as I was at the time. Watching our love story unfold over the past four weeks has been amazing.
Someone wrote a think piece about how our season was a study on grief and healing. Psychologists weighed in on the way I handled everything, which was obviously not healthy, but the main focus was on how the guys honored my grief over Calvin.
That has maybe been the most unexpected thing about this experience. My brother’s makeup tutorial videos are trending again. It was a bit jarring the first time I scrolled past one, but now it makes me smile when I do.
He’s living on, not just in my memory, but in other people’s.
“Let’s get cleaned up.” Ivan taps me lightly on the butt. “We don’t want to be late.”
