Her little rebellions.
Small defiances.
The push back, even if she backed down quickly.
I had to shake my head roughly when the vision of her knelt on our bathroom floor scrubbing came to mind.
No, that was the past. I wouldn’t let it ruin this moment, even if I had a myriad of sins to make up for in the future.
"Wouldn't dream of it," I replied, bending over to claim her mouth, kissing her deeply, tongue slipping inside, curving around her responding tongue. When I pulled away, the blush in her cheeks and spread down to her neck and chest. "But I will take my time with you."
Her breath hitched, and I shuffled down the line of her legs until I could begin kissing up the length of her.
I moved slowly, placing my lips against sensitive points—the inside of her thigh, the jut of her hip bone, the hollow beneath her ribs, the swell of her breast, the curve of her neck. Each press of my lips was offered with deliberate care. Every time she wriggled and gasped beneath my touch was a reference for the future. I’d remember the places that affected her the most. Soon, I’d know the lay of the land, so that I could pleasure her anytime, anywhere.
She was panting.
Body shaking.
Hands clawing at the sheets beneath her.
I was nestled between her thighs again, erection so very close to her most delicate spot which gushed with fresh waves of slick.
My brothers closed in around us. I knew how they were feeling. It was impossible to stay away from her for long. She was our newfound sun, pulling us into orbit.
Fallon moved behind her, lifting her head to cradle against his lap. His thick erection pushed against her hair. Lucy tilted her head, glancing back, eyes darkening with need at the sight of Fallon looming over her. He raised his eyebrows and she licked her lips in invitation. He pushed his hands into her silvery hair, his voice thick and graveled. “Do you want me?”
Her responding nod was slight, but unmistakable. He pulled his hands from her hair, raising his body, shifting his legs from a criss cross position to instead kneel on either side of her head. Next, he slipped a small pillow beneath her neck so she could easily tilt her head back. And then I watched as Fallon pushed his cock slowly, inch by inch, into Lucy’s waiting mouth.
My own dick jumped at the sight; my growl was echoed by my brothers. Still, I wanted this to last. If I plunged into her now, I’d lose myself instantly. So… I watched.
Fallon held Lucy’s face as he thrust in and out. Her dusty rose lips wrapped firmly around his manhood. When he pushed hard and fully, she gagged slightly, moisture welling in her eyes. Fallon froze, but Lucy’s hand shot up, grabbing his wrist and shaking her head enough to tell him not to stop.
I watched the show around me.
Turning, I caught sight of Kane nipping Lucy’s skin from ankles to knees. Asher and Xander were half lying across the bed perpendicular to Lucy’s supple form. They kneaded her thighs, grazing palms down her hips, pushing fingers under her ass and squeezing sharply to make her cry out. Occasionally, their hands strayed closer and closer to the sensitive flesh between her legs. I growled at the sight of them moving into what was my territory right now. But I didn’t push them away.
I couldn’t wait any longer.
Not while Fallon was claiming her mouth. And my brothers were all exploring her in other ways.
I aligned our bodies, the head of my cock pressing against her entrance with just enough pressure to promise but not penetrate. At the sensation, Lucy pulled away from Fallon so she could look at me. My brother began stroking himself, maintaining the high I knew hew as feeling.
My Omega’s eyes locked with mine, bright green-gold irises nearly swallowed by dilated pupils. I held the position, counting seconds in my head—one, two, three—watching as anticipation built within her, as her body tensed with need.
"Nitro," she breathed, my name a plea on her lips.
“Say my name again,” I told her, voice pitched dark and low.
“Nitro,” she moaned. “Don’t tease.”
“I never tease,” I assured her. Then, with a wolfish smile, I eased into her welcoming heat.
The sensation nearly undid my careful composure. She was perfection—warm, wet, tight despite having already accommodated two large Alphas. Her body welcomed me home. She was made for me. Made for us. I went perfectly still when I hit the end of her, registering every flex and flutter of her inner muscles around me.
I reached down, pushing one finger in to join my dick. I did so slowly, carefully, not wanting to expand her inexperienced body past pleasure and into real pain.
She cried out, biting down on her hand against the feeling.
