“Where’s Storm?” I mumbled, lifting my head to find that Doc and Podcast were gone as well.
“They went downstairs to get some grub, I think you tired them out,” Bat purred, his voice full of pride.
His purr reminded me exactly why I was waking up in a nest that smelled of sex. My insides twisted with the need to be filled and Bat was my next target.
“Clothes off,” I demanded as I rolled to my knees and began to attack the buttons of the black shirt he was wearing.
“Impatient little omega, aren’t you? Be gentle with me, I’m frail, remember?” Bat’s grin was teasing as he helped me pull his shirt off and unbuckle his belt.
“Bullshit,” I shot back, the thrill of using the curse was almost more exciting than the erection that I found trapped behind black boxers. “Doc took the stitches out yesterday and called you, and I quote, ‘a healthy motherfucker despite being used for human target practice.’ ” I mimicked Doc’s deep timbre, making Bat laugh.
“Now take your pants off or I’ll go find one of the other alphas to help me through this heat flare,” I ordered, already starting to move past him toward the door.
Tattooed fingers caught my ankle, I giggled as I was dragged back by a frowning Bat.
“Absolutely fucking not, I’ve been patiently waiting my turn. I even kicked the shit out of Rex in a game of go-fish to be able to come up here first,” Bat growled as he used his hands to cup either side of my face, bringing me in for a biting kiss.
I moaned against his mouth as he stoked the flames of my lust again. “And is he okay with all of this?” I asked when we finally broke apart and he finished removing his pants.
“He’s… grappling I think. Doc was talking to him when I left,” Bat said as he knelt in front of me in only his black boxers. I had seen him shirtless, not without pants. His tattoos extended across most of his body, detailing different animals, people, and symbols. Bat was like a living painting, and I committed each tattoo that I could see to memory as my eyes trailed down his taut torso to the stiff erection that was pressing against his underwear. I could see the entire outline of it through the thin material. My first thought was that it was larger than I thought it would be, my second was that it looked a bit strange. There were small bumps all along the edge.
My thoughts about Rex were forgotten as I tilted my head in confusion. “What’s that?”
Bat hooked his fingers underneath the waistband of his underwear and hiked them down to expose his cock. The bumps had been four metal piercings along the underside of the shaft, they gleamed in the dim light.
“This is called a Jacob’s ladder piercing, sugar,” Bat pulled my fingers to his cock and let me explore and I found they were warm to the touch. Bat grunted when I ran my fingers along the raised skin in between the metallic balls, which told me that they must have felt good.
“Did it hurt?” I asked as I loosely gripped his length in my fist and gave it a gentle pump.
Bat sucked in a breath. “Like a bitch. Got it when I was fresh out of the military. I think it was more to punish myself than anything, didn’t expect it to feel good when it finally healed, though.”
“And did you use them on anyone?” I asked, jealousy suddenly bubbling inside of my gut as I let go of his cock as if it had burned me.
“I have, Juneau, I’ve lived a long life before I met you. I’m in the pack with the guys, but notinthe pack. A guy gets lonely.” His expression was imploring as he explained himself. “I don’t remember any of their names really, and I never knotted any of them. Never knotted anyone, actually.”
His confession soothed the boiling jealousy in my veins. “Never?” I asked, nibbling on my lower lip.
Bat shook his head emphatically. “No, never really wanted to before.”
“And do you want to knot me?”
“More than anything. I wish that I didn’t have to wear a condom. I want to fill you to the brim until you are overflowing with my cum,” he growled, the muscles in his neck working as he swallowed heavily.
“Not yet,” I murmured, my face warming at his blatantly sexy words. “But soon, maybe.”
“That’s all I needed to hear, sugar.” Bat gave me a gentle push back into the pillows and I landed with a flop, sending the mixture of our scents into the air. “Jesus Christ in a handbasket, you’ve really been having fun up here haven’t you?”
I grinned up at him.
“A bit,” I said as he crawled over my body, the tip of his cock drawing a path down my stomach. It left a trail of liquid and I scooped some up and tapped it onto my tongue to taste. I had not had the chance to taste any of the other alphas or Podcast’s ejaculations yet. Bat’s tasted earthy and a little bit salty. I immediately wanted more. I scooped up the rest and popped the fingers into my mouth.
“I’d let you taste it more, but I think my patience has run out completely and if I don’t get inside of you soon I’m going to lose my damn mind… even more than I already have,” Bat said, having seen my expression after I finished licking my fingers clean.
Bat reached over to the nearby basket and pulled out a condom, rolling it on until it covered his already swollen knot.
“Are you ready for me, sugar?” he asked, his eyes on my face as if I was going to change my mind at any moment.
I put my hands on either side of his shoulder and nodded. “I think I’ve been ready for you ever since I noticed you stealing my dirty laundry, Bat.”
