“Knot me like this,” I whine.
My scent gets even more intense, jasmine so thick it entices Noah’s alpha side out to play.
His hands slap on my hips and somehow he picks the three of us up. And then he moves. He thrusts himself in with such a ferocity, I come with a scream. He licks up my throat, growling in my ear making my orgasm go on and on. His peppery scent is blowing across my face, but it’s mixed with the tell-tale sign of his rut.
“Going to fill your body with our come, Lennon,” Noah snarls. He bites the column of my neck, ensuring I can’t move an inch. I fucking love the possessive thrust of ownership.
Of course, Noah’s rut stirs my other lover to take me with a similar vicious intensity.
“Hold her,” Gabe demands. They work together until I give in and take both their knots.
They steal the air from my lungs as they both ruin me. And I do a deep dive into pleasure. My awareness is replaced with nothing but an overload of constant arousal, and teasing climaxes as I keep taking from them. Waves of mindless pleasure crash over us as they fill me to the point of overflow. God, the slick and come that coats me is testament to that.
“I want us to pack again,” I slur out, twisting around as a ferocity to claim them temporarily takes over the need to be filled by them. I find Noah first, and he cranes his neck to one side in readiness. I strike like a snake, my blunt teeth tearing at his flesh, but the action has him groaning and thrashing his hips.
I don’t have a second to spare, and as soon as my teeth leave him, I search out Gabriel. He’s waiting and he reaches up and holds my mouth where he wants my bite, front and centre on his neck. He starts thrusting, despite his knot and Noah’s holding me hostage, the both of them moving and driving us to orgasm.
They grunt in strained pleasure and together they push me over the edge as they return my claiming bite with their own. And then it’s like the silence in the eye of a tornado, all the panic is gone, replaced by a place of near perfection. None of us can talk, instead we give each other a trillion kisses. I grab their hands, refuse to move from the middle of them, and I sleep like I’ve not slept for a long time.
29
LENNON
Bailey’s voice pulls me from a luxurious sleep, and out of the arms of Noah. He growls, his teeth at my throat. “Leave it, Lennon. Gabriel will deal with her.”
And maybe to others it would be a noise of warning, but to me it’s like he’s reciting poetry against my skin, making me sigh blissfully. Yeah, I’m officially fucked and head over feels for Alpha Teo.
Twisting around, I put some space between us so I can enjoy the whole thing: the view, his scent, and being nice and close to the source of some mind-blowing alpha pheromones. It makes me giddy, fills me with light instead of the darkness that was starting to seep in. I snuggle over Gabe’s pillow to look at Noah, pulling him back down to lay his head next to me, and we can do goo-goo eyes at each other. Except, instead of losing myself in his grey, blue eyes, I discover another part of the enigmatic doctor—his alpha side. And for a change, Noah is not hiding that side of him or diminishing how pissed off he is at me.
Except that side of him is magnetic, and I can’t keep away. I like this new development to Noah’s many different sides to his personality. He looks like he’s not up for a chat, but I’m up for a challenge. “I want a nest like this at home.”
“Don’t you try to distract me, Lennon.” His lips pulled back over his teeth as he whispers furiously. He grabs my hands to stop them from running up over his chest.
“I’ll have to talk to her,” I offer, tipping my head to the side, liking the way he’s not letting me go at the moment. The stretch of my neck also is like a reminder of their bites, pulling on parts of me that ache.
“Wetalk first. She can be a demanding media princess with her pack. Not with you. You take precedence. It’s her pack’s job to blow smoke up her ass. I want her gone so I can blow up yours.” He hisses, grabbing a fist full of my hair and dragging me down so he can glare into my eyes lovingly.
I laugh as I lean down to kiss him. This impatient, unyielding side of Noah is so fucking amazing. Except Bailey hears me.
“Lennon!” she barks.
And I freeze for a moment before I pull against Noah’s handful of my hair, arching my neck back as he leans up to lick over where his pack bite sits on my throat. Making me groan before she yells my name again.
I scoff, getting a better understanding at how annoyed Noah is by her constant interruption. But Bailey and I have been through a lot, and we’re well attuned to each other’s bitchy moods. “Bailey, I love you, but fuck off for a minute. Listen to what Gabriel said, and I’ll come find you soon. Make me a pot of tea or something. You remember how to do that, don’t you?”
“Bitch, who the living shit is Gabriel?” If she was in front of me, she’d be stomping her legs like a petulant toddler to make her point. She does it well, act like a spoilt brat, I mean.
“The alpha glaring at you now, babe. Seriously, do I need to book a time for you to see an optometrist?”
“Yeah, well, maybe you’re a little pussy drunk, because that is Valak!”
The cold, harsh reminder that half my pack is missing has me ripping out of my amazing, nylon nest, but Noah snaps his hands around my hips and all but throws my naked butt back into bed.
“Stay there! Gabriel, shut the fucking door.”
“And … who the hell is that?”
But Noah ignores the both of us yelling and pulls out his phone. It’s like it barely rings. “Pull your woman out of the garage. We need some time.”
