And then Talon gets very serious and sincere. He has the same look in his eye as he did the day he told me we were not just experimenting. My heart fucking beats so damn loud I don’t know if I’ll be able to hear what he’s going to say.
He keeps our hands entangled, and he’s close enough for me to see the flecks of sapphire in his blue eyes. “Out of everything, what hurts me the most is us finding out you can’t have children. I’m so sorry, baby. And I know she’ll rip you a new one if that makes you feel like you’ve let her down because you two always used to talk about how many kids you were going to have. I really, really, really want you to know my arms are always open for you if you need to talk about it. I will not let you lose sight of what an amazing father you’re going to be. You, Hayes, will be the heart in all of us.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, holding on to him and his insight with everything I am. “Damn you, Tal.”
“Our happy ever after has had a few bumps along the way, but I think you and I needed to be ready for her. King knew. He told us we weren’t ready, but we are now, aren’t we?”
And we were.
She slept in my arms the whole way from the airfield to our new home. And then she slept in Talon’s when he carried her over the threshold of the house Koz bought her. Puck wouldn’t let her out of his arms until Koz was back in the main bedroom, the house locked down and security armed. Then he put her in the middle of the bed, and we swarmed around her like she was our Queen Bee. Until Koz cracked the shits and essentially ordered us to the other two mattresses he had already laid out.
ChapterForty-Four
RANEY
I’ve always been an avid dreamer. I love sleeping so heavily and getting lost for hours in dreamscapes. Since I was a child I’ve had epic dreams too. I loved them. My dreams changed with my omega designation and wet dreams became the norm. And yeah, I actually love those more. I have no issue with waking up with the remnants of my dreams staining my sheets.
Meeting Koz, my dreams got more intense but that was probably a reflection of how he unlocked me sexually. Or my dreams were a precursor because he’s always been the early riser in our relationship. And he fucking loves waking me up with his cock—or tongue.
Coming on his face is my favourite way to wake up. Koz, this morning, is clearly intent on changing my mind. He rolls me onto my stomach, leaving a trail of his bites up my thighs, over my butt cheeks all the way up my back and then like the tease he is, he crowds me, making the tip of his cock slide up the junction of my thighs.
“You’re so wet, micina.” His voice is barely audible in my ear. I feel the rumble of them over my skin. We’re so close I’m sure he can feel the rush of goosebumps his voice leaves behind. “I’m going to fill your pussy first, then your peachy ass.”
I wiggle impatiently, earning a filthy chuckle and another rush of deep rumblings in my ear. “If you’re a good girl, letting me take my time spoiling my omega, they can stay. It’s up to you.”
My eyes flutter open, and like he promised, Puck, Talon, and Hayes are asleep near us. The room is huge, but without much light, it’s hard to define anything more than their sleeping forms.
“Where are we?” I moan as he keeps pushing himself further in. Okay, maybe being fucked awake is better than being eaten out.
I feel his heart beating fast against my shoulder. My pussy aches at the sudden and intrusive stretch, but it’s a burn that sets my heart a blaze and my core on fire.
He wants us closer still, which is so typical of how he loves. He moves my arms forward to stretch me out, guiding my fingers through cushioned handholds on the bed.
“You’re on my cock, in your new home,” he says as he starts to drag himself out at a torturous pace. He stops moving, the tip of his cock hovering at my entrance like a chaste kiss. “Face in the pillow, kitten.”
I drop, already knowing the way he’s going to move. He slams himself back inside me in a brutal thrust that has me crying into the pillow. But yeah, that is in joy not pain. The way Koz makes love is something I’ll never grow tired of; his strength is a thing of beauty, but he lets us both be exactly who we are, without hiding anything from each other. It’s a truer testament of our unbreakable bond.
There’s a growing and frenetic energy driving me to meet him thrust for thrust, earning a vicious bite on my shoulder before I stop being so demanding and let him steer. With a quick nip on my neck, he links our fingers together on the headboard and then starts to move. “Come on, kitten. Make my cock hurt.”
My face stays buried in the pillow as I start moaning, already struggling to find a way through the pleasure. As always, Koz takes me straight to the precipice of incredible pleasure where he holds me at the highest point. And it’s a beautiful place to be but not now.
My body aches for release. And there’s no doubt the added thrill of knowing the others are sleeping near me adds to the growing heat starting to race hotter through me.
I want to keep this between me and Koz, but I also want them to watch. I twist my head so I can keep my mouth pressed into the pillow to muffle my increasing moans as I stare, willing them to wake.
The smallest movement means instead of just hearing his grunts and the echo of myself, my ears also fill with the added thud of the headboard and the arousing wetness our bodies make. I’m definitely in sensory overload. There’s something about the noise of people enjoying sex that gets me going. Every time. And Koz knows how much I love listening to people enjoying sex, which is why we’re usually pretty loud.
You see love in all the little details, and he’d do anything to keep my heart full.
Without question, he always knew I would crack not being able to keep this between me and him. As soon as I start whimpering more, he grunts louder. The devilish man keeps his lips against his mark on my neck as he does it too, reminding me who I belong to. And I respond by locking up tight around him.
“That’s it, squeeze me harder. Fuck, I missed you.” He sucks my ear lobe in his mouth, his tongue and teeth toying with the overly sensitive erogenous zone, but it’s when he drops back and mimics biting me again that the orgasm that was spasming has me twisting for his mouth.
With one deep and ridiculously loud groan, he fills my lungs with his chocolate-cherry scent, making me see stars as I kiss him with the same need as an addict on a bender. But I’ve never been ashamed of the way I love him and the way I need him. I never will either.
“Harder, Koz,” I growl.
He drops his weight down on me, making it near impossible for me to move a muscle before he slows our speed and turns up the intensity. He pulls himself right out before he slams back in over and over again, ensuring I feel each and every ridge on his beautiful dick.
