“Check the door, again,” he barks at me.
The distance separating him feels immeasurable as his dominance wraps around me, dragging me to my feet. I like to think I’m not weak, but apparently I might be. Walking away is good though, it gives me the chance to actually think clearer.
Raney and heat are two words that should come with an encyclopaedia of warnings and detailed explanations for any alpha, because her in one is so consuming. She went into this saying she was using my knot to appease the ripples of her heat, but right this second, I’m finding it hard to distinguish her indifference with the inherent knowledge of how rightly she fits around me. And that’s not just physical. It’s the surety of her confidence in what should be a vulnerable time for her that leaves me so I’m the one tied up in knots.
The way each of her touches sits under my skin, even now, is something I have never experienced. And fuck me, how deeply and unknowingly she’s buried inside my head is criminal. All in all, I’ve been ruined by her, and her mouth-watering acceptance of who she is as a person, and as an omega.
Walking through Puck’s shoebox home, the door’s barricaded by some cheap shelving unit, the windows hidden behind towels, and the sink littered with empty plates and drink containers, it’s a pretty good analogy for how I’m feeling. My stomach rumbles loudly, reminding me to check the food deliveries again. Another thing he has somehow arranged.
Pushing the shelves away, I crack the door open. A noise, like the sound of a leaf being crushed underfoot, has me levelling my gun with scary accuracy as a shadow stops, and a meek voice floats back letting me know it’s the barmaid again. The cool night air on my balls is confirmation that while I feel so far out of sorts, my alpha’s needs to protect her haven’t been impacted. Or maybe they have because I found my target without having to try.
Kicking the door shut and balancing the basket of food in one hand while I push the barrier in place, I’m waving my horde of food and drinks in the direction of the camera the second I re-enter her nest. Storing them safely inside a cupboard because we have literally destroyed every inch of this room, I grab a bottle of vitamin water and drain it dry while I watch her and Hayes.
Puck is out cold, but she’s been relentless with him. Not that he’s complained.
Hayes’s narrow hips are moving rhythmically, his back contracts with each measured stroke and, goddamn, the way they are together gets my cock stirring again.
“Hayes, we need to get her to eat,” I whisper in his ear.
Raney’s been adamant she hasn’t been hungering for food, but it doesn’t mean we haven’t stopped trying to make her eat and drink.
“Lolli, let’s play a game,” I offer when I nudge him out the way, earning a hiss of frustration from her. And a small barely audible thanks from Hayes as he rolls over, falling off the edge of the mattress, but we’re all a little beyond caring about us. If it was Raney, it’s a complete and different story.
She spreads her legs wide, and fuck me, the challenge in her eyes nearly makes me throw the game away and slide back into her swollen, glossy pussy.
“Leave them open so I get to stare at your minky, while you eat and drink all these.” I hold up the fresh juice and the bananas. “You eat or all we’ll be doing is massaging your feet.”
I grab one of her feet to make a point, and I get the most pornographic pout I’ve ever seen in return. Her eyes glide down my body like she’s never seen me naked, and no shit, Lolli’s gaze makes my cock stand to attention.
“Ignore it,” I say, holding the juice out, but she makes grabby hands at me. “Lolli, do I need to handcuff you?”
She nods her head without missing a beat, while Koz snaps in the background. “Kitten, time to eat.”
“I want to know the game first,” she says as she sways her legs open and closed.
“You’re dangerous,” I say, pointing the banana at her.
“Stop avoiding answering. What does the winner, meaning me obviously, get when I win?”
Her confidence knows no bounds, and I can’t stop the twitch my cock makes in appreciation. She throws her head back and laughs, “Pass the banana over and tell me the prize, or I’ll use the rest of the bananas as opposed to using you.”
“I thought you might like to watch me knot Hayes’ ass. He whines you know, like my cock is going to split him in half, and I nearly blow every time I hear it.” I speak slowly, trying for indifference, failing miserably.
There’s no need for her to open her mouth, her scent does the talking. Wisteria in the air, so thick it reminds me of warm summer days at Jenn’s place where we used to make love under the pergola. Raney’s eyes flash. One second they’re emerald green, the next they’re ink black. But it’s been like this for hours. She fades in and out of her heat.
I hold her heated gaze as I pass over the banana. And then like I said I would, I massage the arch of her foot, in part to stop me burying my fingers in her pussy.
The number of times I’ve seen her come should be impossible. But without question, it feels so damn right too. It feels like I’m back to being me, the me who I was years ago, the boy who dreamed so fucking big.
She bites a chunk of banana off and chews while her eyes keep assessing. “Show me,” she demands before she takes another bite.
“Drink the juice too, micina,” Koz says. Her hands reach for the bottle without question or argument, and in a lot of ways, it’s a reminder that we’re not who we were. Although it doesn’t piss me off.
While she finishes the banana and drains the bottle, I reach out for Hayes’s leg and drag him up from the floor until he’s laying horizontal to her.
“Such a good girl, Lolli. Now, while you eat another banana, I’m going to get him ready.”
Hayes looks up at me as I crawl to him. Every fucking time he steals the air from my lungs when we lock eyes. He stops me from dipping down low for a kiss by spreading his legs as wide as Lolli does and pulling his bent knees to his chest. His knot is still pink and swollen from Raney, his dick looks fucking decadent, but the way he spreads himself so wide means there’s no way I can’t look at him without the same hunger I do Raney.
