God, she smiled. She knew she was forcing me to that delicious, restraint-stealing edge.
Tray.
Damn, what a life I had. Who needed porn when my pack was so fucking hot?
Made it a little strange that I’d hopped into bed with so many randos over the years, but that was before Tessa. Whatever had shifted inside of me, was displaced for good. I didn’t need outsiders anymore. I had everything I could want. My bi-panic heart was full of joy.
Mac stopped straddling Tessa’s body. He turned, lying downagainst the sheets dotted with wet spots—water and other, thicker, viscous fluids. He smiled up at her, gaze hooded.
“Come here,” Mac said, his voice soft but commanding. “Get on top, Tessa. I don’t want to be in control right now.”
I watched as Tessa's eyes widened slightly, uncertainty flashing across her features. Despite what had just happened with Dixon, she still looked so innocent, so new to all of this. My heart swelled with tenderness and desire. She ticked so many of my boxes. The thrill of seeing her hadn’t faded. She wasn’t a one and done fuck like all the others before. All the others except Dixon of course. Mac, Ryder, and I might cross swords now and again, but never with genuine, sexual purpose.
“I've got you,” I said, moving behind her. I placed my hands on her slender waist, feeling her tremble beneath my touch. “Let me help.”
She nodded, raven curls bouncing. I guided Tessa over, so she was the one straddling Mac this time, her knees pressing into the mattress. My oldest pack brother positioned his impressive length beneath her, lining up with her pussy which was still coated with an impossible amount of slick.
“That's it,” I murmured against her ear, loving how she shivered in response. I lowered her slowly, watching Mac's face contort with pleasure as his tip pressed against her entrance and then began to test the inside of our delicious Omega’s pussy.
There's something magical about watching, about being part of the connection of two people making love. The way Mac's muscles tensed, the way Tessa's breath caught. And I was a spectator moving the spectacle forward. The maestro of masturbation. The screenwriter of sex. The director of dick. The professor of pussy. My cock bounced a little, impatient for action. I mentally told it to simmer down.
Tessa sank down onto Mac's length inch by inch, her mouth dropping in a silent gasp. I felt her tense as she took him inside of her. Mac's hands lifted, covering mine. His gentle touch was possessive, but he didn't push me away. My pack brothers knew what turned me on, and I was a top tier voyeur. Of course… I was also an exhibitionist who loved to dominate and bedominated in front of others. Jack of all titillating trades. Jill of all horny hills.
“You feel incredible,” Mac breathed, his fastidious façade cracking. Those amber-flecked forest eyes of his were dark with desire as he watched her face.
“He wants you to move,” I whispered against her ear, my hands sliding up to cup her breasts. “There's no wrong way to do this. Mac isn’t good at letting control ago. You’ve got to take it, Tessa.”
“Grab him, take him,” she breathed out, trying to change the sweetness in her voice to something sharp and commanding.
“If you want to attract a man,” I played along, “Grab him. Take him. Takeallof him.”
Tessa began to rock her hips experimentally, soft whimpers escaping her lips. I slid my hands lower, removing the barrier between her skin and Mac’s palms. The sight of her riding Mac while I touched her was better than any fantasy I'd ever had. Her head fell back against my shoulder, damp curls cascading over my chest.
“You’re fucking amazing,” I murmured, reaching around to pinch her nipples gently. “So beautiful like this.”
She only moaned in reply. My eyes roved the bed, clamping on Dixon who’d rolled over on his side, one arm cocked up to cradle his head, one hand lazily stroking his gone-soft yet still massive cock. Damn, someday I was going to sink into him while he was fucking our Omega. The thought made me shiver. I shifted my focus. Ryder watched with an almost pained expression. I could only imagine how hard it was to wait. To go last. When he’d pined for Tessa so much longer than the rest of us.
The tenuous tether of Mac’s self-discipline was fraying. It was going to snap at any minute.
“Oh… Oh…” Tessa couldn’t say anything else. Her lips parted, face paled, moisture built in her eyes. Mac’s knot must be swelling, filling her up. His was massive. I always thought that was funny, considering he was the least showy of our pack. Always put-together. Always reining us in. Always the voice of logic.
His fingers dug aggressively into her waist, tightening as hisbreathing grew ragged. He thrust his hips upward, shifting the already locked knot and making Tessa gasp. When he orgasmed, I almost came myself. Seeing Mac so carried away, acting so unshackled, was nearly an aphrodisiac. I was going to explode before I could even feel Tessa’s warm pussy for myself.Fuck.
Ryder.
I couldn’t touch myself. If I did, I might lose it. My dick was so hard it hurt.Actual fucking pain.
Watching the others—sink into Tessa and knot and spill their seed—was torture.And it still wasn’t my turn.Mac didn’t stay locked inside her for long. After a few minutes, Tessa must have felt the bundle of muscles contract. She lifted one knee, trying to free herself from his dick. It was still long, buried inside of her. Tray slipped hands under her arms and helped her. When she knelt to the side of Mac’s prone body, he sighed. It took him a moment to recover, but then he crawled to the top of the bed, sitting up against the headboard. He cocked one leg up, straightening the other. His manhood still dripped with the evidence of Tessa’s generous slick that seemed to never dry up. Mac ran his fingers over his glossy manhood, then brought his hand up to lick her sticky, tasty fluid.
Mac looked so at peace, as if every worry he’d had his entire life had just flooded away into our Omega’s beautiful body. A flare of jealously warmed my chest, but it faded quickly. There was nothing to be jealous over. We were becoming whole. The most incredible, natural thing in the world.
Tray didn’t have to move towards Tessa. She initiated, growing bolder, a new confidence in her movements despite the visible trembling of her body. Her eyes locked with his, and I watched her swallow hard before she lifted a hand and traced it down his hard, tawny stomach until her fingers grazed his thick cock. Tray always joked he was all girth and little length. Her touch made his cock seem to elongate as an invitation.
"How do you like it?" she whispered. “I want to know.”
Tray's dimples deepened as he grinned. “I’m an easy man to please.”
“Tell me your favorite thing, Tray?” She insisted, pouting a little. Fuck, the way her lip jutted out. It did unspeakable things to me.
