Now that Tae’s comfortable, I need my final alpha. As soon as Jagger returns to the same position as before, I take him in my mouth, precariously balancing on one hand so I can jerk Tae off at the same time. I let out a huff of annoyance when I can’t get the angle right, and Tae’s cock springs free from my grasp.
“Your pussy is holding onto me so tight,” Nash groans as the tip of Tae’s tongue does a little dance over my clit, like he’s expertly strumming an instrument. “I’ll knot you if you keep squeezing this hard.”
I push my hips back in encouragement, allowing every inch of him to fill me completely. He already knows how much I want this through our bond, but a little extra nudge doesn’t hurt. It feels like flames are licking across my skin, every single touch and stroke amplified, like a vibrator is humming and pleasuring me from the inside out.
I pop off Jagger’s cock to give myself a second to catch my breath as Nash’s swollen knot engorges to what feels like double its usual size. The sudden stretch of my body has me questioning what is even physically possible.
“Nash!” I scream his name as an orgasm suddenly crashes through me. He holds onto me, staying fixed in position as his knot flexes, filling me with cum like it’s his life’s sole mission. While my own orgasm rocks through me like a freight train, Nash’s pleasure merges with mine, creating the perfect harmony. “Fuck, yes!”
Tae continues to feast on my clit, coaxing out flood after flood of slick-filled pleasure. Even though we’re not bonded in the same way as Nash and I, I swear, I can feel him too.
“Jagger—” I lunge for him again, basking in having his silky warmth return to my mouth.
I work him until he blows his load mere seconds later, spilling down my throat, while we all come together.
Once my vision is no longer blurry, I look up to see Jagger. His green eyes are blazing, watching me like I’m the Northern Lights or some other grand spectacle. He grins at me. “Wow.”
My legs are still trembling from the ripples of pleasure that are shooting through me as I manage a shaky nod in response.
Gasping for breath, we say nothing, a tangled mess of limbs in a sweaty heap. Once again, Nash’s knot is the calming tether I need to drop my core temperature back to normal.
Nothing can compare to this—the safe, fuzzy feeling that comes from being surrounded by my pack.
FORTY-FOUR
Jagger
“Thanks for everything, Kady.” I hang up the phone, turning to share what I learned with Tae. “She says they’ve kept Delilah’s name out of the press, and they’re not printing any tips that come intoThe Valley Voiceoffice either, to ward off public speculation.”
I’ve been too busy tending to Delilah to really think about the fallout from me leavingPack Fireand the photograph being leaked, extremely grateful that Kady and Calder have been able to sort things out. From what Kady told me, Brad and Drew are still doing interviews with whoever will listen, and some of their comments have been causing a stir online, attracting negative attention. Assholes. My lawyer is also working on minimizing any damage, so we’re in a good position considering.
“That’s great.” Tae nods, stifling a yawn as he places the breakfast tray down on a table in the entrance area of Delilah’s nest. “Really great.”
“Maybe you should take a nap?” I laugh at the sight of him. His hair is even scruffier than usual, and he’s swaying slightly, like he’s about to drop at any moment. “You were up most of the night.”
“I’m fine. But, man, when people say heats are intense, I didn’t think that they’d bethisintense.” Tae wipes his brow with a grin. He’s been doing a great job at indulging Delilah’s seemingly insatiable sexual appetite, despite his obvious exhaustion. “They’re on another level.” He shakes a pack of electrolytes into Delilah’s freshly blended smoothie—the green kind that she loves that we now have a freezer full of. “I’m glad she’s resting now. If it’s this tiring for us, I can’t imagine how she’s feeling.”
“At least you managed to get her to shower this morning,” I point out. It’s been a challenge getting her out of the nest at all the last few days.
“Two showers,” Tae corrects. They didn’t even make it out of the bathroom after finishing the first shower before she needed cleaning up again.
“You’re doing a great job, Tae.”
Seeing my packmates look after Delilah has filled me with a new sense of pride. As well as building our bond with Delilah, helping her through heat as a trio has also brought us closer together as a unit. I never thought we’d be so comfortable being around each other, though I could have gone without seeing Nash’s balls close-up quite so many times or learning that he has a freckle on his left one. The whole experience has also helped quell any lingering jealousy and possessiveness I had over her, replaced by a sense of deep belonging instead. Through seeing how much they care for and love her, I know I made the right decision in choosing them as my pack.
Nash emerges from the nest with a crazed look in his eyes and red scratch marks all over his shoulders from a particularly passionate encounter yesterday. Delilah got very demanding… and he fucking loved it.
“How is she?” I ask him.
“She’s asking for you, Jag.” Nash claps me on the shoulder. “I’m just going to?—”
“Eat!” Tae chirps. “You haven’t eaten anything all day.”
Nash smirks. “Well, that’s not entirely true…”
Chuckling, the two of them head downstairs as I enter the nest. The warm glow from the skylight shines at the perfect angle to illuminate Delilah lying in the bed, looking like a total goddess. One of her curvy, soft thighs pokes out from beneath the blankets, her brown skin glistening and smooth.
“Breakfast in bed.” I smile. “Here you go.” I set down the breakfast tray I carried in. In the middle is a small flower I plucked from the yard this morning. It’s not much, but hopefully she’ll appreciate the gesture. I’m learning that it isn’t always the big things. With Delilah, she cares more about thought and effort over flashy grandness.
