Her hand ghosts down my chest, her fingertips mapping out the dips and muscles of my body.
“Being good is definitely not on the table,” Willow giggles. “Morning sex is the best.”
“And you have no problem with this?” I say, brow raised.
“Nope. Celibacy has been lifted,” she says, grinning as she presses a kiss to my lips. “I am going to distract Atlas to the best of my abilities. Maybe I’ll even get spanked!”
I can’t help but chuckle as Willow jumps out of bed and sashays naked toward Atlas.
“No naked people in the kitchen,” I hear him groan.
“Does the kitchen counter count?” I ask, amused as I turn toward Briar. “If she’s looking for a spanking, she’ll get one.”
“Have you seen his hands?” Briar hisses. “He definitely will make sure you won’t be able to sit properly for a week.”
Grinning, I cup her face, kissing her nose. “Are you good with everything that happened last night?”
“So good,” she sighs happily. “This is a dream come true.”
“It’s better because it’s real,” I whisper, kissing her. Our hands drift over each other, and I raise her leg over my hip as if we’ve been together forever. It feels natural to line my cock up at her entrance when she whimpers, her slick pushing out of her cunt to cover me.
Pulling her close, I thrust deep inside of her, watching as her eyes close as I fill her.
“Eyes on me,” I growl softly, loving how her eyes grow large. “Willow and I switch back and forth between bedroom roles. Sometimes, I like to be the brat. Others, I need to help ground my alpha. Everything about us is a game of give and take.”
Kissing her, I groan as her hips thrust up to meet me each time mine pistons. She’s passionate and eager as we make love, and I push her over as I cover her body. My movements become slower as I push her legs together, and she feels even tighter.
“Oh God,” she whimpers. “That’s so good.”
“Every position feels so good with you. I want to watch you when you lose yourself to your orgasm,” I say, kissing her. My pelvis grinds against her clit, and we share air with each other as we lazily cum together.
Her eyes roll back as she shudders, and her cunt clamps around my cock, milking me as my fingers tighten around the blankets on either side of her. My chest heaves as I rock my hips against her, whimpering as I fill her with my cum.
“Jude, Briar! If you’re fucking, please be louder. I can’t hear you!” Willow yells, making me huff out a laugh as I kiss up Briar’s throat.
“We should get up. She’ll either burn something or start singing really off key to get us moving,” I murmur.
“I’ve heard her sing! She’s great,” Briar says, confused.
“That’s my point. She’ll sing badly just for spite. She can tell I came through our bond, and since I’m a gentleman, she knows you did too,” I grumble, wincing as I get up. “Willow, cool your tits, baby. I need to clean Briar up.”
“She’s amazing,” Briar says happily. “I love her.”
I freeze at her words, before smiling broadly. “I love her too.”
Scooping her into my arms, I walk to her bathroom and do what I told Willow I’d do. We both brush our teeth, and I’m grateful she has extra toothbrushes lying around.
“We had a big influx of omegas come into town, and a couple of them lived with me until we could get them situated,” she explains. “It was a crazy time, but I’ve learned to keep some things on hand just in case. Our inns and bed and breakfasts getfull when winter sets in, because the weather isn’t reliable. You definitely need snow tires and chains to be safe here.”
“I learned that when we had our first winter here last year,” I shrug. “It was very eye opening.”
Leaving the bathroom, Briar and I grab underwear and a t-shirt to wear to walk out of the room. I steal Atlas’ just because I can, and he grins when he sees me. His shirt is huge on my body, but I love how he smells.
Something tells me that being around him may trigger my heat soon, but I’ll cross that bridge when it’s time. You can’t time these things, and lots of things will make it fluctuate.
“Just in time,” Atlas says, turning over a waffle maker. “I think Willow was going to threaten to start twerking to get spanked.”
“She fucking loves it,” I smirk. “It doesn’t happen often, but I once made her cum during a spanking.”
