I grunt nearly as loudly as Pitt, his hand stuttering on my cock.
“We’ve been exploring,” I tell him in a thick voice. “I’m still getting used to it, though.”
“You like it, I can get you a plug.” His hand squeezes me tight enough to lift my ass off Abbie’s probing finger. “Give you something to clench on when you’re alone and feeling needy.”
I make another desperate sound, but Pitt is still stroking my cock, pulling on it until the swollen head bobs into view. He rubs his thumb over the tender flesh, his eyes dilating as I thrust helplessly into his hand. There’s a mixture of slick and pre-come dripping down my shaft, and as his hand speeds up, I feel an empty, clenching sensation in my ass.
This is when a thick knot would fill that ache, I realize dazedly, caught between Abbie’s circling finger and Pitt’s tight grasp on my shaft.
Rose petals have stuck to his oil-slicked skin, and he plucks one off, rubbing it over my sensitive slit. It opens like a tiny, hungry mouth and he licks his lips. “So pretty. You think I can have a taste, Omega?”
I nod, my thighs clenching as his tongue sweeps over the head. It’s thicker and rougher than Abbie’s, and I jolt at the sensation. He softens his mouth, drawing the sensitive crown between his lips and sucking gently.
“Pitt!” I gasp, my hands sliding helplessly over his shaved head. “Ah, fuck!”
“Good, sweetheart?” he asks, coming up for air.
I nod frantically, sparks of pleasure starting to pinwheel under my skin. “I want to come.”
“Want Abbie to finish you off while I lick your pretty gland?”
Oh, fuck, yes. I don’t know if I stutter it out or just twist in his arms, my cock bobbing obscenely above the water. Abbie smirks as she catches it in her hand, her lips soft and hungry as they buzz over the head. My thighs shake as she laps at the crown and I lean back against Pitt, shuddering as his hand grabs my hip. But it’s the way his tongue licks over my sensitive scent gland that has me crying out, my hands flying up and gripping the sides of the bath.
“Look at our beautiful mate,” Pitt breathes against my neck. “Now I know why she’s so hungry for your cock.”
Images flash through my mind, an erotic parade of memories where Abbie was in this exact position. The most vivid one was at movie night, and I groan as she slurps me down, her cheeks hollowing to take me to the root.
“Please, Pitt,” I moan, grinding back against his cock. Right now, I’d take a dozen knots if it would slake my need, but I focus on Abbie instead, watching as she bobs and slurps on my cock. She’s like a ravenous siren, her chest heaving as she drags my orgasm to the surface. Pitt must sense that I’m close, because he sucks my gland, sending another shudder through me.
“Bite me!” I groan, rocking on his chest. “I want your claim, Alpha.”
He cups my cheek, concerned green eyes sliding to mine. “You sure, Wings?”
Fuck.Does he really have to ask?“Beyond sure!”
His eyes flare with heat, but he still hesitates. “We can do it whenever. Tomorrow, next week… I don’t wanna rush you.”
I grab his face and press it to my neck. “Now, Alpha!” I hiss. “Give me your bite and make me your mate.”
“It’s yours, sweetheart,” he says and as my dick finally finds sweet relief in Abbie’s mouth, Pitt sinks his teeth into my gland, sealing us together forever.
“Ugh.” I roll away from what feels like a swimming pool of my own drool, my neck twinging as the pillow scrapes my throat. “Oh, yeah,” I mutter, sitting up and pressing my fingers to Pitt’s claiming bite. “We did that.”
“You sure did,” Abbie smirks from the side of the bed, leaning down to kiss my lips. She’s wearing black jeans that hug her thighs and an Alice in Chains tee under her butterfly vest. “Pitt’s come to check on you about a dozen times since dinner.”
“Dinner?” I rub at my chest, peering around. “I thought it was brunch.”
“You crashed out.” She grabs a tray off the bureau and brings it over to me. “Bluff brought this up a little while ago.”
I stare at the slice of lasagna and bowl of soup, my brain still foggy from my extended nap. “But if it’s after dinner, they must be heading out soon.”
“In about an hour.” She’s suddenly subdued, her brow wrinkling as she runs her thumb over her dog tags. “They’re over in the hub, doing last minute checks. I thought we could drop by the medical center, see if Patch wants any help.”
The medical center that happens to be right next to the hub. I jump out of bed, snatching up the first pair of sweats I can lay my hands on. “Let’s go.”
Abbie smiles at my enthusiasm, but then bites her lip. “Your dinner…”
I pick up the soup bowl, slurping it down in one long gulp. “Done,” I tell her, dropping it back on the tray. “Let’s go.”
