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“Pax, they are in my reticule!” She called out.
A knock on the door and I discovered Mrs Hubbard, her lips pressed together in a repressed smile, she handed me a tray with crisp white linen and a brass bowl with water. “I heard you wanted to check Lady Paxton’s wound…”
“Thank you.”
Jack curled around her back, one arm bent for her to rest her head, the other hand grasping at her soft curves hard enough I knew he would leave marks. His face buried in her hair, but it did nothing to quiet the animalistic sounds of pleasure that seemed ripped from him. But she was the one who moved, undulating her body with a steady roll of her hips. I held back from asking if she hurt, all too aware that speaking would break the spell, which had so caught up my lovers they seemed to have forgot I was with them. Goddess, if that didn’t make me hard. My own personal performance of carnal lust featuring the two most perfect creatures in the world.
I knelt before them, gliding a hand teasingly up and down my length in time to the movement of her hips.
“Pax,” she whimpered. My eyes flashed to hers.
“Are you alright?” I asked. One hand reaching to link my fingers with hers, the other ghosting over her voluptuous body, because, Goddess help me, but the thought of going another heartbeat without touching her undid me.
“I need you with us, inside of me.”
“Naturally,” I growled with alpha satisfaction.
“Naturally,” she whimpered. Could she be more perfect? What I wouldn’t do to shield her from the world. I felt the stitches under my fingers and a white hot rage flashed through me at the thought of what we had nearly lost. Once she was settled, bound, happy, and tied to her nest, Jack and I would find the cretin who’d dared hurt our mate. I’d crush his life out of him and think his death too quick.
“Pax.” This time Jack recalled me to the present and with a smile that told he knew the tenor of my thoughts, he rolled away from our mate, his cock glistening with her essence. “Come taste her Benedict.”
He flexed his hips, his meaning clear. He wanted my mouth around his cock. For me to lick her slick off him like Beatrice might lick honey off a spoon. I learnt over Beatrice, my body at an angle to theirs, and took his cock in my mouth, my tongue tasting my mates in a heady symphony of alpha and omega. His hand landed on the back of my neck, gathering my hair and holding it away so that he could watch his girth stretching my lips.
“Suck, Alpha,” Beatrice encouraged me. Her smaller hands wrapping around my knot and squeezing. “Harder. Suck harder.”
I pulled him deeper into my mouth until I felt the broad head hit the back of my throat, which caused me to gag. Jack tugged me off him, a line of spit connecting the tip to my tongue. “Fuck, Pax. No. We need to fuck her and if I don’t stop you now, I’ll try to knot your throat.”
I didn’t know if that was possible, surely not, but the thought? His desire? Yes, another time perhaps, but I wanted to know how deep I could take him. To learn how Beatrice could swallow him down until her lips kissed his knot. Beneath me, my mate.
I collapsed on top of her, relishing how I could sink into body
“What do you want?” Jack asked.
“Not your knots.” A thing no alpha wanted to hear, but while we were struck dumb, she continued. “I want your cum to seep out of me and add to the scents.”
“As the lady wishes.” I pressed my lips to the juncture of her thigh and the fold of flesh which made her much a woman, our woman, our mate, our omega. My mouth trailed kisses up her body until I hovered above her, my cock resting on the curve of her back.
“Inside of me, Pax.” She begged.
Ignoring her plea, I flexed my hips, grinding into her, and then the vixen rolled onto her back. I’d not kept enough weight on her to prevent it but confronted with her abundant breasts and the coy smile that told me she could play bedroom games as well, had me pausing just long enough to look at her. My moment of wonder was enough for Jack to reach between us and grab my cock, angling it to meet Beatrice’s hips, catching the tip against her opening, pulling a gasping moan from both of us.
“I grow impatient,” he growled. “Fuck her, Benedict. Cram this cock inside of her and make her scream her pleasure. Be a good omega for our lord and master,” he commanded Beatrice. “Make him lose that control…”
I rolled my hips once, twice, until I began to slide into her, each movement eliciting sweet sounds of pleasure from my omega. We were lost in each other, but I could not forget Jack. How could I when his hand ran down my spine to grab my ass, squeezing and spreading me before probing with a single finger? The pressure relented, and I felt a hand cup my balls, rolling them and tugging so very slightly. “More.”
“Hmmm… What a needy alpha… You fuck her, make her come, and then I’ll make you catch a glimpse of Heaven.” My thrusts picked up pace, spearing her on my cock. “Touch her, Pax.”
Goddess, I followed his orders with desperate movements, fumbling between us, circling my thumb around, up, and over her clit until her words turned incomprehensible. Our mate turned her face, burying into the nest, but more clearly she was bearing her neck, inviting me to sink my teeth into the bites on her neck. Though still red, my bite was fully healed, and the sight teased at my arousal until I was compelled to stop for fear I would sink my knot inside of her, filling her with cum before she’d found her own release. “Please, Pax, alpha…”
I renewed my efforts, plunging into her quim with deep thrusts and sucking on her bites, until she began to shake with her orgasm. Her thighs quivered against mine. My thrusts became erratic as I chased my own pleasure. Only to have the sensations heightened when Jack pressed a finger, then two, into my ass. My own movement creating the friction, the delicious pressure on the spot I’d not known existed until I’d first let Jack touch me. I came with a shout, my balls drawing up as I filled her with cum. Almost immediately Jack was pulling me off Beatrice, his cock sliding into her so smoothly but with enough of a stretch that she was gasping as he filled her over and over again.
I had fallen onto my back. My head turned to watch as she clung to him, her thighs shuddering with each solid thrust. Her hands went to this chest, kittenish nails raking across his nipples—I could swear on my soul I felt the same groaning pleasure as Jack when she did it. Too soon for my liking, Jack’s back arched, his muscles tensed, and he came with a drawn out curse before collapsing on top of our omega.
Our combined scents clogged my senses.
Goddess, they were perfect and so very much mine.
