16. Rome

16

ROME

“Let’s never leave this bed.”

That was James. I would recognize his sultry, ready-to-play voice anywhere.

“We have to…at some point.”

I felt the mattress shift and Ivy was rudely yanked out of my arms. I made a low noise of displeasure but they were far too busy to hear me.

“Why?”

“To eat. Shower. Work our jobs so we don’t get evicted and actually still be allowed to use our beds.”

“Mm, those things are all overrated.”

A light kissing sound followed by a stifled moan.

“Shh, you’ll wake him.”

“He’s almost there anyway.”

More kissing. Ivy’s scent was making my morning wood grow into a morning tree.

“How can you tell?”

“Because of the bond,” I said out loud.

Ivy shrieked. I found it cute that she scared so easily. I opened my eyes to Ivy squirming in James’ arms while he did his best work along her exposed neck.

“That was rude of you to take her,” I chided him. “I was sleeping so well holding her.”

“You’re right. I’m very, very sorry,” James said, not sounding sorry at all. “I’ll make it up to you.”

James had always been good at an innuendo-laced invitation. A skill that was not lost on Ivy either as her perfume sweetened noticeably.

“Will you do that…right now?” she asked breathlessly.

I caught James’ eye over her shoulder. Our girl liked the idea of us together. Triumph and lust surged through our bond, fueling the growing need in my bloodstream. It all went south, directly to my throbbing cock.

James kissed Ivy right behind her ear. “Will you help me, sweetheart? He’s aching right now. I can teach you how to make him feel better.”

I was too afraid to even breathe. Everything hinged on Ivy’s next words.

She bit down on her lower lip and I swallowed a groan.

“Ok.” She nodded. “Show me what he likes.”

I almost came right there and then and ruined everything before it even began.

James threw back the duvet, happy to take the lead and shuffling the three of us around. I ended up in the middle of the bed, naked except for my tented boxers. Ivy’s delicate fingers traced the large tattoo on my upper thigh while I jerked beneath her touch.

“This is pretty,” she said, running her fingertip along the rose petals.

“It’s…for my family pack,” I explained with some difficulty. “A rose for my mom and four thorns for my dads. Leaves for…all the rest of us, I guess.”

She followed the line of a spiked branch up, drifting closer and closer to my crotch.

I really, really did not want to think about anyone related to me right now.

James removed my last item of clothing. My cock sprang back against my stomach with a hefty smack.

“Is that all for us?” he asked mildly.

“You know it is,” I shot back.

The hunger in their eyes made it so much worse. My muscles were coiled tight, the strain of holding myself back from taking what I wanted verging on pain.

Let them have their way. For now.

“He’s really sensitive here,” James murmured, taking me in his hand. He licked the spot beneath my crown and my hips kicked. James could put on a poker face all he wanted but his satisfaction was satiny sweet in our bond.

“See? You try.”

Ivy leaned over and took her first taste of me. A quick swirl tracing along the ridge of my cockhead.

Fuck me.

There were two tongues now. Licking. Exploring. James was encouraging Ivy the entire time and making suggestions . I felt them kiss around the head of my cock before lapping up the precum that dribbled uncontrollably from my tip.

“God fucking dammit, just end me,” I snarled.

“Babe,” James said, feigning surprise. “We’ve only just started.”

I was going to fucking murder him.

James instructed Ivy to take my thick, swollen shaft in her fist.

“Spit on it.”

Saliva slid slowly down my length.

“Bit more.”

Fuck fuck fuck. The wet glide of her hand squeezing me was heaven.

“Now suck on the tip. Like this.”

James bobbed a few times over my cock before offering it to Ivy. Her pace was slower as she tried to figure out the rhythm of her mouth with her stroking fist.

“I know he’s big but you can take a bit more.”

I grasped the headboard as she filled her throat with my cock. Her hand wrapped around my knot, massaging the growing swell with a little twisting motion.

“You’re a natural, gorgeous,” James praised her. “Keep going. It’s good that there’s two of us because?—”

All I could see was the top of James’ head as he ducked down. Ivy took me even deeper into her mouth with a happy little moan just as James sucked lightly on my sac.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I gritted out. “I don’t know where you want my cum but figure it out quick.”

Ivy didn’t pull back. Instead she let my aching head hit the back of her throat, tracing my shaft with her tongue and squeezing my knot in her palm. At the same time, James pressed a saliva-coated finger against my ass.

Holy fuck.

I came hard. Hot, surging contractions took over as I released ribbons of cum onto Ivy’s tongue. I couldn’t stop myself from thrusting up into her mouth and she took everything I gave her like she was made for me.

There were white spots dancing in my vision, a dizzying kaleidoscope every time I blinked. James’ stern voice broke through the fog as I lay there catching my breath.

“Don’t swallow yet. I want to see how well you did.”

I sat up just in time to see him kiss her passionately, sharing my release between them. My cock, against all odds, twitched against my thigh.

“Did I do alright?” Ivy asked shyly.

“Did you—” The words could barely scrape their way out of my throat.

I needed to reward her. Spoil her. I could smell her sweet, needy pussy from here, dripping with slick from sucking my cock.

“James,” I growled, my urgency and demand lashing at him in the bond. He was amused, but had the self-preservation to know my alpha needed to take charge.

“You did perfect, sweetheart.” James kissed her one more time. “Now let us take care of you.”

“Wha? Oof ? — ”

Ivy fell backwards onto the pillows. James tore his shirt off her and exposed her bouncing tits. Perfectly rounded, with tight nipples and the cutest smattering of freckles across her chest.

God, I needed the rest of our lives to do all the filthy, depraved things I had in mind for her.

I got rid of her panties, almost see through because they were so fucking wet, and pushed her thighs open.

“Wider, baby,” I demanded. “You need to fit both of us between here.”

Ivy’s mouth dropped open. “What do you mean?”

James wriggled down, our shoulders bumping before we both dove in for our feast.

“Oh my god .” Ivy’s scream cut off into a shaky moan.

James went for her clit, laving that hot little button with his tongue. I was greedy and wanted to drink down all that slick straight from her pussy. I threw her leg over my shoulder and pressed my face deep into her pretty cunt. The longer we worked on her, the more her legs fell open, her hips lifting and chasing our touch.

Ivy’s telltale little twitches began and I licked her pulsing entrance until I was rewarded with her release down my chin. Seeing her pussy contracting around nothing inflamed my alpha instincts. I wanted to shove my cock deep and feel her milk my knot.

Instead, I yanked James to me by the back of his neck and kissed him. We were all tongues and teeth, letting Ivy’s addictive spiced taste fill our mouths.

“Another one?” I prompted.

“Yep.”

We fucked her with our fingers this time too. Two each deep inside her, our tongues running over her clit. Kissing her addictive pussy, each other, having the goddamn time of our lives. It was almost a disappointment when she came, bucking against our mouths.

Ivy had the heel of her palms pressed against her eyes, possibly muttering some kind of prayer. She jolted when we both slid up and sandwiched her between us.

“Pretty gorgeous girl, coming so hard for us,” I purred. I kissed her neck and James did the same. Ivy looked like she was barely able to compute what language I was speaking. “You have your date with Logan tonight. I’m going to be respectful and not knot you because of that. Maybe in the future we can send you off to each other dripping with cum. But it’s still early days so I won’t be doing that.”

“Rome,” she whimpered, even as she curled her fingers in our hair. “S-stop saying those things.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Because you don’t want it or because you do?”

Ivy clamped her mouth shut but couldn’t stop a small whine escaping.

“You’re so fucking cute.” I kissed her nose and up along her cheek. “Soon. I promise. Right now, let’s see how many times James can make you come while I fuck him.”

Her pupils grew so wide the blue of her iris was only a thin ring.

I caressed her throat, the hold just dominant enough that I could feel her omega melt under my touch. “Do you like the sound of that, baby? Watching us?” I murmured.

“Yes, I…” Ivy took a deep but shaky breath. “I w-wondered what it would look like…even before my heat.”

She wanted us all the way back then. I was equally exhilarated and frustrated. All that time wasted. We could’ve started courting her earlier, spent every night just like this, fucking until we were completely worn out and?—

“Ow,” I grumbled as James gave my nose a flick. He chuckled, rolling over and grabbing the lube from the bedside table.

James seemed to think I wanted to take him from behind while he got to be face-first between Ivy’s legs. Definitely something I wanted to do in the future but not today.

“No,” I growled.

James cast a surprised glance over his shoulder. “No?”

I flipped him over with a rough push and he landed hard on his back.

“Sit on his face, Ivy,” I said, holding my hand out and guiding her to her new throne. “Other way. Facing me.”

James wasted no time tugging her down to his mouth. Her hands flew backwards to the headboard to balance herself.

“That’s it,” I whispered. My thumb flicked open the lube and I began to work it into his tight hole. His abdomen clenched but he was a good boy and didn’t stop whatever was making Ivy shudder above him.

Another squirt, slicked all over my length and rubbed over my cock head.

She let out a small, almost feral noise and I realized it was because she was glued to the sight of me teasing my tip against his entrance.

My girl wanted a show.

I couldn’t disappoint her, could I?

“Does he look like a good cockslut for me?” I asked her.

Ivy panted faster, squirming over James’ tongue and lips.

“Do you think he deserves my cock?”

“Yes!” she gasped. I wasn’t sure how much of that was her agreeing with me and how much was because of whatever James was doing between her legs.

I could feel my alpha rising as I pressed my cock into his slickened hole. James twitched, his groans muffled by Ivy’s pussy as I pushed past his ring of muscle.

“Doing so well, love,” I said, running a soothing hand along his thigh. I hooked his leg over the crook of my elbow so I could slide even deeper.

James’ poor neglected cock jerked as I took him into my fist, smearing the leaking precum all over him. I slammed into him all the way up to my knot, mimicking my thrusts with a reckless stroke of my hand. His harsh cries only drove me to fuck him harder.

“What do you think, baby?” I asked Ivy wickedly, my fist pumping James’ cock. “Should I let him come like this? Or should I see if I can get him to finish all over himself just from taking my dick?”

Sweet, never-cursed-in-her-life Ivy, surprised me by picking neither.

“Let me have it,” she said, her eyes burning.

God, she was perfect.

Ivy mistook my silence for hesitance.

“Please, alpha,” she begged.

The urge to sink my teeth into her neck and claim her right there and then was immense.

“Take it,” I snarled instead. “He’s yours.”

We both are.

Ivy bent down and his entire length disappeared between her pretty lips. James came hard down her throat, the intense spike of his pleasure a lightning storm in our bond. Our perfect omega, swallowing down a load from each of us. I couldn’t hold back the tide and a moment later I burst, squeezing my knot tightly in my fist as I flooded him with cum.

“Don’t move,” I ordered both of them, stroking their sweat-damp hair as they lay collapsed on the bed.

I returned with warm towels for them both, and left again to fetch water for everyone. I wiped Ivy’s slick-soaked thighs and James’ spent cock between kisses.

“How are you feeling?” I asked Ivy. I couldn’t stop caressing her bare, flushed skin.

“I don’t even know how many orgasms I had,” she wheezed.

That sounded like the right amount. “Good,” I said, satisfied.

“But there’s a part of me that still wants a knot. Is that crazy?” Ivy shook her head in disbelief. “I’ve never been this horny in my life.”

James brought her knuckles up to his lips. “I think it’s the scents,” he suggested. “Scent compatible alphas making you crave them.”

“Not just alphas,” Ivy corrected him fiercely.

Even more reason she was ours. She was forming and shaping our pack right before our eyes and she didn’t even know it. I curled up against her, each thump of my heart ringing my truth in my ears.

Mine.