30. Barrett

Chapter 30

Barrett

-Free Fallin- Tom Petty-

As much as I yearn to fight for my place among everyone, the safety of the babies must come first. If being sent away ensures their well-being, then I’ll accept it, though it weighs heavily on my heart. The weight of this decision presses down on me, a constant reminder of the sacrifices I must make for their sake.

Sitting beside Conrad, I listen intently to the discussions about the challenges that lie ahead. My mind races with thoughts of what’s to come, but I push them aside as Grace gently places Deacon in my arms. As I gaze down at his peaceful face, a surge of love floods through me. His tiny features relax as he drifts into a contented slumber, his soft breaths barely audible in the room. The innocence in his expression captivates me, each subtle movement a testament to his vulnerability.

My heart swells with gratitude and pride as I realize the immense trust my mates have placed in me by entrusting all three children to my care. At this moment, I understand my role is just as essential as any other. The realization brings a sense of purpose and responsibility that I embrace wholeheartedly.

“Barrett?” Grace’s voice pulls me from my reverie, and I realize it must be the second or third time she’s called my name. “Sorry, I was lost in our son’s gaze. What did you say, Gracie?” I offer her a warm smile, my affection for her clear in my eyes.

Gracie gently plucks our son from my arms, her touch light and warm. She hands him off to Ruby with a tender smile, the kind that sends a flutter through my chest. With a playful glint in her eyes, she takes my hand and leads me backwards down the hallway, the soft light casting shadows that dance around us. The anticipation builds with each step, the atmosphere thick with unspoken desires and the comforting scent of lavender from her favorite candles.

As we step into her massive bedroom, the flickering candlelight reveals Lorcan sitting shirtless on the bed, his chiseled form illuminated in a way that takes my breath away. I swallow hard, my pulse quickening. “Um, Gracie?”

“Shhh, my love,” she murmurs, her voice a soothing balm. “It’s the last night I have with you two before you leave in the morning. The Alphas are close by, their wolves outside keeping us safe.” She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, igniting a spark that spreads warmth through my veins. She tugs me gently towards Lorcan and then settles herself on his lap, her movements graceful and confident.

“Lass, are you being extra naughty tonight?” Lorcan’s thick brogue rumbles through the room, his words wrapping around me like a warm, tantalizing embrace. The sound hardens my cock instantly, a visceral reaction to his voice and presence.

“Of course, baby,” Gracie purrs, her tone filled with wicked delight. “I enjoy pairing my mates up with me. Two sets of hands, two tongues, two evenly matched cocks for me to play with.” She tilts her head back, her lips grazing the corner of Lorcan’s mouth, drawing a deep, appreciative groan from him.

My breath catches, the room spinning in a haze of desire and excitement. The scent of cookies mingles with the musk of our arousal, creating an intoxicating blend that heightens every sensation. As Gracie’s hands roam over Lorcan’s chest, I step closer, my heart pounding in sync with the palpable electric connection between us.

“Jus’ a warnin’, lad,” Lorcan says with a smile that’s both warm and firm. “I dun’nae play on your side of tha fence. I prefer my woman an’ nothin’ more.” He chuckles softly, a sound that vibrates with sincerity and a touch of amusement. “Our mate suggested I lay out my boundaries before anything accidentally happens.” He leans in, pressing a tender kiss to Grace’s cheek before spinning her to face him, his hands lingering on her waist.

The clarity in Lorcan’s words settles any lingering uncertainty, and I nod, the mutual understanding solidifying our bond. The night ahead promises a blend of passion and unity, a celebration of the unique connection we share.

“Thank you for being honest with me, Lorcan. I appreciate it,” I say, my voice gentle as I pull Gracie back towards me, feeling the warmth of her body against mine. “Why don’t you strip and lie down? Let Gracie ride you, and I’ll take Gracie from behind?” I propose the suggestion carefully, aiming to provide Lorcan with a clear anchor, ensuring he feels comfortable and secure.

“Good idea, Barrett,” he replies, the tension visibly easing from his shoulders. Without hesitation, he strips off his clothes and moves to the center of the bed. Gracie follows suit, her movements fluid and confident, as she sheds her clothing and joins him.

That was much easier than I expected. I watch as Gracie mounts him, her body undulating with a sensual grace. She takes him deep, a low moan escaping her lips as she throws her head back, lost in the moment. Her pleasure is palpable, filling the room with her intoxicating scent.

Seizing the moment while she’s distracted, I reach into the drawer and retrieve the lube. The cool sensation of the bottle in my hand sends a shiver of anticipation through me. I strip off my clothes, the fabric rustling softly against my skin, and move towards them.

I move carefully behind Gracie, my breath hitching slightly with the anticipation of what’s to come. “I’m moving behind Gracie. You may feel me hit or touch your leg with my leg or hand and that’s it,” I murmur, my voice soft but clear. Communication is crucial, especially for Lorcan, whose vision is limited. I need to ensure he’s aware of my presence and actions.

Lorcan nods, a low grunt escaping his lips as he thrusts up into Gracie. The sight of them moving together sends a warm flush through me, and I can’t help but smile.

I take the lube, squeezing a small amount into my palm, the cool gel quickly warming to my touch. As I reach out, I feel the slickness spread over my fingers, readying for what comes next. Gently, I angle Gracie towards Lorcan, my hand steady as I guide her.

My thumb finds her rosette, the tight muscle tensing slightly under my touch. I rub in slow, deliberate circles, feeling her relax bit by bit. Gracie’s keening cry fills the room as her orgasm overtakes her, her body trembling with the force of it. Lorcan, sensing her climax, thrusts up one last time, burying himself deep within her.

I watch, entranced by the rhythmic pulsing of his cock inside her, and the way her body responds, milking him with each contraction. The intimacy of their connection is almost overwhelming. My cock twitches, watching every movement.

With Gracie still lost in the throes of her orgasm, I press my thumb gently against her back door, feeling the muscle give way. The heat of her body envelops me, and I push in slowly, savoring the sensation.

As she slowly descends, I can see Lorcan move again. I shift into position, my breath catching in anticipation. With a swift, practiced motion, I coat my length, the sensation sending a shiver down my spine. Then I press into her, feeling the warmth and resistance of her body.

“Stay still, Gracie. Lor, slow shallow thrusts would help,” I instruct, my voice rough with desire.

“Got ya,” he replies, his words punctuated by Gracie’s light giggle, a sweet, breathy sound that only heightens the moment.

Every inch feels like heaven as her body engulfs mine. The sensation is overwhelming, her tightness making it feel like my cock is being gripped in a vise, each millimeter a blend of pleasure and exquisite pressure. I finally sink to the hilt, and my heart stutters in my chest, pounding with a mix of exhilaration and sheer, unrestrained lust.

The room is filled with the soft sounds of our bodies moving together, the low hum of our shared breath, and the electric connection between us. Gracie’s skin is hot and slick under my touch, every part of her responding to us, and it’s almost too much, a symphony of sensation that threatens to sweep me away.

Using the bond, Lor and I wordlessly set a rhythm that has Grace writhing between us. The heat of our connection pulses through me, a silent, powerful language only we understand. I marvel at how Lor is still hard, a testament to his stamina and our relentless desire. I can barely keep up with Gracie, usually surrendering after a single round. Omegas like me are built to be taken, not to give.

The coppery scent of blood fills the air, sharp and metallic, as Grace sinks her teeth into Lorcan. The primal act sends a shiver down my spine, and I feel Lor’s climax like a ripple through our bond. His cock pulses on the other side of the thin membrane that separates us, an intimate reminder of our shared space.

I grit my teeth, trying to focus, to maintain the rhythm despite the overwhelming sensations. Each pulse, each tremor of Lorcan’s body, reverberates through me, threatening to pull me under. The raw, visceral connection between us blurs the lines of where I end and he begins.

I lose focus and cry out as my orgasm sweeps through me, an intense wave that leaves me trembling. The urge to curl forward and wrap around Grace is overwhelming, but I hesitate, unsure if Lorcan would be comfortable with such intimacy.

Carefully, I pull out and head to grab several washcloths, the cool air hitting my skin as I move. “Lor, stretch your right hand out. I have a washcloth for you.” My voice is steady, but there’s an underlying tenderness in it, a softness I reserve for these quiet moments.

He smiles, a relaxed, easy grin, and extends his hand. “Thanks, man.” I place the hot towel in his hand, feeling the warmth and steam rising between us. I turn to Grace, my heart swelling with affection.

“Here you go, Gracie,” I say softly, handing her a warm cloth. The heat of the towel contrasts with the lingering coolness on our skin, creating a soothing sensation that anchors us in this shared intimacy.

“Just drop it on the floor when you’re done. I’ll get it later,” I offer, cleaning myself up. The familiar routine brings a sense of calm, grounding me in the moment. I pass around a few towels to dry off, the soft fabric absorbing the remnants of our shared closeness.

When everyone is done, I gather up the towels and washcloths, their damp weight a reminder of the day’s end. As I return to the bedroom, I see Grace nestled in the middle of the bed, her body curled protectively around Lorcan, making him the little spoon.

“That can’t be comfortable,” I whisper. “Grace, roll this way. Let Lorcan hold you, then you can hold me.”

They shuffle and adjust, moving with the gentle rustling of sheets. As they settle into the new positions, Grace turns to me, her face lighting up with a contented smile. “This is definitely better,” she murmurs, then extends her arms toward me. “Bedtime, Barrett.”

Carefully, I crawl into bed, the mattress dipping slightly under my weight. I roll onto my side as Grace pulls me back towards her, her embrace warm and secure. She presses a gentle kiss to my cheek, her breath soft and soothing against my skin, and wraps me tightly in her arms.

“Good night, guys. I love you,” Grace whispers, her voice tender and filled with love, before she lets out a sleepy yawn.

“Love you too, Gracie,” I respond softly, feeling the warmth of her body seep into mine. Lorcan’s sleepy voice echoes my sentiment, telling Grace he loves her as well. My eyelids grow heavy, the warmth and comfort enveloping me, pulling me steadily towards sleep. As I drift off, surrounded by the love of my family, I feel a deep sense of peace.

A gentle knock stirs me from my slumber. Grace’s arm drapes limply over my ribs, so I lift it gently and slip out of bed. Glancing back, I see Lorcan and Grace snuggled tightly together. The moment I left the bed, Grace must have turned and curled into Lorcan.

I open the door to find Griffin standing there. “Everything is ready to go when you two are,” he says softly. Griff pulls me into a hug, and I squeeze him back, feeling the warmth and familiarity of his embrace. It’s been ages since we’ve been apart for more than a day. Rising onto my tiptoes, I kiss him softly on the lips. He’s my alpha, and I love him deeply. Saying goodbye to him isn’t unbearable, but knowing I have to say goodbye to Ethan is going to be much harder.

Shaking my head, I force a smile, pulling away to return to the room and wake the others. The goodbye I dread most is Conrad’s. I love him more than my next breath. Grace is my mate, and I love her too, but with Conrad, it’s different. If I could spend the rest of my life with him, I’d be the happiest man alive.

Grace’s tears are already flowing as Lorcan and I try to soothe her. Her sobs are gut-wrenching, and the pain in her eyes slices through me. It isn’t until Ethan walks into the room that she unleashes a wail so full of anguish it feels like a blade driven through my chest. Her misery over our departure sends a physical pain through the bond we share. My heart aches as if being squeezed in a vice.

Today is the worst day ever.