24. Ellis

24

Ellis

I wake up draped across my omega, using her belly as a pillow. Best pillow ever. Every night, in the middle of the night, Meggie sneaks into bed with one of us. She always looks chagrined in the morning, when she says she couldn't sleep, as if needing her alphas is a weakness she doesn't want to admit.

If these beds weren't so small, I'd follow her from bed to bed each night, sleeping with her and whoever she's chosen for the night just so I can stay close to her. I have no problem admitting that I can't sleep well without her.

I can't function well either.

These nighttime snuggles are the only physical contact I've gotten with her in days, and it's driving me insane. I miss her. The feel of her. The scent of her. The taste of her. I moan softly, morning wood aching even worse than normal. I'm so hard up.

Dante and I had sex in the shower yesterday, and while Meggie was out with Emily the day before, McQuinn gave Dante a blow job while I took his ass, and Nils jerked off to the show. Harrison said we needed to be celibate, but we all figured it didn't really matter if we were with each other as long as Meggie wasn't around to get turned on by it.

It would have been more fun if she had been. I miss my omega. And it hurts me to know that my girl hasn't gotten the touch or the pleasure she deserves.

She shifts in her sleep, kicking off the blanket. A soft noise slips past her lips, a familiar sound. I groan as I get the subtlest hit of her scent. She hasn't taken her blockers since last night and it's clear she's turned on. I smile, realizing she's dreaming. I hope it's about me.

Adjusting her position again, she squirms just a little, like she's trying to find a bit of friction that isn't there. I'll take care of that.

She's only wearing a shirt of Dante's and a little pair of cotton panties. Careful not to wake her, I ease her underwear down her legs. Then reposition myself, so I'm resting between her spread thighs. Her scent is a little stronger here, though still weak from the blockers, and for a moment I just bury my nose against her and take a deep breath, savoring it. I've missed this so much.

Mouth watering, I'm dying for a taste of her. I don't care if he kills me for this—I'll die anyway if I don't taste her soon. I need her. Now. I need to make her feel good, make those dreams come true.

I slide the tip of my tongue along the soft flesh to the side of her perfect pussy, right along the crease of her thigh. She moans softly, but it's clear she's still asleep. I do the same thing on the other side, a slow swipe just to the left of where I want to be. Teasing myself as well as her. A gush of slick is her response, and I wish I knew what dream was playing out in that pretty head of hers.

Unable to resist anymore, I lick her center and lap up the sweetness I crave. Fuck, she tastes good. Even better than I remember. It's only been a week, but it feels like it's been an eternity since I've had her on my tongue. I'll never get enough of this.

She moans a little louder and her hands tangle in my hair. She's awake now, but just partially. I leave her perfect pussy and kiss a path up her body. "Shhh, sunshine."

"We're not supposed to," she mumbles, with her eyes still closed.

"Can't help it." I kiss her neck. "Need you." Her cheek. "Can't go another minute." Her soft, luscious lips. "So, keep quiet. Let me play."

She smirks at my request and kisses me back, soft lips parting for me. I reach between us and guide my cock to her center, dragging the head across her clit once, twice. She gives me a sleepy sigh. I love her like this. So pliant and responsive. I love her always.

I should tell her that.

But right now, I'm too busy enjoying her sleepy little sighs and the feel of her stretching around my cock, opening for her alpha as I enter her. When I sink all the way down to my knot, she closes her eyes and smiles happily, too tired to keep up the kiss. She moans and opens her mouth like she wants to say something, but I cover her lips with my palm. "Quiet, sunshine. I don't want to share you right now."

A nod of her head, and I take away my hand. She looks at me through her lashes, and we smile at each other like two giddy teens, sneaking around in the dark, exploring for the first time, enjoying this secret moment just for us.

My whole body responds as we move quietly in the dim morning light. Languid thrusts drive us both towards a building pleasure, and when I squeeze the first orgasm from her, it's beautiful. She's beautiful. So stunning, falling apart beneath me.

But I'm not content to just give her one, not after denying ourselves for days. While her core is still clamping around me, I push my knot past her entrance, covering her mouth with mine to trap any sound she might make at the tight stretch. I grind into her, small movements that keep me right where she wants me. When she comes again, I can't hold myself back. I fill her, shaking as the sudden climax over takes me.

Worn out, we both sigh, cuddle closer, and fall back to sleep still knotted together. Just as we should be.