31. MACON

MACON

She’s in my arms, kissing me back, carrying our babies. She’s here. With us. Telling us that she wants this relationship we’re trying to figure out.

I carry her to the nest, laying her down gently regardless of what she said. Ellie isn’t fragile but this isn’t territory that I’m used to. Pregnancy is a new world for Savin and me, although he seems to be holding it together better than I am. The mild anxiety swirling in my chest grows as Ellie struggles to sit up, her attention falling on Savin who’s propped up at the opposite side of the nest.

His sleepy grin tells me what I already know. “I’m shot but that doesn’t mean I can’t watch.”

Ellie frowns, unsure of whether or not to continue. This will be a learning experience but I love the way she crawls over to him and then sits back on her knees. “How about a kiss?”

“That I can do, angel.”

I’ve never heard him use a pet name. He rarely even calls me Alpha, although the occasional ‘Mac’ has slipped out when he’s being a little too playful. Savin tangles his hands in her hair as she props hers against his chest, the both of them content to taste each other until she pulls away. “You’re really okay to watch?”

“Yes. I can see that you need him, the same way you need me. And no, it’s not just a mate thing. Now let me watch Macon take you apart, angel.”

Ellie is about to fight him on whatever point he just made but I’m staring at the cute little ass pointed at me. I have no self-control, dragging her back toward me and hastily peeling her wet leggings down her legs. She’s completely bare from the waist down, a growl of appreciation tearing from my throat as I slap her ass, the skin showing a beautiful pink handprint in response.

“Alpha,” she chokes out, pushing her ass farther up and pressing her cheek into the pillows. Goddess, this woman is presenting to me. I have so many ideas when it comes to toys but we’re all too pent up to play. Tomorrow, maybe. Or the day after. Fuck, we’ve got forever ahead of us.

I strip out of my boxers and reposition myself behind her, Ellie pushing back against me, demanding my cock. Savin slides a hand into her wet curls, yanking her head to the side so he can kiss her again, distracting her as I pump between her thighs. Precum coats my length and her skin until going on any longer will have me spilling into the nest instead of inside of her.

I thrust inside of her, sinking inch by inch into her sweet heat, Ellie’s cries swallowed by Savin’s fervent kisses. When I finally bottom out, I drag my hands up and down her torso, trying to regain my self-control. My knot flutters against her ass and I still, waiting for Ellie’s approval.

“More,” she moans. “Fuck me, Knot me. Make me yours.”

Those are dangerous words and in any other context, she’d be asking for my bite. Maybe one day she will and I’d be fucking honored. Until then, I can do everything else as she’s asked. I pace myself at first but that soon gives way to need as I pound into her, loving the little whines of pleasure that I draw from her lips. Savin still has her hair wrapped around his fist, his lips moving to her jaw. The angle can’t be comfortable, Ellie’s fingers digging into his waist but she’s mewling for more.

So more is what she’ll get.

With every stroke, I watch where my cock disappears into her pussy, the hole like a fucking vice grip as it tries to milk me of my release. I grit my teeth as I concentrate, trying not to lose myself to their scents. Ellie mumbles ‘more’ again and I speed up, roaring through the pleasure as my knot slips inside and starts to swell.

She wiggles from the pleasure, squealing as her pussy clamps down on my cock. Savin has straightened up, watching the same scene I am as her pussy swallows me whole. And that’s when I feel her body start to shake as she moans through an orgasm that seems to tear through her soul. “Alpha!” Ellie screams, still holding onto Savin before her head falls into his lap.

My release follows as I fill her up, still thrusting against her ass as the sensations take over us. My mind wanders to a few months from now when Ellie is just as needy, her belly swollen and full as we fill her with our cum, whispering dirty things in her ear until she passes out from exhaustion. I can’t fucking wait.

When Ellie’s whines turn into groans, I pull her to me and roll us onto our sides so that my knot isn’t pulling. It never stays inflated this long—not with Betas anyway—but my cock and knot are still throbbing, threatening another round when I haven’t even finished the first one.

I lean down to pepper kisses along her cheek, Ellie letting out little hums of relief as she relaxes against my chest. Savin crawls up to her, cocooning Ellie between us. I grit my teeth as she squeezes my cock again and I wrap my arms around her chest to keep her from squirming. “Don’t do that, baby girl. If you make me come again, we’ll be stuck like this for a little longer and I’m not entirely sure you want to sleep like this.”

Instead of answering me, she squeezes her thighs together and I nibble on her ear as I explode inside of her. She buries her head in Savin’s chest as I fill her up again, my knot thickening and swelling all over again.

Savin giggles at my loss of control despite how much I fucking love being inside of her. “Angel, you realize that although you’re a Beta, his knot isn’t going to go down that fast because we’re mates?”

We both look at the Omega, shocked. That’s news to me and while it makes sense, this isn’t a step we’ve talked about. However, I can feel Ellie’s excitement, her scent sweet and syrupy as it fills the room. It smells more like apple pie than cider now. “Our Alpha feels good,” she purrs. I wrap a hand gently around the front of her neck, pulling her back to my chest so that I can see the expression on her face.

Her half-lidded eyes and bruised lips meet me. “You want me to sleep inside of you, baby girl? Wake up to me filling you up again with my cum?” Ellie moans in response but that’s not enough. I need her words. Even as love drunk on our scents as she is, without her words, this isn’t a step I’ll take. “Ellie.”

“Yes. Sleep. Wake me up with a fuck.”

I chuckle as I give her one last kiss. “Such crass words from such pretty lips.”

Ellie snuggles between us, still on my knot, the muscle still not shrinking. I meet Savin’s gaze as he swipes her hair from her face, cute snores permeating the room seconds later. “She’s perfect for us, Macon. Is it bad to think we weren’t whole before her? Does that make me a bad Omega?”

“No, not unless that makes me a bad Alpha. I knew she was the one when she didn’t shy away from you in that hotel room. When she looked at you with adoration and sympathy. And the fact that she’s carrying your children? Savin, baby, I’m over the fucking moon.” I run a few fingers down his cheek, catching a stray tear.

“You mean that, Alpha?”

My heart stutters at his name for me, a name he rarely uses, a term used for endearment, respect, and submission. Coming from Savin, it means everything. “Goddess, Savin, you deserve the world.” I check in on him, feeling through the bond. I don’t do it often, Savin’s face is an open book of emotion. However, there are a few times he tries to hide from me to keep me from worrying. Like now. “You’re hurting.”

“It’s not that bad, right now. Alpha, just for tonight, let us hold Ellie. Tomorrow, I’ll deal with it. We can even call Bailey. Tonight, I want to hold the mother of my children.”

I can’t deny him that so I table the discussion. I just hope the pain stays away long enough for him to enjoy these moments.