44. Finn

Being bonded isn'twhat I expected.

I definitely didn't intend on how much fucking sharing there would be.

"This is my bed," I groan as my twin brother plops down, hugging Elena's front.

"We shared a womb. We can share a bed."

I clutch Elena tighter to my chest. All the men she's bonded to are important to me, and I care about them. That doesn't mean I have to like sharing her.

"Do you want me to go, mo stór?"

"Let him stay, please, Finn?" she asks, grinding her perfect little ass against my hardening cock. "Gods, when you two are this close to me, I feel like I could come from your scents alone. It's like scent match overload," she sighs. "I know you want to fuck me in the ass, Finn."

"Couldn't we simply do that without my genetic inferior here?"

Her hand digs into my thigh. "It feels so good, so tight with two of you inside of me."

I groan, my nose resting against the back of her head as I inhale her scent. She's undoubtedly turned on, I want to give Elena everything she asks of me. Maybe it's guilt from how I treated her before, but there's also just this deep-rooted need to provide for her and make her happy now that we're bonded.

I thought I would hate it, that I'd constantly feel worried and fearful. But being bonded to someone is the best thing to happen to someone like me. I know how she's doing all the time. There's no anxiety when she's away from me. I mean, there is, of course, a slew of intrusive thoughts of scenarios that could happen, but I'm trying not to be an overbearing asshole.

"This is my bed. The only one who gets to knot you here is me," I tell her, and she nods in agreement.

Elena moans, shimmying up her dress and taking her panties off. "Use my slick for lube," she instructs.

My face is pressed against the back of her head as I take my cock out from my briefs and slide it into her pussy.

"You"re so wet for your scent matches, aren't you, baby?"

She nods her head against my face as my brother covers her mouth with his own. This was supposed to be a lazy morning with my Omega to myself, but I suppose this isn't so bad.

I rub her clit and slide my fingers around her entrance, coating them with her wetness and using it to lube up her tight little ass.

"How many times are you going to come for us? You want to be a good little Omega for your bonded, don't you?" I run my nose against the side of her face, making her shiver.

I fist my cock, pushing slowly into her, making her moan. My scent is thick and tangling with my brother's. She's panting and licking her lips as I slide deep inside of her.

"Good girl."

She shivers as I grab her leg, hoisting it up, and I feel the pressure around my cock increase as my brother slides into her pussy.

As soon as we're both inside of her, her cunt gushes. Slick drips onto my thighs, sheets, and balls, making me thrust into her harder.

"Oh god," she moans.

"This ass is perfect, baby."

She's gripping me tight. It almost feels like I'm fucking knotting her, and I know I'm not going to last long. My hand that's underneath her cups her throat, holding her head against mine as Cillian kisses and fucks her.

The messy sounds of her slick sticking to flesh and the combined sounds of pleasure are the only things to be heard in the room.

"Come on, give me one more, let me feel that sweet cunt drip one more time," Cillian coaxes.

Our scents are so strong; they're nearly choking the writhing Omega between us as she falls apart.

Everything is so fucking tight I can barely handle it. My grip on her leg is bruising as I fuck into her ass, reaching my orgasm. My hand tightens on her throat as I spill inside of her.

She's panting, shaking, and moaning as Cillian fills her pussy.

The room smells like us, and maybe it's because Cillian and I have the same scent, but I don't mind it.

I kiss the back of Elena's head as I slide out of her. The bed is a goddamn mess, but I don't care.

"You can leave now," I say to Cillian, and he just laughs, not getting up.

I hold Elena close to my chest, not letting her get up to clean herself, and thankfully, she doesn't have a fit about it. But then there's a rough knock at my door.

"Might want to put your dicks away. Your má and dá are here," Declan warns.

"Fuck," Cillian and I hiss at the same time.

"Great, she already hates me. I can't go out there with her twin sons' cum dripping out of me."

I groan into her hair, liking the sound of that.

"You can clean up, but don't wash our scent off of you," I tell her.

I can't see her face, but it's almost like I know she's rolling her eyes.

"Neanderthals," she grumbles as she sits up. She looks at her dress and grimaces. She grabs it by the hem and tosses it into my laundry bin.

I never thought I'd like someone's laundry mixing with mine, but here we fucking are.

It's a bit of a whore's bath as we all use the spray shower to rinse off the critical parts of our body and quickly get dressed. Cillian borrows some of my clothes, and Elena has another dress stashed in the room.

I can feel her nervousness down the bond, and I fist her hair, forcing her to look at me as soon as she's dressed.

"You're mine. I won't let her disrespect you."

She sighs, and her cheeks heat. "I know. I just wish she liked me."

"She doesn't like anyone."

"Still."

I hold her hand as we make our way to the dining room. My mother and father are sitting there waiting for us. My mother's eyes automatically go to where I'm holding my Omega's hand.

Her lips purse, but she says nothing as we come to sit across from them. An unhappy Lorcán and Declan also come to sit at the table, it feels way too reminiscent of the last time we were all together.

"The west is yours," my father says unexpectedly. Part of me wants to say it always was, but I keep my mouth shut. "Your mother and I are retiring. The Sullivans will take over everything in Ireland, the Conners will do so in the East, and you will have the West. I won't interfere with any of your choices, it's officially yours now."

There's silence for a moment, and my mother swallows before speaking.

"I know I haven't been the best mother. I know I'm a hard woman and an unfair one." She looks over at Lorcán before facing us. "You're bonded?" she asks.

"Yes," I answer for everyone.

"Congratulations," she says softly. "I want to apologize for how I treated you before, Elena. I'm working on myself and hope that we can become… friends."

It's almost like the word is foreign to her.

"If you decide to have children one day, I'd like to be a mhaimeo, and I know I can't do that if I'm not kind to you. I'm far from perfect, but I've always wanted the best for my sons, and I can now see that you're what's best for them."

Elena looks confused and glances over at me, and I nod my head. They're moving to Ireland, for fuck's sakes. We'll likely only see them once a year, we can handle that.

"Thank you, I appreciate that."

"I'm proud of all of you," my father declares, and a sense of pride fills me. "I had our lawyer look into your father's will," Seamus says, sliding over some documentation to Elena. "I'm not sure what the fuck—" he clears his throat, stopping himself from saying his name. "You are the sole heir to the Amante fortune. It's up to you as to what you want to do with it."

She holds the papers, and my gaze leans over reading where Matteo lists her as his beneficiary, and his only living heir.

Anthony was right, he wasn't Matteo's. There's a slew of family history that she'll never get answers to, and I wonder how she's going to deal with that.

"Thank you," she whispers, and my father nods his head.

"You're my daughter now, we're family."

Hearing my father say that fills me with a sense of pride. The Amante family line is dead, Elena is an O'Brien through and through, and she deserves respect from both of my parents.

"If you're keen, we'd like to take you all out to dinner tonight before we head back home," my father asks.

"That would be lovely, thank you," Elena answers.

My mother keeps her lips tight but nods as Lorcán and Cillian escort them out of the house.

"Are you okay?" I whisper over to her, and she nods her head.

"It's a lot to process. So many secrets," she sighs, looking down at the paperwork. I know she hates talking about her brother. She still talks about her pápa in a loving way, but there's still some hurt there.

"That's a lot of slot machine money," I tease, trying my best to lighten the sadness I feel through the bond.

She smiles. "Why would I spend mine when I can spend yours?"

I kiss her, and she puts the paperwork back down on the table as Lorcán and Cillian come back into the room.

"What in the fuck was that?" Lorcán asks, looking around like he was just brought back from the Twilight Zone.

"Thinking Dá finally told her to get her shit together, or he would actually divorce her. She'd have nothing," Cillian answers.

"I can deal with that. I've dealt with enough mob wives to know the drill." Elena gasps and clutches her chest. "Oh my fucking God, am I a mob wife?"

"Even better, a mob Omega," I correct, and she smacks my chest.

Life is good, better than I ever expected.