Chapter 28

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Noble

I 'm not at one-hundred-percent, but I'm in much better shape than I was last night. It's still not smart to push my luck, so I'm in full sloth mode.

I've napped on and off throughout the day, to the point I'm probably going to have trouble sleeping. Normally, I'd hit the gym, but in my current condition, I couldn't even join Gunner to take Haze for a walk.

If nothing else, this experience has been humbling.

I have to rely on Bless to box up my computer setup and get it over here in one piece.

Not to mention, I seem to be the only one who finds it suspicious as fuck that her family wants to see her the day after Dusty met his demise.

For a woman who has preached up one side and down the other that she doesn't believe in coincidences when it comes to Brooklyn…she's sure as fuck stubborn about spotting them in her own life.

"You're thinking hard about something," Brooklyn says, appearing at my side.

My eyes fly open as I give her a playful smile. "Just thinking about how much I was missing you. Did Libby give you a hard time about going to sleep?"

She huffs and climbs onto the bed.

"Not really. She's just overwhelmed with the changes." She tosses her thigh over my hips and settles on her knees.

I pull a hand up, tucking her long hair behind her ear. "I'd say you are, too, if the bond is anything to go by."

One of her hands rests on my bare chest as she brings the other up to cradle my cheek. "Did you kill Dustin?"

I blink, tilting my head.

There's that goddamn humble pie I've been choking on since last night. If I had been patient, I could have watched and gained information.

"I didn't," I admit. I'm not sure if Maverick would want her to know he was the one who did it, so I don't name names. "But if they didn't take him out, he was going to kill me."

"I get that, and I'm so grateful you're okay." Her soft fingers brush over the abrasion on my cheek. "Are you feeling any better?"

"I'm good, Mama." I flash her a wicked grin. "You could ride me just like this, and I'd be fucking incredible."

Her long-as-fuck hair bounces as she grins, shaking her head. "I don't want to risk that brain of yours. You're important to me, Noble."

I don't get to respond because she bends low, giving me a tender kiss.

My hands tighten on her ass.

She pours the emotions that she's too afraid to say into the meeting of our mouths.

A low growl rattles out of my chest as I swipe my tongue over my bondmark. It sends a pulse of arousal through the bond that hits me right in the dick. My crown bumps around her ass as she pulls back to breathe.

"I'm pretty sure I'd be fine," I say, trying my luck.

She giggles, sliding down my side until she lies on the bed with her head on my arm. I like that she moved toward the middle of the mattress because it puts me between her and whatever danger could breach the door.

"Maybe tomorrow, if you really feel up to it," she says around a yawn. Her hand rubs around my bare chest, and I get my shit together.

She's exhausted.

We've got the rest of our lives to explore each other's bodies.

I finally will myself to purr, but my cock is still rock hard and petulant.

Too bad.

I only get one first chance to prove that I can be exactly what she needs.

I wake up from the most incredible dream to find my shorts around my knees and my cock in Brooklyn's mouth. All altruistic thoughts from a few hours ago seem to have evaporated.

Her forearms rest on my thighs, scalding my skin with how warm she is. Her hair is up in a messy bun that she seems to have tied using the length to somehow keep it all up.

"Fuck," I grunt, trying to hold back from thrusting now that I know she's awake.

"I ache," she gasps around my cock. "I need your cum. I figured if you could come all over me in the shower, then this wasn't any more strenuous than that."

"Definitely not," I agree as she jerks my tip against her lips.

"It might be foggy omega logic, but no one else is around." She flicks her tongue over the slit on the head of my dick. "And I got desperate. Mmm, you taste delicious."

"Thanks." I chuckle, running my fingers over her cheek. "How about you lie down and let me devour your cunt?"

"Nuh-uh," she groans around my shaft. "Come in my mouth."

"How about I come in your sweet pussy instead?" I negotiate, giving her hair a solid tug. "Are you gonna let me shove every inch of my cock inside you? It'll be quite the stretch if you ever wanna take my knot."

Her mouth pops off my length, and her tits heave, making me realize she's nude. My shorts must have blocked the feeling of how hot she is, but I thought it was because she was still in her dress.

She crawls up me, and a grin spreads across my face, which incidentally hurts like a bitch. My busted lip feels like it'll never heal at this rate, but it would still be worth it.

Her heavy tits bounce as her pussy lines up against the bottom of my cock.

"I'm fucking obsessed with the belly," I growl, tugging her hair until she meets my eyes. "I don't know if that's weird, but…" I shrug, and my hand moves until I can caress the curve of her stomach.

"It won't be sexy in a couple of months when it looks like I swallowed a basketball, and my boobs start to randomly leak before the baby is even here."

My cock jumps. "Sounds hot to me."

Brooklyn gasps, gyrating her hips as she grinds over my length without it ever being inside her.

Slick drips from her cunt, fully coating my cock. The pressure doesn't hurt, either. Adding her pheromones that flood the air seems to send my head straight into the fog.

My instincts scream to pin her down and rut into her.

"You won't be able to soak up my cum if you don't get my cock inside you," I tease.

Brooklyn's head tilts, a look of challenge crossing her gorgeous face. She rises on her knees, grabbing my cock and sinking down.

It's simultaneously heaven and hell. Mostly because I'm already turned the fuck on by whatever magic she worked with her mouth before I was even awake.

Her shoulders tremble, and I move a hand to her hip.

"I haven't had the best luck with this position lately," she mutters.

"I'm more than happy to take over," I assure her.

"I'm not giving up yet." Her teeth dig into her lower lip.

It's dark, but the window sheds just the right amount of light to fall across her face.

My heart thumps erratically as I remember I get to keep her for all time.

She continues to rise and fall on her knees as she attempts to take more of my cock. It's a battle with how snug she is, but I'm going to attribute at least some of that to biology, considering the state she's in.

It's like her pussy is desperately searching for my knot to lock it in place, but she's still got some work to do to get there.

The feeling of her core convulsing around my shaft makes it difficult not to embarrass myself as her nails rake over my chest.

She moves a hand to tease her clit as her stomach rolls with her movement. "It's too much. I feel useless."

"It feels pretty fucking amazing to me, but I've got you, Mama. Lean your top half a little toward me," I instruct as I pull my knees up and plant my feet on the bed. Her forearms land on my pecs as she stretches to try to reach my mouth.

It doesn't feel great to lean up to kiss her since the gash on the back of my skull pulls, but I ignore it.

The way she gasps into my mouth as I really start to fuck into her doesn't help my paper-thin composure.

The bond sings with her pleasure, spurring me on.

I ache to know what it'll feel like when she comes on my cock. Being able to feel how turned on she was with Maverick and me in the shower was what sent me over the edge.

She moans, and her fingers dig into my shoulders as the baby belly bounces against my abs.

I'd really love to see her ass in the air while I hit it from behind. Her tongue dances in the air with mine, disappearing as she grinds back to meet my length.

Slick drips all over my knot and down my pelvis. It makes me ravenous as I use my core to sit up enough that I can suck on my bondmark.

My balls get tight as I fuck up into her.

When her pussy locks down, I don't have a hope of holding back. My hands dig into her ass cheeks as I pull her down and buck up into her at the same time. Her lower lips dance over my knot, but I'm not ready to be stuck in place.

I growl as she sobs. My cock kicks, filling her with hot jets of my cum. Her pussy continues to wring my length after I finally come back to reality.

I fuck her through her climax, but she's plastered herself to my front. I'm not sure that's safe for the baby.

Damn.

I can't wait to find out the gender. I'd be down for another girl. Libby melts my damn heart every time she smiles at me, but I wouldn't mind a boy, either. I'm probably better equipped to raise a boy.

It takes everything in me to peck a final kiss on Brooklyn's lips and lift her off my still-swollen cock.

"Hey," she pouts.

"Turn on your side and show me that fantastic ass," I growl. "I'm not nearly done with you yet."

She scrambles to comply while I roll on my side and shimmy up behind her. I hold my head up on one hand as my cock bounces around her lower lips.

Brooklyn lifts her leg, giving me easier access, and I slide home without worrying about being gentle. Feeling my cum and her slick leak out does my head in.

My free hand moves to cradle the baby belly as I practice grinding into her from behind. It's much lazier and more intimate this way, but my cock still hits bottom well before my knot.

Oh well, vaginas are forgiving.

I move my hand up her stomach, over her sternum, and give her throat a tender squeeze. Her inner walls clench as she moans, and it gives me comfort that she likes a little choking as much as I do. I'm sure it helps her impulses feel safe and confined, despite the large room.

"I can't wait until we settle into our place," I growl, nipping at her shoulder. "Then, I'll really be able to make you scream for me. We'll have to soundproof the nest."

Her hips wiggle, thrusting herself back at the same time I shove my cock deeper.

My knot slams inside her, and all the air evaporates in the room.

Okay, maybe not literally, but it takes my goddamn breath away.

I'm so unprepared for the way her pussy massages my knot that my hips basically stutter. It's hard to tell which way is up, let alone if I'm supposed to move or freeze and soak up the euphoria.

Brooklyn doesn't have the same trouble deciding a course of action. She grinds over my length, making my vision go hazy.

I release her throat and brush my fingers over her cheek, like a total lovestruck goofball. "Holy shit, Mama. You fucked me all the way up."

She chuckles, her happiness flooding the bond. "I like knowing I can rock your world." She gyrates her hips just right. It's a slow, subtle drag of my knot just inside her opening, and it feels fucking fantastic.

It's probably what distracts me from realizing Gunner is in the room with us. His sweaty smell floods the air as he crawls onto the bed, tugging off his T-shirt as he goes.

"Can I join you?" he asks.

"Get fucked," I growl.

Brooklyn laughs. "Yes, of course."

He lies down in front of her, and they share a slow, passionate kiss that makes me wish I could reach her mouth from that direction. He slides a hand down, teasing her clit.

Brooklyn immediately begins to shiver as he licks and kisses his way down her front.

I practice rutting into her to keep myself busy, but it's weird as fuck when he starts to lick her clit.

Brooklyn gets so loud that I slap a hand over her face to muffle her sounds.

"Goddamn," I grunt close to her ear. "You keep strangling my cock, and I'm done for."

She licks my palm and gasps as her core wrings my cock.

I don't have a hope in hell of holding back. I fill her up for a second time, rambling long and loud about breeding her.

Being an alpha is weird as shit sometimes.