Chapter 21: Lennox

Chapter Twenty-One

Lennox

T here’s a point during waves of heat where the omega becomes a blubbering puddle, incapable of anything outside of begging and demanding. I never knew that before. I guess it was too embarrassing for our sixty-year-old alpha-and-omega-dynamics teacher to share with the class, but that doesn’t make it any less true.

I’m not sure how many hours have passed when I gain some awareness of my surroundings, but it makes me incredibly grateful to recognize I’m in a safe place.

I push up, using my hands as leverage on Thorne’s chest. A wiggle of my hips makes it clear he’s swollen inside me. I’m pretty sure I was just that puddle of blubbering, begging omega all over him while I was supposed to be riding him.

“I really feel like this is a bad idea,” Rush says, flexing his fingers that are definitely lined up next to Thorne’s cock inside my core.

He tugs them free, and I sob.

My head shakes and everything gets hazy again.

“No, I needed that,” I hear myself hiss.

“The angry kitten is back,” Thorne says, smirking.

“Oh, hey, you’re forming sentences again.” Rush chuckles. “For a while, it was one-word demands.”

“I need more,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him.

“We were working on that.” Thorne pinches my nipple hard. The pain sizzles for half a second before euphoria slams through my nerve endings in its wake. “Better get on with it.”

I twist to face Thorne, and my jaw falls when I notice the scratch marks lining his chest and neck.

Thorne follows my line of sight and laughs. “Yeah, I’m kinda debating changing your nickname to hellcat.”

Rush snorts. “Lean forward for me if you really want to try this.” His hand soothes down my spine.

I swallow thickly and lower my top half toward Thorne. “I’m so sorry. It looks like I attacked you, but I can’t remember any of it.”

“Just really hot sex,” he murmurs, leaning up to kiss me. It’s a solid distraction as his hands lift me higher on his length. He raises a few fingers, and it feels like he waves to Rush to tell him to get on with it. He nips at my lips and says, “Totally worth a few battle wounds.”

My cheeks heat, but I can’t focus on that for long when I feel Rush dip two fingers inside me again. He crooks them like he’s scooping out my slick.

It’s actually a combination of all three of our cum, and that makes my instincts insanely giddy.

Thorne works a hand between us to tease my clit as Rush pulls his fingers free.

I’m so lost to the kiss with Thorne that I barely feel Rush’s crown against my already full opening.

He barely thrusts.

I wail into Thorne’s mouth.

Thorne pinches my clit and moves to teasing it just how I like. My body overloads with euphoria that doesn’t end.

I can hear Rush asking if I’m okay as I collapse onto Thorne’s chest, but outside of nodding, I’m too spent to do or say anything. Eventually, Rush starts to move, and the pleasure increases with each shallow thrust until I clench my hands closed to ensure I don’t claw at Thorne.

My eyes are open, and still, everything is hazy and muted. Their scents wrap around me in a blanket of pheromones that makes my entire body tingle.

“Bite, please,” I sob, realizing how hoarse my throat feels.

It’s intense.

I should probably hydrate after this.

“Are you sure?” Thorne asks. “We’ve denied you for more than an hour now, but that’s about the extent of my restraint.”

I toss my wrist up to his mouth, but Thorne lowers it to the mattress.

“I’m not sure this is even real.” Rush grunts as his grip on my hip grows punishing. “Not that I’m complaining. This is the best fucking dream I’ve ever had. You’re a fucking dream. My goddamn dream girl…”

“Okay. He’s clearly done for.” Thorne laughs. “If you want my bite, give me your lower lip.”

Rush licks over my shoulder, growling, “I’m not picky. This would work for me.”

Thorne stretches up, and even though it feels practically impossible to move, I push myself up enough to shove my mouth to his.

Thorne loves to use my hair to guide me places. I’m unsurprised when he wraps his hand at the base of my skull, like he’s afraid I’ll escape if he doesn’t hold me in place. He leads the kiss, and it goes on for so long that I forget he’s supposed to be biting me.

An orgasm like I’ve never experienced shocks through my system.

My core clamps down on both their cocks, and a half second later, Thorne bites into my lower lip. His pleasure slams into the bond, mingling with mine. The explosion of sensations takes my breath away, and I lose all situational awareness as they both flood me with their cum.

My last scraps of intelligent thought are wanting to demand Rush bite me, but the fog swallows me whole.

I blink awake, smiling at Bear as his handsome face takes up my entire view. He brings a huge hand to my cheek, tenderly brushing the hair away from my eyes.

I snuggle into his touch while he brings a finger to his lips to indicate I should stay quiet. It makes me realize Thorne and Rush were with me when I got lost to the fog. A weight leans on my middle, and I glance over my shoulder to find Rush wrapped around my back.

Bear slides an arm under my side, and I sit up, wrapping my arms around his neck. He lifts me, and Rush’s soft cock falls from my core.

I swallow and try to decide if I need to explain the wave of heat thing, but Bear shakes his head as his hand snakes under my butt.

He carries me to the bottom of the nest and turns to the side, nodding to Rush and Thorne.

They’re both knocked out cold.

Thorne has an arm thrown over his eyes, and I get a little thrill when I spot that sexy tattoo of my name right above his cock.

I lick my lips, wondering if I could taste the remnants of the three of us together if I sucked him off.

He does look tired, though. He could stay asleep. I wouldn’t mind. He really does look like he needs some rest.

My gaze migrates to Rush, and although he’s on his side, he’s also clearly beat.

Bear must have climbed up between them to steal me.

“Looks like you wore them out.” He chuckles good-naturedly as I snuggle close to his T-shirt. “All right, let’s check your temperature, get some fluids into you, and maybe a few bites of food if you’re feeling up to it.” He sends comfort and reassurance through the bond, and my heart thumps wildly in response.

“Thanks, Bear.”

“Always, little one.”

Goodness.

Does he want me to melt into a starry-eyed pile of omega goo? Because I’m already halfway there.

Bear makes me sit on a towel in the pack bedroom. My face burns when it finally dawns on me why right in the middle of him taking my temperature.

The device beeps a second later, and he hums, pulling it free of my lips.

“It’s 103.9. That’s not terrible. It must have been a wave.” He cracks a bottle of water and brings it to my lips. “You need some fluids.” He gives me several long swallows as the fingers of his free hand brush over my cheek. “That’s my good girl. How are you feeling?”

My teeth dig into my lower lip as I really think through the question. I don’t think Bear wants half-truths.

“Thorne and I bonded.” I pull my lower lip down to show him the bite. “But I thought Rush was going to too. Only he didn’t, and I don’t know why.”

Bear chuckles, going down on one knee. “He will.” He says it with such conviction that I ache to believe him, but my instincts aren’t so sure.

A strange wobble hits my stomach, and I push my lips together as the irrational urge to burst into tears comes out of nowhere.

Bear moves to palm the back of my head. “You’re okay. Trust me when I say he’s going to sink his teeth into you soon.” He shoves some feeling at me in the bond that I can’t quite decipher, but it does help to shore up my crumbling edges. “Now, important question. While you’re clear, would you rather grab something to eat or take a shower first? If we can fit in both before the next wave hits, then we will, but which sounds more appealing?”

My head tilts.

Neither of those sounds all that great. My feet hang off the side of the bed, but I wrap them around Bear’s back as he kneels in front of me.

“How about we cuddle?”

He leans closer, tilting his head. “How about you pick an option, unless you’d like me to choose for you?”

A shiver runs down my spine.

It’s tempting to test out what he would do if I sassed back something bratty, but the idea of his nude body sliding against mine is too appealing to pass up.

“Shower,” I blurt out just as his bushy eyebrow rises.

His face breaks out in an indulgent grin. “Good choice.”