Page 90 of When She Needs Them Most
She’s nude from the hours we’ve spent in the nest, worshipping her sexy little ass. Her tits bounce as she squeals, heading down the main stairs.
Kase’s head swivels, and he meets my eyes before nodding back the way I came.
Well, I don’t hate that plan.
I bound down the back stairs as quietly as possible and take the hallway toward the front door, instead of going toward the kitchen and laundry room. Keeping my back to the wall, I listen for clues on where she is. I come around the wall that separates the hallway from the entryway.
Chelsea spots me and squeaks, spinning around and bolting toward the kitchen. I take off after her with my cock thickening as I jog. I’m pretty sure she’s not even trying to escape, because I catch her hips with no problem. All that bare skin falls back against my nude chest.
I hook my arms in the indents above her hips and palm her heavy tits. “You are a fucking dream.” Pinching her nipples, I cup her breasts as she wiggles her ass against my cock. She’s got her long hair up in a bun, making it easy to suck on my bondmark. The pulse that vibrates through the link causes my knot to ache and my shaft to jolt. She’s cooler than she has been, but I’m guessing that’s because we’re between waves. When she’s in the middle of one, her skin heats to the point it’s almost painful.
“Oh, right,” Chelsea mumbles, tossing an elbow back and connecting with my side. It’s a weak attempt at escape, but she struggles, trying to throw herself forward.
“I don’t think you really want to get away.” I chuckle, grinding against her as my hand flattens on her sternum. “I think your goal is to be caught, so we can take turns mounting you. You enjoy being fucked like the dirty little cock tease you are. Don’t you, sweetheart?”
Chelsea moans, nodding.
Fuck me.
I’d love to bend her over the kitchen counter, wrap my hand in her hair, and rut into her until the fog slips in, but I catch sight of Arden leaning in the doorway that leads to the other connection to the back stairs.
I bite Chelsea’s throat without breaking the skin and step back. “Better run fast. Arden looks like he’s on a mission to make you pay.”
Chelsea freezes before glancing between the back hallway and the one that leads to the front door.
Arden chuckles darkly. “Get moving, love, or I’ll take you right on the kitchen floor.”
She bolts toward the front, and Arden strides by several seconds later like he’s in no rush.
“Make sure you get her to the nest. I’m going to let Sky out for a quick bathroom break, and I’ll be right up to join you,” I say before he can disappear around the corner.
He gives a quick wave of acknowledgement, but again, it’s with his middle finger. One day, I’m going to have to warn him that doesn’t mean what he thinks it means.
By the time I calm Sky down enough that—I hope—she won’t try to chew through the nest door to check on us, it feels like at least half an hour has passed.
The scent of Chelsea’s pussy hits my nose before I even make it to the bedroom door.
Goddamn.
That’s impressive.
I kicked off my shoes by the door to the back porch, but I tug off my shirt, tossing it on the dresser as I pass through ourbedroom. The sounds of sex spill down the hallway, and I pick up my pace. Opening the door to the nest, I let myself inside and note how thick Chelsea’s pheromones are as I make my way to my packmates.
Our sweet little omega opted for a birth control implant, so we’re covered for now, but in a year or two, I’m talking her into giving us another baby.
Not that I expect it to take much effort. Luna is adorable, and we’ve discussed it before—she’s not going to be an only child. Chelsea and I both lived that childhood, and I want Luna to have siblings close enough in age that they can look out for each other.
I make it to the edge of the nest mattress, and my head tilts. Chelsea is riding Kase, but I can’t tell if Arden is in her ass or also in her pussy. Either way, our little omega is greatly enjoying herself. She writhes against Arden’s chest as her nails dig into Kase’s stomach.
My nostrils flare, and I breathe in the scent of her arousal as I enjoy the show. My hand slides down the front of my sweats, gripping my cock and squeezing the fuck out of it.
Arden has his forearm trapped between Chelsea and Kase, and I assume he’s teasing her clit. Her entire body trembles as she curls toward Kase, screaming out her release.
“Fucking hell,” Kase groans.
Arden growls, shaking his head. “Well, there’s no holding out now.”
I chuckle, shoving my sweats down and kicking the rest of the way out of them. It feels like we’re really putting her birth control to the test with this heat, and the thought only succeeds in making precum drip from my tip.
