Page 25 of Nothing is Free

“Fuck, Cariña, you smell divine, baby.” Vic leans in and licks the inside of her thigh, he hums in satisfaction, making her squirm. “You taste delicious too,” he mumbles as he licks and kisses his way up the inside of her thighs. Free’s head falls back, her arms braced behind giving me a full view of her glistening, soaked pussy.

“No panties, Mon Chéri,” I say lifting my brow knowingly. My cock stirs, the scent of her arousal hits the back of my throat and I’m ready to drop to my knees in worship.

“What’s the point when Omari rips them off me every chance he gets. They don’t fare well in your presence either.”She pants, then moans as Vic latches on to her clit and begins to feast.

“Vic! God, your mouth!” she shouts, making him laugh. It only makes the cocky bastard work harder. She’s so wet, the sound of his slurping makes my dick harder. I move around my desk, removing my cufflinks and tossing them in one of my drawers, I roll up my sleeves and watch my Beta drown my brother in her sweet juices.

With her head tilted back, I lean over her and claim her mouth, swallowing her whimpers and moans. Deepening the kiss, I suck on her tongue the way she likes before breaking the kiss when I feel her body beginning to shake.

“Call out your Alpha’s name when you cum, Mon Chéri. Let me hear you scream,” I croon into her ear as she detonates, cumming so hard her body convulses, making her arms give out.

“Victor! Fuck! Oh, God!” Freeya shouts as I hold my arms out, catching her before her back hits my desk, keeping her steady as Vic continues to eat her pussy through her orgasm. When he pulls away, she practically scrambles back, pushing his head away.

“Oh Cariña, we’ve only just begun,” he teases, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. I smirk and pull her over my desk, pulling her into my lap as I sit in my chair. I situate her legs over my thighs and pull her shirt over her head leaving her naked for us. I let my hands roam over her body, cupping her full breasts, pinching her oversensitive nipples, making her cry out in pleasure.

“More, Avion. I need more,” she whispers as she leans her head back against my shoulder. When I cradle her bump in my hands, Vic growls possessively, his eyes taking in every inch of her.

“You’re beautiful, Cariña. Isn’t our girl beautiful, Avi, with a belly full of us?” he says, voice husky and low with need. I push my chair back to make room for him between my desk and us.

I lower my head and nip at my mate mark at the back of her neck, whispering, “I want to keep you like this, Mon Chéri, full of my cum, belly swollen with my seed. I want to rut you and keep you pregnant. Tell your Alpha you want that.”

“Yes,” she says breathlessly as Vic unzips his pants, pulling his cock out in front of her.

“Open that pretty mouth of yours, Free, and suck my cock,” he says, leaning his hips against the desk in a partial sitting position. Freeya stands, then leans in and wraps her lips around his cock, swallowing him down until her head is resting in his lap.

“Fuck, Beautiful, yes.” Vic tilts his head back as Freeya’s head bobs up and down, licking and sucking his shaft. I watch her destroying him with her mouth, my cock throbs, the need to be inside her, to claim her is too overwhelming. Standing I unzip my pants and take my hard cock into my hands.

“I’m going to fuck this pussy now, Mon Chéri. You’re going to be a good girl for your Alpha and take our cum in both holes.” I slap her ass and she squeals around Vic’s dick, making him moan louder.

“Fuck, Avi. I’m not going to last long, she’s killing me,” Vic says, his voice strained.

Spreading her wider, I line up my cock and slide into her dripping wet cunt in one swift thrust. I don’t waste any time, fucking her hard and fast, rutting into her. I can’t see her from the front, but I picture her huge bump and full breasts swaying with each thrust and it makes me damn near feral. Freeya screams around Vic and he cums, holding her face tenderly with his hand he cums down her throat. When hereleases her, I pull her hips back, bending my body over hers and lose myself.

“I fucking love this pussy, Mon Chéri. I fucking love you.” I thrust hard, reaching underneath her to rub her clit in tight circles.

“I’m cumming, Avion, I’m cumming!” she shouts, her pussy squeezing my cock so hard, I fall right along with her.

“That was amazing,” she finally says breathlessly. Vic is laid out over my desk, pants down, cock out, his chest heaving as he smiles back at us.

“Give me—ten minutes—and I’ll be ready to go again,” he says, making us both laugh at his antics. Stepping back I pull up my pants, tucking my dick away, leaving my belt unbuckled. I am far from done.

“Come on, my Beautiful Beta, let’s go run you a bath. I want to take care of you before I fuck that mouth of yours.” I scoop her in my arms and move around my desk, leaving a half-dressed Vic behind.

“You better hurry up, Vic. The clock is ticking brother,” I say playfully, not bothering to turn around as I hear him scrambling to catch up behind us.

Freeya, laughs. The sound is so sweet and carefree, my heart swells in my chest. We did that. A little light in her darkness. Time heals all wounds, eventually all that’s left are the scars. Well, I have no problem covering her scars with my love and tender kisses, helping her forget them, even if it’s just for a little while.

CHAPTER 16

DEZ

“Present for me, Omega, show my ass to me,” I command.

“Dez, please,” he whimpers on his knees before me. As hard as I try to keep my face neutral, I can’t help my smirk.

“Begging, Mari.” I reach out and grab a fist full of his curls, tangling my fingers in his soft locks. I yank his head back, forcing him to look at me. My dick weeps, jutting out, hard and thick, glistening from the saliva he left behind. Fuck, I want him more than my next breath, but I need to punish him more. The past few months I’ve done nothing but search for Damyn. The obsessive need to protect the man before me, and our mate, superseded everything else. I’ve barely slept at the penthouse, keeping my team busy with our hunt in order to exact retribution. I will find him. He owes me his life for almost taking mine from me. My eyes find the now healed scar on the left side of his chest and I have to close them to remain in the moment. If the bullet had entered just a fraction closer to the left it would have pierced his heart, instead he suffered a collapsed lung. A change intrajectory and he would have been gone. Taken away from me, from all of us, and it would have been my fault. I’m still not over it and I refuse to talk about it, despite Baby Girl encouraging me to take one of her sessions with the therapist she sees via video chat twice a week.

I step in closer, my body flush with his and say, “On your knees, Baby.” I lean down until I am inches from his face, his breathing is ragged, lips red and swollen from fucking his mouth and shoving my cock down his throat. He looks well used, pupils blow wide with lust, his sweet, sugary scent like caramel and honey combined is thick and heady in the air. He waits patiently for me, eager and ready for me to continue to use him. “I won’t ask you again.”

---