Page 23 of Hangman's Knot
Of course she blushes. She's just a cutie pie like that.
Julius still has control of her hips. He leans her forward so her clit can press against his pelvis, and then he begins rocking her back and forth against Tenor's body.
It's not fucking, not really. It's grinding, but the sounds coming out of her mouth are filthy. Guttural little moans and gasps. They all gather at the base of his spine and, like he's a teenager again, he feels his release building embarrassingly quickly.
His perfect baby is apparently having the same reaction, because she's about to collapse onto his chest, her arms all shaky with her pleasure.
Tenor guides her down so her face is looking up at him, her head pillowed over his nipple. Her pale skin looks so pretty against the golden tan of his. Still, they do not break eye contact.
He can feel her tightening around him as Julius keeps a steady pace on her hips, rocking her back and forth over his cock, doing all the work for them. Maybe he'd owe the bastard one for this.
"Kiss me," Tenor begs.Where did that come from?
Her eyes widen. He wants to clarify,only if you want to,but then she's clambering up his body. They haven't kissed her before now. It's felt too intimate, too romantic. This isn't about romance, it's about keeping her alive. But at some point, it's become more. It's become about romance, or fate, or something so holy he doesn't have words for it.
He could tell himself it was just about hormones. He's an alpha and she's an omega, it's only natural. Or it could just be that she's the only good fucking thing to happen in this place, maybe in his whole damn life. But he knows it's more than that. He feels it in his soul.
Her lips are pressing against his, and they're so soft he can't help the orgasm that spills out of his balls into the warmth of her. With a choked sound in the back of his throat, to his utter humiliation, he cums inside of her.
He feels her gasp against him, and then he knows she must be perfect, an angel made just for them, because the feeling of his cum inside her triggers her own orgasm, and her pussy is spasming around him too.
The feel of her fluttering over the sensitive head of his cock nearly sucks the soul out of him. Weren't all demons originallyangels? Was she just here to suck his soul out and devour it? Whatever, she could have his soul. He wasn't using it anyways.
Her lips are still pressed against his when they come to. The movements of her lips are clumsy, but it's still the best kiss he's ever had.
He hears a purr rumbling in his chest, one echoed in Julius' where he is still crouching behind her.
"You gonna take care of Julius, baby?" He murmurs against her lips.
She finally breaks apart from him to look behind her at his pack brother, and she suddenly looks so shy. They haven't fucked her together yet, always focussing on her one-on-one. When Luke gets back, he can only imagine the things they can teach her, the ways they can bring her sweet little body pleasure with their cocks and hands and mouths.
Despite her shyness, she bites her lip and nods.
"Perfect girl," Julius rumbles. He turns her so her back is against the bed, Tenor rolling on his side and scooting over so he's nearly falling off the edge to make room for her.
He's never known Julius to favour missionary, but apparently Eden has made her way under his skin too, and now the sour fucker wants to fuck her all soft and romantic and shit.
Julius positions himself in the cradle of her hips, and she brings her legs up to wind around his waist. In a few short thrusts, he's inside of her. The wet sounds made by his pack brother's cock as he gently fucks her while she's already full of his own cum is enough to get Tenor hard again.
"You have a kiss for me too?" He hears Julius murmur, and if he wasn't such a hardened bastard, Tenor thinks he'd have tears in his eyes at the picture they make. Two pretty blonds fucking in the soft glow of first light. The sun and the moon, reflecting eachother. God could rest now, because this was damn good.
She nods and strains her neck up to him. Julius pulls his down to meet her, and they stay like that, lips pressed against each other, moving slowly and reverently, as Julius keeps up the pace of his hips. The beauty of the scene is broken by a harsh voice at the door of the cell.
"What the fuck is this?"
Tenor jumps up, reacting instinctively to defend his mate before relief washes over him.
Luke is standing in the doorway, staring at them with a blank face as stifling outrage pours from him into the bond.
Tenor quickly does the math in his head for how long he'd been gone. What was that, a week? For four bodies? The prison was going soft. But at the look in his pack brother's eyes, Tenor knows it's not the time to joke.
Julius gently pulls out of Eden and swiftly covers her with the blankets before helping her sit up. Her eyes are huge and scared, like she's about to be reprimanded. A far cry from the soft omega who they had just been making love to. Wait,making love?Where the fuck did that come from? He'd have to unpack that nauseatingly tender little tidbit later.
"Hey dude, it's not what it looks like," Tenor says, holding out his hands placatingly.
"It looks like you guys are fucking the omega," Luke snarls. "I didn't save her so you assholes could just fucking use her for yourselves like some sort of prison wife."
"Luke," Tenor says, his voice even. "You know us. You know that's not how we are."
