Page 105 of Retribution
“As long as you’re my little nightmare forever,” he growls, his hand pulling my hair back to kiss me. It’s filthy, full of tongue and the tang of my own blood on his lips.
It’s also perfect.
“I’m going to fill you up with my cum,” he grunts. “You’ll be overflowing with it, beautiful. “
“What will that make me?” I ask, waiting for him to say something filthy.
“Ours,” he says, taking my breath away as his hips rock with his knot trapped in my pussy.
It’s not sliding out the way Lucas’ did, it’s stuck. It feels really good though, especially with Lucas focused on my very sensitive clit.
“Then don’t stop until I’m yours,” I whisper, feeling as if I’m confessing something important.
Alesso
Meet me at the stairs of the loft,Oliver says in my mind. He’s so damn bossy.
They’ve been up there for about twelve hours. I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re tired. I’ve been napping with Leila, hanging out with her, and also ordering things for the house that’ll be needed. Grant left me a list of things he didn’t get to in her color palate, which I appreciate. Overall, I’ve just been taking it easy because I knew that at one point, I’d be tapping in to help ease Isolde through her heat.
Oliver comes down the stairs with wet hair and joggers, smiling sleepily as he sees me.
“Lucas and I are going to get some shut eye while you’re up there with Isolde. She’s sleeping with Grant now,” he explains, taking Leila from me.
It’s almost midnight. Thebambinadoesn’t even twitch as Oliver snuggles her against his chest.
“Here are the cliff notes,” he says softly, moving closer to me.
Oliver, I am realizing, is a gossip and enjoys secrets. He just hasn’t had anyone to share them with before.
“Isolde is very lucid this heat. She’s experimenting more, and she’s also very bossy,” he chuckles. “She insisted that I sit on Lucas’ cock while she sucked my cock.”
“Oh,” I say, pride filling me for our girl. I’m not even jealous that I haven’t had sex with either of them yet. We have all the time in the world. “That sounds fun.”
“No fear at all. Her pain tolerance is unreal though, Alesso. You’re going to need to check in with her, because she won’t always tell you if she’s in pain,” he sighs.
Lucas opens the blackout curtains that separate the rest of the house from the loft, and steps out on to the first step. He’s wearing someone else’s pants since I watched him walk across the backyard buckass naked from the window, and he definitely looks exhausted. Our girl wore him out.
“Okay,” I nod.
“When you join Isolde, you’re going to see that she has two bites on her body. One is from Grant and the other Lucas. Both were, ah, mostly consensual,” he mutters.
“Mostly?” I grunt. “What the hell, Oli?”
His lips twitch as I borrow Isolde’s nickname for him. What can I say? It’s catchy.
“What the hell what?” Lucas asks, joining us.
“Nothing. Something Oliver said.”
“I was warning him of Grant’s bite,” Oliver explains.
“That surprised me, but Isolde was very happy with it. Grant is sporting his own bite from her that happened just before she fell asleep,” Lucas says. “Let her lead, but also do what feels right, Alesso. She’s lucid, relaxed, and having a really good heat.”
“Good,” I say, walking up the first step before I turn back. “Oh, Leila should sleep for awhile. She had a bottle not too long ago, so I suggest you grab some shut eye now.”
“Thank fuck,” Lucas yawns. “You’re a rock star. She looks so happy and calm.”
“Leila is an easy baby,” I shrug, jogging up the stairs to my omega. I consider thebambinain Oliver’s arms to be my daughter too, so pulling my weight is a given.
