Page 82 of Dream Mates (Into The Parallel Omegaverse #2)

Chapter Fifty-Five

Jett

B rennan had brought me to some very nice resorts over the years–ones he owned, ones we wanted to check out for research purposes, and ones we just wanted to visit.

But this one made me homesick for the massive family vacations we’d take every few years when I was growing up because my grandmother and aunties wanted to visit a tropical beach.

Today, this part of the beach wasn’t packed, but most of the cabanas dotting the beach were occupied. People also laid on chaise lounges, as kids frolicked in the water and played in the sand.

Wes, Spencer, and Riley played flying disc, the ocean waves lapping at their feet.

Grace had asked me to help her build a sandcastle, but it quickly turned into us burying Brennan in the sand.

Yeah, that was something I never thought I’d say. But here Brennan was, making Grace happy by being up to his neck in sand.

She laughed, as she patted the sand around him. That yellow bikini she had on made me want to tear off her coverup and little beach skirt, and pin her to the chaise lounge in the cabana Spencer had rented for us.

“How do I look?” Brennan asked, unable to move.

“Perfect, Honey.” I kissed his nose.

Grace giggled as she took a photo with her phone. “Perfect.” She stood. “Well, that was fun. I’m going to go read inside the cabana. I’m getting too much sun. Don’t want a sunburn!”

With a wiggle of her ass, she went into the cabana.

“Did she just bury me in the sand and leave me?” Brennan blinked.

“I’ve got you, Honey.” Giving him a kiss, I unburied him. “You were so patient. I’m proud of you.”

He thought for a moment. “I’d always wondered what it would be like. I don’t think I want to do that again.”

“You made her happy.” I helped him up. Sand covered his body.

“I’m going to jump in and wash the sand off. Thank you, Dear.” Brennan gave me a kiss then ran straight into the ocean.

Grace was inside the cabana on a lounge chair reading on the book reader that Spencer got her, sipping a drink. She’d taken off her little beach skirt and cover up, laying on some towels over the double chaise lounge.

She didn’t look sunburned. I’m pretty sure she actually came in here because she was reading something spicy and didn’t want us to smell how turned on she was by it.

As a beta, I couldn’t smell the more nuanced scent changes, so the fact her sweet arousal filled the cabana only confirmed my suspicions. Though her three mates should be feeling this.

Her breath caught in her chest. Eyes closing, she laid back and put her hand to her throat.

“Good girl,” she whispered as her thighs rubbed together.

It made me remember our time in the nest.

“What are you doing, Grace?” I asked.

I straddled her on the chaise lounge, one knee on each side of her, no part of my body touching her. Desire for her, to make her aroused like that, to say that to her, consumed me.

Her eyes opened, and her look said caught.

“Reading.” Her scent flared.

I smirked. “Read it to me.”

It wasn’t a request. I was easygoing by nature, so I was easy to dismiss as neutral, not dominant. But there was a lot more under the surface than I let on.

“Out loud?” Her eyes flickered toward the doorway.

“Do you have another way?” I helped myself to some of the hand cleaner that sat on the little table next to us in between the sunscreen, her phone, and her drink.

Before she could answer, I leaned forward, putting my hands on both sides of her, caging her on the chaise. As I did, I watched her carefully. Since I couldn’t catch more nuanced scents I relied a lot on body language.

Every part of her screamed that she didn’t mind this at all. Not to mention someone would come running at her distress.

“Read to me, Grace.” I met her eyes. Those beautiful blue-grey eyes reminded me of the ocean back in Bayside where I grew up.

She held up her e-reader and started to read aloud.

“ His large hand wrapped around my throat, pushing me to the wall. Emerald eyes glimmered with dominance as he smiled coyly. A scent reminiscent of a thunderstorm encompassed me, going straight to my pussy. His forehead touched mine as my insides burned with desire. He licked his kissable lips as I stilled under his grasp, his gaze. Only two words escaped his lips as his grip tightened around my neck. “Good Girl.” Two words and everything I’d built myself up to be melted into a puddle on my office floor. Two words and I was his. ”

Her legs rubbed together again as her peachy scent enveloped me.

My face got very close, and I nuzzled my cheek against hers like I had this morning in the villa. Which had been amazing until Riley interrupted us.

“Good girl,” I told her.

Her chest shuddered and her eyes blew out with desire.

“Do you like it when I call you that?” I murmured nipping her ear. But I knew the answer.

She nodded.

Yes, little-miss-praise-kink loved to be told that she was a good girl.

“Do you want me to call you that again?” My lips caressed her temple.

“Please?”

“You’re so good, aren’t you.” My lips brushed her jaw. “Has Wes even noticed that you have a massive praise kink? I know Spencer has.”

“I don’t know what that is.” Her thighs rubbed together again.

“It means that you like to be told how good and perfect you are. You’re just so good, aren’t you? Such a good girl.” I nibbled on her neck as her desire flared.

I felt Evan as he entered the cabana, his sweet lemonade joining her peaches.

Biting her lower lip, her eyes darted to the doorway. Yes, she was new to all this.

“Eyes on me, Peaches,” I ordered. “Evan can be jealous when I don’t let him watch, or make him watch and not touch, but he’s not going to object if you want to be with me. Neither are any of the others.”

Like the good girl she was, she looked at me.

“You wouldn’t let Evan watch? Or watch but not touch?” Her breathy voice was a near-pant.

“Sometimes I don’t want to share. Now, is this what you want, Babydoll?” Shifting my weight, I took my hands off the top of the chaise; one closing very gently around her throat, just like it had in the nest during Evan’s heat.

Just like in the passage of that book she just read me.

“Oh yes.” A shudder shot through her body.

I settled my weight on her, still straddling her, one hand around her neck. Again, I looked her over, looking for any sign she wasn’t enjoying herself.

“Look at you, responding to my touch like that. So perfect. My hand looks beautiful around your throat.” Leaning forward, I nibbled on her pulse on her neck.

“So beautiful,” Evan agreed.

My free hand moved her book reader to the table. I got curiosity from Brennan through the bond, and I sent reassurance back. Later, I’d tell him all about it, but I also let him know he was welcome to join us through the bond-code we developed.

“Do you want me to do that to you?” I whispered in her ear. “Shove you against the wall, my hand around your throat, telling you what a good girl you are as I impale you over and over with my cock.”

Yes, I could give her all that… and so much more.

My hand tightened ever so slightly, as I ground myself into her, only her thin yellow polka dot bikini between us. My lips brushed across her neck, my hand tightened just a little more.

Her eyes went half-lidded.

“Fuck, I can feel how wet you are through your bikini.” I slipped my hand underneath the fabric, swiping her. Oh, yes, she was so wet.

She creamed at my attention, a quiet moan escaping her lips.

“What a good girl you are, getting all nice and ready for me.” Slowly, I brought my fingers to my lips, tasting her peachy goodness. “So sweet. Suck.”

I put my finger in her mouth. She sucked on it like it was my dick. Which was rock hard.

I groaned. “Close the curtain, Baby.”

The cabana went dark, with just the small light from the fan illuminating everything. Evan rejoined us, want pouring through the bond.

“Stay right there,” I ordered when he moved to join us. “Peaches and I are having story time. Eyes on me, Babydoll. Don’t look at him. Look at me. And only me.”

My hand tightened around her throat a little more, then relaxed again.

The cabana’s walls were made of cloth, so I couldn’t quite re-enact the scene. But if she wanted me, well, I’d certainly give it to her.

“There’s no nice hard wall, but this will work. If this is what you want? After all, I did make you a promise earlier, and I’m happy to make good on that now.” I ground against her again. I could offer her things, too.

She nodded, eyes still on me.

“You have to use your words.” I squeezed gently again.

“Yes, please,” she breathed.

“Good girl. Safeword?” I asked, wondering if she had one.

“Trampoline.”

“Perfect. If my hand is too tight, tap my shoulder twice. If you want me to stop and can’t get out the word, tap my shoulder three times. Understood?” My eyes stayed locked on hers, making her understand that while I was in charge, she had a say.

“Understood.”

I was already shirtless, so I only had to strip off my swim trunks, which had palm trees on them. My pierced cock sprung free.

“Show Evan what a good girl you are. How beautifully you take me. How much you want my cum.” I repositioned myself then pulled off her yellow bikini bottoms and slid right into that soft wetness with one smooth, forceful motion.

A gasp escaped her lips. I smothered her mouth with mine, sealing in her noises. After all, we were on a crowded beach. I pinned her to the chaise, spearing her with stroke after stroke. I was firm, but not harsh in the slightest.

Her hands traced the dragon tattoo on my back. Looking over, I could see Evan playing with his cock in the dim light… and her watching him.

“Eyes on me,” I ordered, squeezing her throat and releasing it again. “Good girl.” I kissed her. I kept my eyes on her. “Evan, you don’t get to come until I say. Babydoll, I’ll make sure you come, but you have to ask. Understood?” I continued to thrust into her, keeping her pinned to the chaise.

“Understood.” She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling herself to me.

“Such a good girl,” I praised.

One hand slipping under her bikini top, I pinched her nipple hard. She gasped and her body bucked.

“Oh, that’s it, you take me so good. Mmmm.” I nibbled on her neck, on the opposite side of Spencer’s bite.

“I’m getting close,” she whispered.

I picked up my pace, rolling her nipples hard between my fingers and sucking on the chords of her neck. She continued to hold onto me with her legs–and I liked that a lot.

“Please, please let me come,” she begged.

Oh, what a sweet sound that was. I was ready to cum in that sweet pussy.

“Come for me, Peaches.” I bit her nipple through the fabric of her bikini top.

Her pussy spasmed around my cock as an orgasm rushed over her. That pushed me over the edge. I thrust into her deeply as my cum flooded her.

I unwrapped my hand from her neck, still inside her. Also, I was well aware that Evan was struggling to heed my directions. Not out of jealousy, but out of want.

“You take my cum so well. I can’t wait to try that up against a wall.” My fingers stroked her throat in a possessive gesture.

A little aftershock trembled through her body at my words. Even if she was never ready for everything I could offer her, what we’d have could be so good.

“You took him beautifully,” Evan said. “Please, can I come now?” His voice was almost a whine. “Fuck, Peaches, seeing his hand around your throat undoes me.”

Yes, it was time to let Evan have a turn. He was more patient now than he was when we first got together, but he still had his limits.

“Evan, for being so patient, you can come inside her. Peaches, get on your knees. Show me how prettily you take our omega.” I slid out of her and patted her ass.

She got on all fours on the chaise, my cum dripping out of her.

Evan stood over her, and slammed into her, holding her hips tight. “Sorry, Peaches, but this is going to be quick. I’ll make it up to you later.”

“Oh, yes, sir,” she said softly.

One hand rubbed her clit as he took her hard and fast. I pinched both her nipples through the fabric of her top at the same time as Evan pinched her clit.

My mouth smothering her cry as Evan pounded her one last time and they both came.

“Oh, look at you two. You’re so good, and look so amazing together,” I praised, stroking both their backs.

I grabbed a towel off one of the other chaises and cleaned them up, continuing to stroke and praise them as I got them put back together.

“Here, both of you should drink some water, it’s warm today.” I pulled her to the chaise and curled her into me, planting little kisses on her neck and shoulders, as she drank half the bottle.

I handed it to Evan, and he finished it.

“So good.” I patted the chaise. Evan laid down with us and the three of us snuggled. I played with her hair and nuzzled Evan’s cheek.

Her eyes fell to the fabric that separated us from everyone else. “They all know, don’t they?”

“Yep.” I planted a kiss on her temple.

“There’s absolutely no shame in needing to get impaled on a chaise lounge.” Evan ran his fingers up and down her thigh. “I think I want a turn later.” He gave me a smoldering glance.

“Absolutely.” Yes, I’d do this with him.

Hopefully, I’d get to repeat this with her soon, too.