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Jonas

“ Y ou suck my omega so good, Sweet Girl,” I told Verity as she gave Dean head as I fucked him.

Dean gasped and squirmed under us. I smacked his ass so he’d be still.

We were in my room as the storm continued to rage outside on day two of our snow-cation. Mercy and AJ cooked lunch as Grif sat at his piano writing something.

Now, Dean could receive his second shutout blowjob. The first was last night when AJ tugged Grif off after blanket burrito night, and she ended up spending part of the night with us.

Until Grif had slipped into my room in the middle of the night, because someone left the door cracked, and he stole her out of bed.

“I love your blowjobs so much, Little Alpha.” Dean’s perfume and cozy scent flooded the room as he tangled his hand in her ponytail. “I’m close.”

“She’ll suck you down so good.” My hands held Dean’s hips as I kept thrusting, my knot and balls smacking against his ass as my own pleasure built. “I’m close too, and I’ll fill up this sweet omega ass just like you’ll fill up our little alpha’s belly so full of your cum that she won’t want any lunch.”

“I could come just from those words,” he moaned.

“And I’m going to knot you,” I gasped as I withdrew almost fully, then plunged right into his slick omega ass.

“ Alpha ,” he cried, as sheer lust pelted my bond with Dean. My knot slipped past the ring of muscles and locked inside him.

“Are you okay, Love?” I smoothed Dean’s hair as his body shuddered.

“So good, Babes.” His scent went syrupy with happiness as he stroked Verity’s cheekbone with his thumb. “Mmmm, I love shutout blowies.”

“Are you okay, Little Alpha?” I asked. She hadn’t gotten much attention this morning, and it was almost time for lunch.

She released Dean’s cock and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Delicious as always, Hot Stuff.” Her gaze turned to me. “I’m so full, Alpha Jonas. You’re right, I might be too full to eat. Our good omega gave me all the cum.”

Though no orgasms. Hmmm… I owed her a reward.

Maybe after lunch.

Perfect. My hands smoothed the fresh down comforter I’d put on my bed as I’d completely remade it after lunch with our fluffiest feather bed and our softest sheets. Of which I may have gotten after my conversation with Verity while she was in Hawai’i.

I lit a bunch of candles, several of them new since she liked lavender-scented things, and added a relaxing blend of oil with lavender notes to the diffuser. The oil warmer was already plugged in. Going into my closet, I grabbed a couple of my silk ties and put them on my nightstand.

Now, to get Verity. Though I wasn’t beyond putting her over my shoulder, carrying her to my room, closing the door, and not letting anyone in.

In the kitchen, Dean, and Grif both had on hockey-themed aprons. Flour dusted every surface. Ingredients and kitchen tools littered the counters.

More bread? Verity had made Dean bread last night to see if her sourdough starter was okay.

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I took in the chaos. The floor—I’d steam-mopped it after breakfast. Yeah, this was why I didn’t encourage those two to bake.

“We’re making cinnamon rolls.” Dean grinned, flour in his hair, as he ground something up with a mortar and pestle.

“We’ll clean up. Verity and Mercy have never had our recipe. We thought they’d go really well with the beef bulgogi you’re making tonight,” Grif added as he rummaged through a drawer. “Found it.” He held up some sort of weird metal hook.

I took a deep, calming breath. “That sounds like a delicious dessert. Just please make sure the kitchen is clean so I don’t have to tidy up and do dishes before I cook. Since that makes it take longer.”

Then they complained about being hungry.

Ugh. This mess. I couldn’t even. Also, I personally thought that was an odd pairing. However, making cinnamon rolls was a long process. Which meant they’d be occupied for a while.

AJ sat at the dining room table catching up on work. Sure, we had a snowstorm here, but it was business as usual in many places.

“Where’s Mercy and Verity?” I looked around.

“Since the electricity’s back on, Mercy’s hooked up her game buddy to the upstairs TV since her console is still drying and is swearing at her friends.” AJ, in sweats and a holey henley, looked up from his laptop. “I think Verity’s in the laundry room, trying to save some of her clothes.”

“We should buy them some things after the storm.” Grif was attaching the hooks to our fancy stand mixer.

Oh, that’s what they’re for.

“I’ve already ordered a few things for them and gave her access to the shopping accounts. But feel free to take them.” AJ tried to type with one hand and text with another.

I went over to AJ and lowered my voice, though Dean and Grif were now bickering over what type of cinnamon to use. “Hey, I owe Verity something. Keep an eye on them for me.”

“Only if you owe her a cock in the mouth.” His eyes lit up.

“Oh, yes.” And so much more. “Thanks, AJ.”

“Anytime.” He smirked.

The laundry room reeked of vinegar. Verity had a spray bottle and a baleful look.

“How’s it going?” I put an arm around her waist and snagged her for a kiss.

“I can’t get the mildew out of these things.” She gestured to the clothes soaking in bowls or laid out on every surface.

“How important are they?” I asked as I checked the fuel levels on the generator. It could go out again at any time.

Verity sighed. “Honestly, not really. I think I’ll let them soak. Wash them on hot one last time. And then…”

“That’s for the better. Are you done? Because I think someone is due a reward.” I came up behind her and pressed myself into her. My lips attacked her neck, and the spray bottle in her hand fell to the floor.

“Jonas.” Her driftwood scent flared with sweet desire.

I picked her up and carried her back into my bedroom and shut the door. Balancing her on my hip, I pulled back the comforter and sheets and set her on the bed, watching her expression as she sank into the softness.

Usually, I didn’t allow street clothes in the bed, but she’d just put on some leggings and one of Dean’s shirts when we had lunch.

Her nostrils flared and her eyes gleamed. “Wait, is this…”

I picked up the ties from the nightstand and flicked out my pierced tongue. “Oh, it is. Is that okay, Sweet Girl?”

“Please.” She pulled off her shirt and tossed it on the floor.

There was nothing under that shirt but golden breasts and erect nipples. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pulled her to me and peeled off her fuzzy socks and leggings.

No panties either? Lucky me.

I positioned her naked body on the bed and made sure she had enough pillows. Taking the ties, I secured her to my headboard, using the hidden rings meant for that purpose.

Standing back, I admired my work. “Are you comfortable, Sweetheart?”

“I am. Yellow if I’m not, red if I need you to stop.” Her gaze smoldered as she spread her toned legs.

Grabbing my phone, I started my relaxation music playlist, and soothing sounds filled the room. I flipped off the lamp, so the room was lit only by the window and candles.

Nice and cozy.

“I’m going to feast on you and make you come over and over.” I crawled on the bed, caging her with my arms.

My lips crashed against her, and I kissed her long and hard until she writhed under me. My kisses covered her face. They trailed down her neck and languidly skated over her collarbone where maybe one day I’d mark her. I explored every inch of her body: her shoulders, her elbows, the backs of her knees.

“Jonas.” Her voice shook.

I knew what she wanted, but she didn’t ask, being patient. Wow, it was nice to have a patient lover in my bed.

My kisses trailed up her leg. I traced the little flower on her inner thigh with my tongue. Pushing her thighs open wide, I buried my face in her softness.

“Yes, yes ,” she cried, back arching.

“Come whenever you want. Though if you cry too loud, we’re going to have company.” My pierced tongue flickered over her clit.

An orgasm shuttered through her body. I explored her with my tongue and mouth, as two of my fingers entered her, getting her ready to come again.

It didn’t take long for her body to explode in pleasure again, her juices bursting all over my face. Good girl.

I looked up at her to make sure she was okay. Bliss coated her face.

“I also bought a little treat for your pussy.” I took the little pale green toy out of my nightstand. “It’s a knot trainer. It inflates and helps to stretch you. If we use it sometimes when we’re together, eventually it should make it easier for you to take a knot.”

“Perfect. I might still get that piercing that helps lady alphas take knots.” That smolder in her eyes intensified.

Mmmm. I’d love to see her pussy pierced. She’d also look beautiful with nipple rings.

I inserted the little toy into her pussy and programmed the remote on the first setting. Then I got back to work getting all the right spots with my tongue.

“There, there, there,” she cried, legs wrapped around me.

“Oh, yeah?” I slowed down, as I lazily wrote declarations of love on her clit with my tongue.

Every time she got close, I backed off as the toy continued to pulse inside her. Its purpose was to stretch, not give her pleasure.

I got the lube and squirted her ass with it. My fingers worked it as I attacked her pussy with full force.

What an enjoyable way to spend a snowy afternoon, just the two of us.

She gasped as another orgasm shot through her. I didn’t stop, working a third finger in her ass, making her come again and again.

As promised.

“Are you okay, Sweet Girl? Because if you are, I’m going to take your ass and knot you.” Should I leave the stretcher toy in her pussy? Yes, I think I would.

Her blue-green eyes met mine, arms still over her head. “I’m feeling so loved and worshiped right now. Please, take me, Sexypants.”

“Now how could I deny a request like that?” I cleaned off my hands and got the lube, giving her ass and my cock a good squirt.

Sexypants? I’d take it. Because I had all the pierced sexy in my pants.

Holding her legs, I entered her sweet ass, noting that she felt fuller with the toy in her pussy. I started to thrust, keeping her gaze. “Does my sweet girl need a nice, thick knot?”

“Oh, I do,” she sighed, eyes blown out in desire.

Taking my time, I thrust in and out of her tight ass, being mindful of her leg. Verity writhed and moaned.

I glanced at the door as I continued to thrust in and out of her, working myself toward my own release.

No one had knocked asking to come in–or join. I’d have to thank AJ later for keeping them distracted.

“You take me so good, Sweetheart,” I praised, rubbing her clit. “Come for me so I can knot your beautiful ass.” My knot was fully inflated and ready to seat itself inside our sweet girl.

“Please, Jonas, please,” she begged, back arching.

Verity came, her muscles spasming. As she did, I pulled out and thrust back in.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl,” I crooned as I worked my knot past her ring of muscles, seating it fully inside her, and shooting her full of cum.

“Oooh, that feels so good,” she sighed.

“Oh, you do.” I worked the little toy out of her and cleaned it with a wipe. I’d clean it better later.

Still locked inside her, I pulled on the ties, releasing her from her bonds. Laying on top of her, I rolled us to our sides and took her hands in my wrists, rubbing them and her arms.

“Are you okay?” I asked her.

“Boneless.” She kissed me. “That was the best reward.”

“You are amazing and wonderful. I’m here to support you in any way you need, especially as you and Grif work things out,” I assured.

They had some work to do, but I could see that connection between them.

“Thank you.” She kissed me again, then rested her head on my shoulder, cuddling into me.

“I love that you’re here with us. You need a rest so bad. After this, we’ll have a nice bubble bath, and I’ll give you a good rubdown.” And I’d put my cock in her mouth if she asked me to.

“I’m feeling so spoiled,” Verity sighed.

“I love spoiling you.” Already she looked so much happier than she had when we’d come home from our game in Quebec.

Yeah, I didn’t see her and Mercy returning to their place after it was fixed. We’d need to finish all our renovations. At least we’d gotten started. Tomorrow I’d see if Mercy wanted to go running so I could get to know her a little better.

Our little snow-cation should be the first of many. We needed more blanket burrito nights. Summer evenings on the porch. Her being in my bed.

I kissed my blissed-out sweet girl.

Yes, there was no doubt that our little alpha belonged with us.