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Chapter 20

Ava

Garrett’s mouth is hungry against mine, and he kisses me like he seems to do everything else—with a firm command and total control. His sweet apple cider scent mixes with the scent of a roaring fire, and I swear I can almost feel the heat of the flames.

God, I would gladly let that fire burn me down .

The restlessness I felt earlier rises up again, urging me on as I climb onto his lap and wrap my arms around his broad, muscled shoulders. The feel of his hands on me, even just massaging my scalp, eased the discomfort earlier, but now that the dam has broken, I need more than that.

I don’t just need an orgasm, either. I need a cock.

His cock.

That thought sends a shot of heat through me, so intense that it’s like being struck by lightning, and I practically climb his body as I grind against him.

“Garrett,” I gasp out in between heated kisses. “Please. I need… I need…”

“I know what you need, little one,” he rasps. “I can smell it. You’re practically coating me in your scent right now.”

“Then fuck me,” I demand, past the point of worrying if I’m being too demanding. All I know is that I need to feel him inside me. I need to feel the strength and power of his body as he moves, need to wrap my legs around him so that we’re touching everywhere.

Garrett’s purr is a deep rumble in his chest, vibrating against me as he lifts me off his lap in one smooth motion. He sets me on my feet and stands in front of me, then tugs my shirt off. I mirror his action, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it upward. He’s so much bigger than me that he has to help me get it over his head, then he tosses it aside, the muscles of his bare chest flexing.

My hands go to his pecs, drawn to the solid slabs of muscle, which are warm beneath my palms.

His purr grows louder, and he drops his head to kiss me as he works my pants and panties down. I’m already working to kick off my shoes, and by the time I’m naked, we’re both breathing hard.

Garrett shoves his own pants and boxers off, discarding them like he resents them for ever separating us, and the second they’re gone, he takes my wrist and brings my hand to his cock, which is rock hard and so thick that I’m not sure I can even wrap my fingers all the way around it.

“Do you want this?” he asks, his voice deep and gruff. “You want my cock inside you?”

“Y-yes,” I breathe, my voice shaking a little as I stroke him.

He groans, his body stiffening, as if he’s struggling to stay still. He lets me drag my hand up and down his length two more times, his dark brown eyes locked on my face the entire time. And then it’s like something in him snaps. He scoops me up into his arms, his hands gripping the backs of my thighs and wrapping my legs around him.

He strides away from the couch, and at first I think he’s going to carry me upstairs like this—but we don’t make it that far. Instead of heading for the stairs that lead to the second story, Garrett presses me up against a wall next to the large open doorway that connects the living room to the foyer.

My back hits the cool plaster, and Garrett rolls his hips, sliding his cock through my folds. I’m so wet for him already that his shaft glides easily, and every time the broad, rounded head hits my clit, I whimper.

“Give me your cock,” I beg, feeling like I might die if that thick shaft doesn’t split me open in the next two seconds. “Please, Garrett. Please .”

“You don’t have to beg, little one,” he assures me, adjusting his grip on my thighs as his cock notches at my entrance. “You just have to hold on.”

With that, he presses his hips forward, sliding into me. And I wasn’t wrong when I had my hand wrapped around him—he’s fucking huge . Bigger than Ethan, which is saying something.

My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I hook my legs together above his ass, biting my lip as I tense up a little against the intrusion.

Garrett stops immediately, although I can feel the effort it takes him to go still. “You all right?” he asks, dropping his head to find my eyes.

“Yes,” I gasp. Even though it’s a lot, it’s everything my body has been craving, and along with the pinch of discomfort, there’s a burning pleasure radiating through me.

“Breathe,” he reminds me gently. “Relax, little one. I’m not in any hurry here. I’d fuck you all day if I could, so we can take our time.”

“Right.” I laugh softly, touched by the way he’s so invested in taking care of me—and by the fact that he wants me so badly. “Okay.”

Leaning in, he kisses me deeply, his tongue delving into my mouth as his fireside and apple cider scent fills my nostrils. The kiss is so all-consuming that it makes all other thoughts scatter from my head, and when our lips break apart, he gives my ass a squeeze.

“There you go,” he murmurs encouragingly, pressing his cock a few inches deeper inside. “Just breathe and let me in. You feel so fucking amazing.”

He pulls out a little and then slides back in, working his way a little deeper with each thrust. At first, it’s hard to keep myself from tensing up again, but with every kiss, every roll of his hips, my body adjusts even more.

Some part of me, some primal and instinctive part, knows how right this is. My body knows it can take him, and when he’s finally rooted all the way inside me, we both go still, catching our breath as we cling to each other.

“Is that good?” he murmurs, his breath stirring my hair.

“So good.” My heels dig into his ass, and I clench around him. “You can move more now. I can take it. I need it.”

“Such a good girl.” He sounds almost delirious, and he draws back and then pitches his hips forward, fucking me less gently than he did when he was working his way in.

The feel of his thick cock stretching me pulls a gasp from my lips, and I whimper plaintively as he keeps going.

“Yes,” I whisper. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I’m soaking his shaft with every thrust, my body providing all the slickness he needs to fuck me hard and deep. I’m already getting close, every nerve ending in my body screaming with the pleasure of having an Alpha’s cock inside me like this. It’s almost more than I can take, almost too good for my brain to process, and I bury my face against Garrett’s shoulder, holding on just like he told me to as he pounds into me again and again.

The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mixed with his deep grunts and my soft mewls, and my legs tighten around his waist as a climax builds inside me.

“Oh fuck,” I whimper. “Keep going. Keep going, you’re gonna make me—”

The word breaks off on a loud cry as my orgasm explodes like a bomb, detonating and sending pleasure shooting through my limbs. I lift my head from Garrett’s shoulder, and as I do… my gaze locks with Ethan’s burning green eyes.

The shock of surprise mixes with the euphoria of the orgasm, and I keep coming, feeling like I might shake apart as I cling to Garrett, overwhelmed by the surge of pleasure. Ethan never looks away from me. He doesn’t even blink, and I can’t seem to pull my gaze away from him either.

What do I look like right now? What does he see?

That thought makes me moan, and Ethan’s full lips quirk up in a smile as Garrett stills inside me, having realized that we’re not alone.

“Don’t stop because of me,” Ethan drawls, cocking an eyebrow. “I’m enjoying the hell out of this little show.” His voice drops to a lower register as he adds, “And I know you’ve got another one in you, gorgeous. I want to hear Garrett make you scream at least two more times.”

Garrett chuckles. He pulls back a little, his hard features softened with desire as he looks down at me. “What do you say, little one? Should we show him how good I can make you feel? Should we let him see how you’re soaking my cock?”

“Yes,” I breathe, feeling like I’ve died and gone to Omega heaven.

The idea of Ethan watching Garrett fuck me makes me flush from head to toe, but it’s not from embarrassment. The Omega in me recognizes that all of the Alphas in this house could be mine if I choose to bond with them, and the idea of being shared between them satisfies something inside me that I can’t even put into words.

Garrett grins, the expression making him look less severe than usual. He pulls me away from the wall, holding me up with a firm grip on my thighs, his cock still buried inside me. Instead of using the wall to brace me as he fucks into me, he lifts and lowers me smoothly, sliding me up and down his thick shaft.

I know that from this angle, Ethan can see so much more. He can probably see the way my pussy swallows up Garrett’s cock, and he can see the way my breasts bounce each time Garrett pulls me down.

“Maybe…” I bite my lip, hissing out a breath as Garrett hits a new spot inside me that makes sparks dance across my vision. “Maybe Ethan can… do more than just watch.”

Ethan and Garrett both purr loudly in response to that, and I can hear Ethan’s footsteps as he crosses the room toward us. The warmth of his body seeps into mine as he steps up behind me, and when he presses a kiss to my neck, I whimper and clench tightly around Garrett.

“Are you gonna come for us again?” Ethan murmurs.

I nod, because it’s not even really a question at this point. I can already feel the tingling rush of pleasure building in my core, ready to be unleashed.

“Fuck, you smell good when you’re turned on like this.” Ethan’s nose trails up the line of my neck, and then he steps closer, his chest pressing against my back as he encloses me between him and Garrett.

“Hold her up. Keep her steady,” Garrett says.

“I’ve got her. Come here, gorgeous.”

Ethan unwinds my arms from around Garrett’s neck, draping them around his own neck instead. My upper body rests against his chest, and I have the most thrilling feeling of weightlessness as I realize that the two of them have me balanced between them. That they’ll hold me up no matter what.

With my upper body leaning against Ethan, we both have a perfect view of the way my pussy stretches around Garrett’s cock. Ethan presses a kiss to my temple, reaching down to palm one of my breasts.

“So fucking beautiful. You want more?”

“Yeah.”

The word is a breathy sigh, and Ethan and Garrett share a look before Garrett starts to fuck me again. I’m suspended between the two of them, my arms around Ethan’s shoulders and my legs wrapped around Garrett’s waist, and as Garrett’s fingers dig into the flesh of my thighs and Ethan rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb, I can’t hold back anymore.

Another orgasm hits me like a wrecking ball, making me writhe and buck between them as I scream just like Ethan said he wanted.

Garrett starts to thrust again, working me through it, his firm grip keeping my hips right where he wants them as his massive cock drives into me.

“One more,” Ethan murmurs roughly. “Give us one more.”

While one skilled hand continues to work my breast, he reaches down and finds my clit, sliding his fingers over it as Garrett keeps fucking me. I feel dizzy, my entire body tingling as if there’s an actual electric current running through me.

I tilt my head a little, silently begging for Ethan’s mouth on mine, and he gives me exactly what I want.

His kiss is pure, raw Alpha hunger. His tongue slides into my mouth as if he’s trying to get me off with it before Garrett can make me come on his cock again. But honestly, between the fingers on my clit, the thick cock filling me to the brim, and the way Ethan is kissing me like he never wants to stop, I’m already a goner.

“Ethan!” I tighten my grip around his neck, my back arching as pleasure lights me up. “Garrett!”

“Oh shit. Oh fuck . You’re squeezing me so tight, little one.”

Garrett’s thrusts lose their steady rhythm, and the knot at the base of his cock swells. There’s a feeling of intense pressure as he drives into me one more time, his knot slipping inside me, and I can feel the flood of heat as his cum spills inside me.

I can also feel the way his knot locks us together, keeping him from pulling out, and my pulse quickens. It’s nothing like I expected it to be, more pleasurable and more overwhelming all at once.

“Does that feel good, gorgeous?” Ethan murmurs, stepping closer to Garrett so that I’m pinned firmly between them. Garrett’s cock is still lodged inside me, and behind me, I can feel the branding heat of Ethan’s hard-on through his pants.

“Uh huh.”

I whimper softly as a wave of emotions rise up in me. It’s not panic or the need to cry like last time, but it still hits me like a ton of bricks. I crane my neck awkwardly to kiss Ethan again, needing to feel his mouth on mine, and when we break apart, I unwrap my arms from behind his neck and wrap them around Garrett’s shoulders, melting against the big, gruff Alpha.

“Don’t let go,” I whisper. “Don’t leave me. Please.”

I’m barely aware of what I’m saying. All I know is that I want this feeling to last. This feeling of closeness. This connection.

“Couldn’t even if I wanted to,” Garrett murmurs gruffly. “And I don’t fucking want to.”

I don’t know if he’s talking about this moment, with his knot inside me, or in a larger sense. My heart thrills a little at the idea that he might be attached to me enough to not want to let me go at all, but instead of getting lost in those thoughts, I tighten my grip on him, burrowing my face against his chest.

I feel small and fragile, protected and cherished, and I’m so damn grateful that neither of the men is telling me that I’m being too emotional. They just hold me between them, neither of them seeming to care at all that Garrett is naked.

Finally, Garrett takes a step back, bringing me with him. He shares a look with Ethan over my shoulder, and the handsome, flirtatious Alpha trails his fingers down the curve of my spine.

“Garrett’s got you, gorgeous,” he murmurs. “He’ll take good care of you.”

With that, Garrett turns and carries me upstairs. His cock pulses inside me slightly as he brings me to my bedroom, settling me on the bed. He rolls us both onto our sides, his knot still keeping us linked together as his strong arms pull me against his chest.

“Are you… cuddling me?” I ask, as I snuggle deeper into his embrace.

He chuckles. “Yes. How am I doing? I’ve never actually cuddled before.”

The admission from this gruff, stoic Alpha makes me grin, and I press a kiss to the warm skin of his chest. “You’re doing great.”

As usual, words fail me when I need them most. Because the truth is, he’s doing better than great. He strokes his hand down my back, burying his face in my hair and breathing in deeply to absorb my scent, and it’s just…

Perfect .