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"She was wearing your gloves. The ones that went missing?" He presses his lips together, processing that information. "And Red's leather jacket, and my hoodie. She's been nesting with our scents."
"Means nothing."
"We've all been… attracted to her," I hedge, given the understatement.
"We promised. You promised." He points a finger at me, enraged.
"I can't explain it. But we can talk about it later. She's here, now. She's in pain without us, and I'm not letting that slide. She needs us. She needs you."
He's angry, but I know Iggy, I see the vulnerability beneath the rage. He's worried. Scared, even.
"We won't let you hurt her."
His eyes, which had been staring holes into the floor, shoot up and glare at me, burying me in their inky depth. "That's not what I'm worried about." Then he spins on his heel and roars, palms hitting the flat wall in frustration. His anguish is fucking real. This is the Iggy no one sees but us.
"Don't suppose you'd punch me in the face and knock me out?"
I laugh, "Not a chance, brother. We need you. It's going to be okay, Iggy."
"You don't know that." Then he looks longingly toward my room where we can hear Red grunting and Imogen moaning, the sound of the bedframe hitting the wall in rhythmic beats.
He's right, I don't know if this is all going to be okay. But I don't regret a single moment of tonight, and neither should he. I squeeze his shoulder before turning and heading back to my room.
Chapter 14
Red
All my dreams came true the moment she climbed on top of me. I can be pissed at Cass all I want, but I'd never be mad at this angel. She's so pretty it hurts, and I've only seen her once without the feathered mask, haunting me ever since.
Watching Cass stroll through the door tonight, after checking on an alarm at the club, with Imogen in the throes of her heat, could not have shocked me more. I let myself be angry at him for a minute before joining them in his room. I may not know the circumstances or how the fuck this came to be, but it's happening, and I can be like Iggy and put up a fight or I can roll with it, damn the consequences.
I'm not sure if I'll have the same cavalier attitude about it after, but I'm saving that problem for later. I think after a few orgasms, she's supposed to pass out or something, then we can regroup. They need water, I think, and lots of calories. I can bark at her if she won't eat or drink, too lost to sexual need, but I've never barked at an omega before, so I'll save that problem for later, too.
Why I'm running through these things in my head like a checklist with a bouncing Imogen on my lap, I don't know. Trying to keep from losing it, busting a nut, coming too soon, trying to do anything to prolong this feeling. She squeezes me each time she lifts her lips, then lets her pussy open back up when she slams down. It's sweet torture, and every few minutes, with my knot pulsing at the base of my cock, she stops to rub her clit, then resumes her bouncing. I swear I could let her do this for the rest of my life.
Eventually Cass rejoins us, but I save worry for Iggy for later. No more thoughts of why or how or what; just this, just Imogen. She's so hot, her skin nearly burns to the touch. The heat extends through her pussy, and it feels so fucking good around my cock.
"More," Imogen begs, her blown out pupils unfocused but somehow still seeing. "More, I need more. Red, you smell so good. You taste so good," she pants. "I need Cass and Iggy. Where are my mates? I need them."
"Alright, angel, come here, we've got you," I urge her forward, so she's flush with my torso, ignoring that twinge in my heart when she called us her mates. I lick her neck, kissing her lips, and she moans into my mouth.
Cass climbs on the bed behind her, leaning over her back. "You need more, Imogen? Can I take your ass, baby?"
"Oh god yes. I want both of you. Fill me up, please alpha," she whines. Cass forces her to slow, and I feel him gather slick with his fingers where she and I meet. Then we both feel Cass press into her ass. She moans and cries out and if I thought her omega pussy was tight as fuck before, it's nothing with Cass in her ass. I have no clue how my knot will fit.
The pressure of his cock against mine inside her, only a thin space separating us, is motherfuckin' intense, and, leaning forward, with her clit pressed firmly against my swollen knot, she begins to shake, her orgasm taking full control of her body. Cass fucks her ass, and I let him push and pull, feeling every sensation on the sensitive nerve endings of my cock while her hips bucking in unison with his.
Once her orgasm slows, I reach between us. With Cass's hands gripping her hips, I thumb her clit and lift up. At the same time, Cass thrusts forward, shoving her body downward, and her tight pussy encases my knot.
I roar, my hand trapped between us, still stroking her clit, while she screams out her next orgasm, and when Cass comes, slamming into her from behind, I lose all awareness, all sense of reason. I come, hard, Imogen's heat and clamping pussy milking my cock, seed spilling deep within her walls. She's somehow still coming, judging by the way she twitches and stutters, and my knot keeps us locked together, moving only with Cass at her back.
There's no space to move, but buried deep, I rock into her, coaxing every last drop, and the level of erotic zapping pleasure is visceral.
I think I pass out. We rest in a heap, sweating and panting, and when Cass pulls out a few minutes later, her body moves with him and I slip out as well, my knot relaxed and soft again. We're soaked. She's sated—for now.
My arms wrap around her and I take a deep inhale, knowing there's nothing there but my and Cass's scents mingling. Still, I hug her body close, despite the inferno burning off her skin.
I don't even know how we got here. An hour ago, I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for Cass to let me know if we were getting broken into again and preparing to have to haul my ass back down to the club before dawn. Then next thing I know, I'm buried deep inside the woman I've been dreaming about for weeks.
