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His jaw clicks. Suddenly his entire body tenses and he stands abruptly, the chair scraping loudly against the floor. "She's awake."
I don't know if he's going to throw himself into the wall to knock himself out or charge into the room. Could go either way. I'm relieved, apprehensive, when he chooses the latter, pulling his shirt off along the way, dropping his pants as he disappears into the bedroom.
Cass gets up to follow, nervousness wafting off of him. I don't know why. We've all shared partners before, it's not like Iggy can't control himself. If anything, the man usually is a master of control when it comes to sex. Imogen just has him a little… unhinged. But they've always been betas, and Iggy's never on the edge of a rut.
Still, Cass's nerves invade my senses, and I follow behind. We find Iggy standing at the foot of the bed, staring at Imogen. She's writhing around again, still coming to, not fully conscious. When Iggy steps closer, her eyes snap open and narrow on his cock, which juts out at his waist. His piercings shine in the light. Her lips curl into a smile, mouth dropping open, like she's panting, thirsty for it.
I expect him to make her wait, which is what he does. He's a little rough, when they like it. With Imogen though… She's so put together, so polite and sweet. I don't know what she likes. What if she's too delicate for Iggy? Like I told Cass in the kitchen, we really don't know her.
Iggy leans down and Imogen squeals in delight. But instead of climbing on top of her, his hands go under her ass, her legs around his waist, and he lifts, like she weighs nothing more than her feathered wings. Dammit, now I'm getting ideas of Imogen in nothing but the wings. Maybe Roxy can deliver those, too.
People are scared of Iggy because he's covered in tattoos, likes to fight, and he never holds back. His face can be off-putting too; pocked marked from old acne scars, brow a little heavy, pronounced when he scowls. He's not a bad looking guy. But he's not sweet looking, either.
Imogen doesn't look afraid. She looks impatient. Holding her up with her legs wrapped around him, he spins them, and in one swift thrust, he slams her body against the wall and impales her. Cass and I go tense, but Imogen only cries out in pleasure.
The pair are something else. The sweet angel from the Hills, with the tattooed devil of South Loop.
"Iggy! That's so fucking good! Harder, alpha!" She begs, her sweet, lyrical voice in contrast with her demands. I love to see this uninhibited side of her. Imogen's fingernails scrape at his back and neck, her heels dig into his ass as he pounds into her, thrusting upward.
"Fuck!" He roars, hips pistoning so violently, she couldn't pull away if she wanted to.
"I need your knot, alpha! Oh fuck yes, harder, just like that, don't stop! Don't stop! Oh! Oh! Fuuuck!" She screams.
"I've never heard you swear, omega, you're usually so polite," Iggy teases, and it's so unlike him, both Cass and I watch the pair in awe. Iggy's usually gruff and hard, even with other women. Not like this, soft and teasing.
"You make me crazy, Iggy. You smell so good, and you're mine," she growls, her long fingernails digging into his shoulders, nearly drawing blood.
"Fuuuck!" He roars again. Suddenly, his fist comes out, and he slams it into the wall beside them. White sheetrock dusts her sweating skin, coating the side of his neck and her honey blonde strands. Cass and I tense, but Iggy lowers them both down, bending at the knees, bringing her to the ground on her back. Lifting her long legs, he spreads her knees, and somehow stays inside of her, still thrusting, the entire time.
She's a mess. We're a fucking mess. It's so hot, and if I worried at all at how Imogen's handling everything, it's forgotten when she squeezes her nipples tightly, arching her back, like it's all still not enough. I bend down, Cass on her opposite side, the evidence of her fingernails leaves red scratches on her tits. She likes a little bit of pain. I pinch her nipple tightly and she cries out.
She must squeeze Iggy's cock when we do it, because he shouts in time with our pinching. Leaning down, I flick my tongue over her nipple before sucking, harder and harder, until I give it a gentle bite and she cries out again.
Iggy's pounding slows, then, to my surprise, he looks directly at me. There's desperation in his eyes, pupils nearly as blown as Imogen's.
"I'm going to bite her," he growls, nearly in a rut.
"Do not fucking bite her," I snap, but he shakes his head back and forth. He's fighting with his alpha. His instincts are begging him. When he gets pissed, he fights. When he gets horny, he fucks. He does whatever the fuck he wants. And when I see that look in his eyes, almost like he's apologizing for his behavior, I see a shine, a slight lengthening of his incisors, and just as his sharp teeth come down toward her neck, I shove my arm in front of him.
He bites down on my arm and man, it fucking hurts. There's no intention behind it to bond me, so nothing happens aside from the sharp burn of his teeth ripping at my flesh, but he’s going to hate himself for this when he’s lucid again.
Between his still bleeding hand, my now bleeding arm, the dust from the sheetrock and the sweat and sex, we're all a bloody fucking mess. Not exactly the kind of pack a girl like Imogen deserves.
Iggy doesn't thank me, but when his teeth release from my arm, he seems calmer, more in control. Looking down at Imogen, reverence and awe cloud his expression. He puts his hands under her shoulders, lifts her up and leans onto his back, pulling her with him.
Like it was planned, with Imogen still clawing at any of us she can reach, I push her forward onto Iggy's chest, grip my cock, then press into her ass. She squeezes against me, and the pressure of me pushing in guides Iggy's knot inside her. He's on another planet, no longer aggressive and desperate. Like he's accepted his fate, and it's mother fucking rapture.
I pull out and when I push in again, she turns, grabs Cass's cock and takes it into her mouth. I didn't even notice him kneeling there, I'm so fucking lost in her body.
We fuck her together, and somehow she keeps up with the three of us the entire time.
Iggy's knot keeps her locked in place and the pressure is too much. Her ass contracts around my cock, squeezing like a fist, and I come hard in shaking thrusts. Her hand snakes up between Cass's legs, reaching for his ass, and he grunts when her fingers find what they're looking for. I don't know who the fuck Imogen is, but I'm getting a pretty good picture, when on the verge of coming, she releases Cass's long cock with pop of her lips, then fists is length, his spend shooting out all over her chest.
Cass is just as awed as Iggy. Down to his knees, he leans close to Imogen. "Did you notice Iggy's piercings, baby? Did you try them out? Come here, lean forward."
He pushes her torso flat with Iggy, snaking his hand down between the two, and guides her clit to his piercing. When she discovers the heavy metal, she shrieks and, with renewed enthusiasm, bucks against it like it's her new favorite toy.
She comes hard and fast, almost crying and shaking, like she's crashing from the adrenaline rush. When she slows, her body lands heavy on Iggy's chest. I slip out of her and lean back, but Iggy, soft, stays tucked inside her, stroking her back reverently.
