Sugar Coated

51

Jax Sinclair

Delaney arched back into me as she came on mine and Em's cock and I tumbled after her, knot or nothing just from the feel of her pussy trying to suffocate my dick.

The only thing that stopped me from biting her then and there was Andres' fingers that slipped around her neck, covering the juncture between it and her shoulder, the same place my hindbrain had been eyeing for a certain special moment.

Like when her body felt like heaven and I was shooting ropes inside her heat, the feel of Em's aftershocks jerking against me.

Everything about her, about them, about my whole pack leveled me and left me breathless. Every bit of them was wound so tightly inside me they'd never be free of my creature, bond bite or not.

I swallowed down the thought and the saliva that had pooled in my mouth at the idea of putting a bite on her neck and tending to it until it healed into a pretty little silvered scar.

Doll had gone limp in my arms, some part of her omega nature satisfied by the stretch of our cocks, close enough to a knot that it had tuckered her out.

I wasn't anywhere near spent, without knotting her I had multiple rounds left in me, but even I was surprised by Em's muffled whine and the slick drag of his cock along mine before he pressed into her again.

"More," he groaned, his fingers slipping through her folds to tease both of our cocks.

Doll shuddered beneath my body in time with his fingers and Em's scent hit the air like a bomb.

Andres gasped at the scent of him, "Awe fuck, Jax." He tried to roll him over and get him face down on the bed, but we were all still stuck together, and even with my help Delaney's legs were jello.

She did valiantly try to match Em's scattered pace in a glazed way that just screamed 'buried omega instinct', but her body wasn't going through a heat spike like Em's was, she shied away from the oversaturated pleasure that came with an edge of pain to it, and the edge of 'too much'.

Em, however, was about to beg for it.

"Heat spike, Doll," I traced the inside of her thigh. The hand I still had buried in those brown curls of hers pulled until she could look at Em with his too-dark eyes, pupils blown so wide they'd turned black.

She gasped as he rocked into her, with a new abandon now that Andres had pulled free of him. Her head rolled back until it dropped back onto my shoulder entirely.

The view down her front was impeccable, watching her breast bounce in time with Em's feral need, watching his length disappear inside of her and feeling the stroke of it against my own cock that had gone rock hard in an instant at the smell of the pre-heat pheromones and sex in the air.

She tasted so fucking sweet when I licked the column of her throat, sugary and lightly floral.

I barely heard Andres warning over it. I didn't think anything of it when I laid my teeth into her neck either. Her breasts were in my hands and I followed her down over him without any thought in the world with my teeth in her neck and her body arched in presentation.

There was only so far that Andres could pull Em away from us when he was on his back in the sheets.

Doll wouldn't be subject to a dry bite from either of us. On that fact, my and Em's creatures agreed.

We'd have both given her our bites like a chain around the smooth skin of her neck, the mark I left there at least would stay red for a few hours.

She wasn't allowed to get close enough to Em though.