Faith & the Dead End Devils (Sweet Omegaverse, #8)(107)

"This is it," she whispered, barely giving sound to the words. And she was sinking happily into the bond, settling and letting the rough edges of the night fade away.

We are it, I thought. We are her pack.

I dimmed the lights and joined her in the thick comfort of the bond.





38. GHOST





Chance's ass was hugging my cock. The nest smelled like home and epic sex and top-shelf pussy, and I was wedged between the hard wall and the edge of the mattress I was barely hanging onto. Half my body had lost sensation, and I'd been awake for an hour, just wishing I could roll over or stretch in any direction. I was in heaven.

Finally, as the sun rose high enough to glare into the nest from Bear's bedroom window, there was rustling from the other side of the bed.

"Gonna shower," Bear whispered, and it was King who answered with a grunt, one man crawling carefully out of the nest.

I waited for King or Faith to budge, hoping for a little room to maneuver myself out of the crevice of bed and wall, but for a moment, nothing changed. Fabric rustled, breath deepened, and I shut my eyes, surrendering to perfect discomfort, Chance's scent tickling my nose. Then a soft, wet suck echoed in the nest, answered by a breathy, feminine moan.

My cock twitched.

I peeked one eye open, and heat spiraled down to my length as I watched King burrow against Faith's breasts, the shirt she slept in pushed up only far enough to give him room to kiss and suck. He was still lying on top of her, offering a glimpse of creamy skin before it was swallowed up in his beard, but Faith's slack expression of teased pleasure was enough to leave me riveted.

She was so goddamn pretty, lips full and parted, lashes thick on her cheeks. Her knees bent up, exposing tan thighs clamping around King. If they started fucking I was going to have a full boner burrowed between Chance's cheeks and absolutely nothing I could do about it, and yet I kind of hoped they would. Faith's scent was blooming, coating down my throat like syrup with every breath, and she was rubbing herself against King's stomach as he continued to suckle and nibble.

"King," she pleaded, reaching for his head.

He rose up suddenly, and I caught a sweet and brief glimpse of a rosy, wet nipple begging for his return before he tugged the shirt down to her belly button. He was grinning at her, wicked and handsome in a way I'd never noticed on King before, looking genuinely and rarely happy.

"Gotta go clean up too," he whispered to her.

"Bastard," she hissed, baring her teeth at him. He was half-hard in his boxer briefs, and he tweaked her nipple through the shirt before diving out of the nest.

"You've got plenty of playmates left to keep you occupied, princess," he said.

Faith groaned and rolled over onto her stomach as King dressed, and I stared openly at her ass in the precious pink cotton underwear she was wearing. Chance followed her, and I wasn't sure if he was asleep or not as he cuddled up to her hip again. I gasped as I was finally able to make room for myself on the bed, and then grunted as I rolled directly onto my now stiff cock.

Blood shot into my immobile left arm, and I groaned at the flood of pin-pricking sensation. I flopped limp limbs until I was on my back and found Faith sitting up on her side, studying me with a soft smile. She'd been spooked and quiet last night. It was good to see her looking at me again with that knowing, amused, and vaguely impatient expression, like she was still waiting for me to get my shit together.

Her gaze ran over me and her eyebrows bounced as she reached my hips. "Well, good morning to you too."

King shut the door to the bedroom and Bear was humming in the shower, and I was rock-hard, lying next to Chance for the first morning ever. I didn't want to interrupt the peace, afraid I might be tossed out now that Faith was feeling better.

"Morning," I croaked.

"May I?" Faith asked, hand lifting from the bed, hovering over Chance's back toward me.

May you what? I thought, but her eyes were on my erection in my underwear. We haven't even kissed yet!

But my head was nodding. "Uh-huh."

Faith's smile grew, and she hummed thoughtfully as she reached across Chance and helped herself to groping my length through a thin layer of fabric. Her hand was warm, grip sure, and I bucked against her palm as she studied my girth and length. The waistband of my underwear was gaping over my stomach as my cock kicked for freedom.

Faith granted it, and I stopped breathing as she pushed the waistband down, letting the elastic bite under my sac, putting me on display. Her touch lightened, teasing with her fingertips as she circled my tip and then tapped her way down my length.

Chance grumbled into the pillows as I lifted my hips into her hand again. "You hornballs."

Faith grinned at me. "His dick is pretty."

Her hand looked good on my cock, I thought, tan from the desert sun, fingers almost long enough to circle me completely.

Chance rolled over, bumping her arm and making her run her hand up and down my length as I moaned. Chance barely blinked before he was joining her, scooping his grip down to grab my balls, making me yelp and creating a liquid dribble at my tip.

"Taste him," Chance rasped.

"Fucking fuck," I muttered.

But Faith just sat up and leaned over Chance's lap, ducking down until her tongue was licking at the fresh precum. "Mm!" Her eyes widened, and I tried to breathe through my teeth.