Claimed for their Pleasure by L.V. Lane
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Brandon
YOU ARE GOING to clean her up.
I throw a look over my shoulder at the Alpha who has mastered me. I swallow. My cock is rising, blood rushing and pulsing as her heady scent fills me.
Turning back to Jessa, I ignore the temptation of her weeping slick and stagger to my feet. Fingers clumsy, I free the rope binding her to a heavy metal ring attached to the wall.
“Oh! It hurts,” she says as her arms lower.
“There,” I say, working my fingers and thumbs into her sore muscles. “Does that feel better?”
My nose is dripping blood, and I pause to wipe it away with the back of my hand. I sway a little on my feet, destroyed, battered, and bruised. But that is on me. I entered the challenge recklessly, and I will pay my dues.
But I don’t like that Jessa is in pain, although I understand why he did it. My wolf could have hurt her in the rough and tumble of our battle. I was not much better as a man.
I am clear of thought now that a change has happened inside me. Gage has broken me down to my raw components and remade me. I am his now. My wolf is submissive to his dominance, as is the man. I will follow his lead.
Jessa leans into me the moment her arms recover. Plastering her lush body to mine, she peppers kisses over my chest and throat, grasping my hair in her fierce grip as she seeks more.
Gage’s growl is a warning. He watches us as he paces. I have no doubt he will beat me again should I not follow his orders swiftly. Taking her by her arms, I set her aside. “The nest, Jessa. How do you want the nest?”
Her head swings toward the bed. It is little more than straw covered by rough blankets. It is not fit for a sweet Omega who is succumbing to her heat.
“Yes,” she says. Eyes puffy from the tears, she regards the bed. I hate that she has been crying over me. I hate that I needed so much before I could accept my place. “Yes, it needs more.”
More.That is a word I have heard from Jessa often since we first committed to one another. She needs more than I can give her.
She needs Gage.
She wants Gage.
No, that is not the whole truth.
She wants and needs us both to claim her for our pleasure.
Our pleasure and hers.
I feel foolish, selfish, and relieved all over again that finally, the lass I have come to love more than life will get what she desires.
“More what, Jessa?” I release her arms, allowing her to sink to her knees beside the coarse bed. “Shall I get you some blankets and pelts, so you can make it to your liking?”
“Yes,” she says, petting the bed with a grimace of distaste.
My lips tug up. Our little mate is soaring high. On the table, there are supplies enough to last many days. My wolf sensed we were being taken on a convoluted route after passing through the Lyon community. Gage had the foresight to arrange provisions and to select a private place for her heat, it would seem.
Gathering an armful of the soft pelts and blankets, I return to Jessa.
“Yes!” she says. Pulling the pelts from my arms, she sends them tumbling to the floor. Taking the first pelt, she rubs it against her cheek, a soft little rattle emanating from her chest.
Was that a purr?
My eyes flash to Gage, who has frozen his pacing. As he looks from Jessa to me, a smile blooms on his face. In that shared moment of joy, we are no longer enemies. We are brothers bound more tightly than blood brothers could ever be.
We are three.
He purrs. It has a deeper timbre than mine and is a little rattly. I take up the song, mine more of a contented hum.
Jessa is industrious. The straw is patted down in the middle and left thicker at the edges. Pelts and furs are layered among the softer blankets. I fetch her more, and those go in as well.
A nest.
Goddess, I never thought myself to be bound to such a sweet, disarming Omega. I take in the gentle curves of her petite body, the light blush to her soft skin, and the rich scent that permeates the room. Her nipples are hard points, and her thighs are coated with slick. There is a sensual grace to her movements. The soft things she selects are drawn over her body, brushed against her breasts, and sometimes between her thighs to coat them with her scent.
On the other side of the room, Gage strips his clothes before resuming his pacing.
“Oh?” Jessa says. On her knees before me, she looks at the empty place where the pelts were.
“They are all gone, Jessa,” I say. “You have used them. The nest is done.”
She turns back to her creation. I know nothing of Omega nests, but it is beautiful to my eyes.
Crawling forward, she finds the center of the nest. Here she lays on her back, opens her legs, and stuffs her fingers into her pussy with a groan. “Please,” she says. “I’m so hot. I need you inside me. Both of you.”
“Fuck!” I mutter. I didn’t think I could get any harder, but my dick jerks at her words.
“I gave you an order,” Gage growls on the other side of the chamber, still pacing, monster cock jutting out and making me twitchy on Jessa’s behalf.
I turn back to Jessa. There is no hesitation as I clamber into the nest. I don’t even care that every inch of my body is aching like a bastard. Taking hold of her wrists, I tug her fingers from her wet pussy.
I don’t expect her to fight.
“Uff!” Her small feet plant in the center of my chest, and she strains to kick me off.
“I want Gage!”
Gage chuckles, the bastard. “She is going into heat, mutt,” he says. “She won’t let you claim her unless you show her who is in charge.”
He doesn’t need to tell me fucking twice. Grasping her ankle, I tug her closer and open her legs. With a wrist in each hand, I pin her still and bury my head between her slim thighs. She struggles until I get my tongue all up into her drenched pussy.
I feel like I’ve been starved for the taste of her, and I can never get enough. She tastes fucking delicious, and I dive in and feast. Shifting her wrists to one hand, I slide two fingers in to find the little rough spot that gushes her slick.
“Mnnnn!”
Twitching wildly, she strains to escape, but I keep working that spot as I suck on her clit.
She comes, squirting a great gush all over my fingers and the nest.
“That didn’t work out so well,” Gage mutters. “She needs to be fucked.”