by Grey, Aspen
He smelled glorious and his slick was pouring like a good boy, coating my enormous cock and lubricating it perfectly so I could slam into him without hesitation. I hadn’t even been able to hold back when I slid inside of him for the first time. Thankfully, I hadn’t hurt him, because I just simply had to be inside of him.
My fatherly instincts had taken over for at least the last twenty-four hours, and the instant I saw Elijah head upstairs and thought about sneaking up there to fuck him, I started getting hard. There was no way I was going to stay downstairs and fight an erection, so instead of trying to think it away, I took it upstairs to my sexy, delicious mate.
It was rare that Elijah and I found ourselves getting into it without Max around, and it felt like a special little treat that neither of us had indulged in for too long. I watched his ass shake as I fucked him—his hole clutched at my thick shaft as I slid in and out of him, as though trying its best to keep me inside. I felt his sweet spot, that warm mound inside his ass that drove him wild and would inevitably cause his body to shake and his orgasm to overwhelm him. What’s more, I felt my own explosion beginning to form.
My cum was pooling in my balls, getting ready to explode all over him, and that’s where I was going to put it. I don’t know how I knew that he wanted it on him instead of inside him, but I did, and I was more than happy to oblige. I was feeling like a porn star, a performer, a sexual god as I pounded him upstairs while our family rested beneath us. I wanted to see his pretty little face covered in my alpha juices, making him look even sexier than usual.
“You-are-so-god-damn-huh-yoo-yoo-yooge!” he stammered, his breath escaping his lips between each one of my thrusts. His hole was turning pinkish red from all the pounding, and as I moved my hands from his waist to his shoulders, I could see the marks from my fingers, red against his skin where I’d been clutching him tightly.
“Fuck, yes,” I growled, using the extra leverage from my new grip on his body to drive my cock harder and deeper inside of him.
I felt him squeeze tight around me and knew he was on the verge of exploding. His hand was pumping away on his own erection between his legs, and each time I felt my balls slap against his, I felt dirtier and dirtier in the best way possible and knew it wasn’t long before I was ready to unload on him.
“You getting close?” I asked him. “You like feeling my dick inside you?”
“Yes!” he cried out. “Yes, yes, yes!”
“You want to come with me?” I asked him.
“Yes!”
“I’m going to fucking come all over your face,” I told him, thrusting away, spanking his ass with one of my hands, and doing it hard enough to leave a huge red mark. He yelped and I felt his hole tighten again. So I gave him another, this one even harder, that shook his entire body. His hole snatched my cock like a clenched fist and I felt myself go over the edge. Sliding out of him, I snatched whatever hair I could get on his head and pulled him to his knees before me.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I told him. He instantly did. “Stick out your fucking tongue. I’m gonna come.”
I looked at his beautiful, obedient face and then down to his hand, furiously stroking his cock that stood up straight between his legs and felt my orgasm barrel through me like a train.
An enormous shot of my cum sprayed out of me and landed on his chin, tongue, lips, nose and forehead—some of it even continued on and hit the wall of the shower.
“Fuck, yes, baby!” Elijah cried out. I pumped more cum and watched as his dick exploded, fountaining his beta batter up and across his abs and inner thighs. “I’m coming!”
“Come for me,” I told him as I kept shooting my hot load across his cheeks. He closed his eyes to avoid being blinded as I rained down an enormous amount of my seed.
We came together, my hands clutching his hair and my eyes fixed on his dick as it flexed and sprayed his pretty white load all over himself. It was just absolutely fucking incredibly filthy and filled with love at the same time.
My vision flashed and blurred as my orgasm smacked me around, threatening to knock me off balance. I pressed a hand against the wall and slumped forward as the last of my cum poured out of me, letting my cock rest on Elijah’s tongue that hung from his open mouth. I gulped air and breathed deep as I lowered my eyes to his and looked down at the sweet, sexy scene we’d created.
My dick was thick and veiny, still hard as Hell but starting to come down, lying across his face triumphantly like a person’s forearm, while his cheeks and forehead and even the eyelids on his left eye were coated with the cum I’d pumped out all over him like my dick was a fire hose. As I watched, he smiled with his eyes and swallowed the cum I’d put onto his tongue and then slid his lips over the tip of my cock and sucked gently. My body quivered at the oversensitivity.
“Fuck!” I laughed, shuddering and pulling back from him slightly. I wanted to still be inside of him, of course, but the post-orgasm sensation was too much for me to handle. I’d come so much harder than I’d expected, especially from a quickie, having not realized just how incredible our little unexpected session was going to be.
“You taste so good, baby,” Elijah told me, using a finger to push the remainder of my nectar from his face into his mouth and that turned me on even more and made me wonder about going for round two with him. Then I remembered everyone was downstairs and if we were gone for too long, not only would it be rude and our absence would be noted, but people would probably figure out what we were up to.
“Stop that,” I jokingly scolded him, willing my cock to go down—a task that was easier said than done.
“What’s the problem, baby?” he continued, sucking his forefinger clean.
“You’re going to get me all fired up again!” I told him, grabbing him by the arm, pulling him to his feet and kissing him. I could taste some of me on his lips, but it didn’t bother me. In fact, it turned me on even more. Just another primal way of getting down and dirty with my beautiful mate.
“Is that a bad thing?” he teased.
“Yes!” I laughed. “With a house full of people and our babies downstairs? I can’t be up here with you, banging our brains out for the rest of the day!”
He smiled up at me and giggled, obviously thrilled by just how much he was turning me on, and I found the loofah and began to wash us both clean. I would have stayed there for much longer, but eventually I turned off the water and grabbed us both towels.
“That was…unexpected,” Elijah told me as we dried off and I ran my eyes up and down his sweet body. “Amazing! But unexpected.”
“Kind of like our entire relationship?” I suggested. Elijah smiled and nodded.
“Exactly.”
Epilogue
Max
One year later…
Another sunset—another incredible day.
It didn’t feel real. My entire life was like a dream. Every day when I woke up with my two mates, my three little boys, and my incredible house with its gorgeous, breathtaking view of the Pacific Ocean, I pinched myself just to make sure I wasn’t asleep. And every time I wasn’t.
It had been a fantastic day. Elijah and I had been at home with the boys while Sawyer finished up yet another successful victory with his firm, which was basically one of the powerhouses in San Diego and showing no sign of stopping. He was rolling in cash because of it, but that wasn’t what warmed my heart; what made me giddy was seeing him so happy, confident and capable, succeeding at doing something that he loved. And nothing made me happier than making a beautiful home for him to come back to every day after work.
I’d gone into full nesting mode after the boys came, and Elijah was right there with me. He still took the odd job here and there to keep himself busy—installing TVs, diagnosing network problems and repairing computer systems—but he loved being at home with me and the triplets.
They’d all three of them ended up with blue eyes, but instead of dirty blond hair, they had jet-black locks that fell loosely over their shoulder
s as I’d refused to cut it yet. They were such gorgeous little alphas that I wondered whether or not they’d grow up to be models.
Then there will be trouble…
I smiled as Elijah and Sawyer came into the bedroom, Elijah carrying Alexander and Johnny and Sawyer with Leonard in his arms. Something had clearly gotten into him as he couldn’t stop laughing.
“What’s so funny?” I asked as Sawyer set him down on the bed. Shifter children developed much more quickly than human children, both in and out of the womb, and all three of them were fully capable of running around the house at terrifying speeds, which had of course forced us to babyproof everything—not an easy thing in a modern house made of concrete!
“I was tearing up newspaper downstairs,” Sawyer explained as Elijah took a seat beside me and put the other boys down on the bed. “And he just wouldn’t stop laughing at it!”
“Really?” I asked Leonard, pulling off his little t-shirt and nuzzling my nose into his cute little belly, causing him to giggle even more. “Was daddy making you laugh downstairs?”
“He was cracking up!” Elijah chimed in. “So Sawyer just kept tearing and tearing and tearing. I thought the poor guy was going to die from laughter!”
“Oh, he’s just such a cutie!” I said to Leonard, blowing air against his stomach to make funny noises. He toppled over backwards laughing to himself and I snatched the other two and cradled them, one in each arm.
It was like holding two little furnaces. They were always so warm, so soft and cuddly that I couldn’t get enough and they were struggling to get free of my grip several times throughout the day. But these baby boys wouldn’t be children forever, and I had to get in all the cuddles I could before they were too old to let me anymore.
Sawyer stripped off his shirt and I had to avert my eyes as he crawled into bed as to avoid being too turned on. He had somehow gotten into even more incredible shape (if that was possible) and in the same way that I’d developed strange food cravings during my pregnancy, I’d developed an insatiable libido in the last two months. I wasn’t sure if it was just lust or whether my body was crying out for more babies, but whatever the case, both Sawyer and Elijah were driving me crazy with their beautiful bodies. I was finding any excuse to get my mom or Elijah’s parents to come over and take care of them for us so we could sneak away for some “alone time.”
My mom had moved in with us, taking one of the bedrooms on the ground floor. She’d been more than happy to get away from the New York winters and loved the California sunshine. Elijah’s folks had kept their place in Pacific Beach, of course, as it was their home and wasn’t far from us in La Jolla, but we’d helped them out with a whole new set of furniture and a fresh coat of paint to spruce the place up a bit.
Everything had come together. The stars had aligned for us. Fate had brought us together, and all because of Elijah falling asleep inside of me—a thing I would never let him forget.
“Stop it!” he’d say, jokingly slapping me on the arm when I’d remind him about it. But truth be told, if not for that one horrifying moment, we would never have realized the rut we were in. Even if we had, we may never have run into Sawyer, and our beautiful family wouldn’t even exist! As strange as it was for me to say, I was actually happy that had happened.
Elijah slid out of his sweatpants and got into bed with me as Leonard, still giggling, crawled up my legs. Sawyer had bought a special, custom-made bed that fit us all comfortably, which was great, as none of the boys wanted to sleep anywhere but in our arms. That, of course, was fine with me.
The scents of my mates covered me like the blankets of our bed and I closed my eyes to the last rays of sun as my baby boys crawled over me to find their most comfortable spots to sleep. I thought about just how lucky I was, and how many little things had come together to make my life possible.
“Are we in a rut?” That’s what I’d asked Elijah then, now over a year ago, and it was those words that led me here to my beautiful, glorious, nontraditional, happily ever after.
“Love you, guys,” I said, to my mates and my children, and like a choir of love, they all replied back.
“Love you too!”
The End
Scent of the Author
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Book 2 - An Alpha for Two
Contents
1. Perry
2. Jedrik
3. Roberto
4. Perry
5. Jedrik
6. Perry
7. Jedrik
8. Roberto
9. Perry
10. Roberto
11. Jedrik
12. Perry
13. Jedrik
14. Roberto
15. Jedrik
16. Perry
17. Roberto
18. Jedrik
19. Perry
20. Roberto
21. Jedrik
22. Jedrik
23. Perry
24. Roberto
25. Jedrik
26. Perry
27. Jedrik
28. Roberto
Epilogue
Scent of the Author
Chapter One
Perry
“One regular green tea!” I called out as the snobby-looking girl with a torn t-shirt handed me her debit card, her eyes barely even registering my existence. “Will that be all?”
I thought my question would force her to look back at me, but I guess not. I was still clinging to that last bit of hope that I had inside that humanity wasn’t complete shit, but as she laughed and waved to her friends who were standing by the patio taking selfies, I felt that bit of hope waning.
“Miss?” I repeated, getting her attention finally. “Will there be anything else?”
“Oh, no!” she replied as though my question was idiotic. I swiped her card and spun the tablet around to her.
“Just a signature here,” I told her, not even bothering to tell her about the tip screen that came next. Of course she wouldn’t be leaving me one. But as I turned away to grab her iced tea, I actually saw her enter in an amount and confirm it before heading back to her friends who raised their cameras for more selfies.
I guess maybe she figured giving me a tip would make up for her rude behavior, but to be honest, I’d rather deal with nice people all day and make a little less money than have to suffer as a slave to entitled assholes who thought that paying me off was an excusable way to live their lives.
“Oh, God!” one of her friends cackled. “I look like I have five chins!”
“My tits look awful from this angle! Hold the camera higher!”
“Guys, get the sun in the background!”
“No, don’t do that! It makes everything glare!”
“Yeah, but then the light won’t be all over my face. I have, like, no makeup on today!”
My patience was flickering like a candle at the end of its wick, and I looked behind me at the giant white clock hanging on the wall beneath the artificial herb garden and saw that it was only four o’clock.
Two more hours, I thought as Chrissy slid past me to the espresso machine.
“Right behind you,” she warned me as I grabbed the pitcher of green tea and reached for a plastic cup.
“Here you go, babe.”
It was Roberto, my boyfriend’s voice. He stepped up beside me and set the cup down, his sweet smell—ripe mangos—wafting familiarly over me.
“Thanks,” I said with a quick smile. His eyes, strong and brown, were like a warm embrace that always helped me feel like the day wasn’t going to be as long or as hard as it ended up being. He was the light in my life—the only thing steady or strong that I could rely on.
After all, I ran away as a teenager to escape a household of abuse, infidelity, alcoholism and general c
haos. I’d caught a bus out of Michigan to San Diego and never looked back. I didn’t know what had happened to my mother and father, whether or not they were even alive, and frankly, I didn’t care.
“Don’t worry about the princess,” he told me, obviously having overheard the most recent transaction. “She’ll be single and lonely in ten years, crying herself to sleep in a house filled with cat piss.”
I swallowed a laugh as I poured her drink and put a lid on the cup. It occurred to me that I hadn’t even gotten her name, so I slid the drink onto the counter and simply called out, “Ice green tea!”
By the scrambling around in her group by the patio, I was pretty sure she’d heard me, so I quickly wiped my hands on my apron and headed out back. The swinging door creaked as I booted it open and I made my way past the old sink and leaned back against the enormous refrigerator and closed my eyes. I heard Roberto follow me out and smiled as he took my hand.
“Don’t worry, babe,” he said comfortingly. “Only two more hours.”
“Two hours of Hell,” I joked—only sort of.
“Hey, at least we have a job,” he replied.
“Yeah…,” I grumbled.
“Or else we’d be out on the streets with the rest of the homeless.”
As if you need to remind me.
Our apartment in Pacific Beach was barely affordable as it was, and that was with both of us working at least forty hours a week. Without our jobs here at Coffee First, we’d be in big trouble.
