The Light in Us

64. Teddy

64

Teddy

“ I t’s Saturday,” I announce as I breeze into Fallon’s room the next morning. “Rise and shine, fuckers.”

Literally.

Clearly, she and Wilder graduated here sometime after he rocked her world. Several times.

Soundproofing is becoming a priority.

Not because I care. Because I’m a jealous little shit, and I want some Fallon time.

I bounce on top of them, and Wilder groans, throwing his arm over Fallon to shield her. “It’s ridiculously early, Teddy bear.”

“Wrong, knothead,” I sing. I flick his ear smugly. “It’s after lunch, and you haven’t fed your omega.”

The speed at which he shoots upright is hilarious. “What?”

I immediately dive into his vacated spot, snuggling up to Fallon and mentally praying that they moved here after making all the wet spots. She pats my arm. “Morning, Teddy bear.”

God, her voice is all throaty and husky in the morning.

“Rowan and Fox have abandoned us,” I whine. “And Zeke has gone again—,”

This time, Wilder flicks my ear.

Shit.

Fallon’s eyes open fully. “He has?”

“Mmmm,” I murmur non-committal. “He had an appointment. But it means I get you all to myself.”

Wilder puts his hands on his hips, looking offended. “What am I, scotch mist?”

“Naked scotch mist.” I start snickering as his cheeks turn red – both sets – and he grabs a pillow to shield his bits. “But you also have an appointment. It’s on the calendar.”

“Damn.” He frowns. “I forgot about that. It’s only the garage. I can reschedule.”

“No,” I say primly. “I am stealing my Fallon back, and we’re going to watch movies and sink enough junk food that we have cavities before the end of the day. It’s an omega necessity. Pampering included.”

Fallon’s head pops up at that. “Pampering?”

I smirk at Wilder. “Yep. All the pampering.”

***

This was such a bad idea.

Beneath me, Fallon moans as I run my thumbs down either side of her spine. She wriggles slightly, and my eyes cross. “God, that feels so good.”

Down. Bad boy.

“How do you feel?” I ask her, pushing back up again and pouring a little more oil into my hands. She sighs as I move up to her shoulders, rubbing them.

“Like I’ve been alpha’d ,” she mutters. “But in the best way.”

“Huh.” I shift down, moving onto her bare legs and running my hands over them.

Why the fuck did you think this was a good idea—

I had good intentions, I swear. But now Fallon is half naked and wriggling and oiled , her skin is gleaming, and my cock feels so fucking hard that I’m scared it might actually snap off.

It would be a real shame to lose the eighth wonder of the world like that.

“Teddy?”

My cheeks flash scarlet. “Uh. Sorry.”

But she’s propping herself up, glancing over her shoulder. I swallow when she pulls herself up to sit properly, grabbing a blanket and wrapping it around her. “What’s the matter? You can tell me.”

I choke. “I’m fine, I swear.”

She frowns. “No, you’re not.”

“I am!” I almost yelp it, scrabbling backwards as she reaches for me like she’ll give me a damn cuddle . A half-naked, oiled-up cuddle. “I just – uh—,”

Her eyes drop.

So do mine.

And fuck me, it’s about to poke her in the eye.

Fallon bites her lip. Her cheeks flush a beautiful shade of rose, but she lifts her eyes to mine. “Is that… for me? Or just a random thing?”

I swallow. “I wanted to pamper you. Genuinely. It wasn’t a – an excuse or anything. I’m not a creep, I promise.”

I’m desperate to give her everything those fuckers never did. “But – you smell really good, Fallon, and you were making those little noises—,”

Fallon’s lips press over mine, and I still.

I’ve never kissed an omega before.

Fox’s lips are strong. Dominant, even in the feel of his lips on mine. Unyielding.

And Rowan is a little softer.

But Fallon…. I sink into her lush mouth, tasting orange blossoms and the strawberry sweets we ate earlier, and I’m lost.

We both pull away, both of us breathing heavily, and stare at each other.

“Fallon,” I try not to let my voice shake, but I’m pretty sure I fail miserably. “You don’t have to – I mean, I’m not one of your scent-matches.”

“Neither is Rowan,” she says almost shyly. “But we’re all Pack, aren’t we?”

“We are,” I breathe. “Can I… can I kiss you, then?”

When she nods, I almost dive on her. Our noses bump together, and she’s laughing as my lips collide with hers almost clumsily.

You have way more game than this, Teddy-bear.

I cup her cheek, slowing down and really tasting her, this omega who walked into our pack and flipped our lives upside down in the best fucking way possible. The soft sounds she makes as my tongue brushes hers in gentle question has me nudging her down onto the blankets we spread out across the living room floor.

I’m wearing a shirt, but all I can feel under my hands is soft, smooth skin as I touch her, my fingertips lightly skating down her collarbone as she shivers.

When I brush against her breast, we both inhale.

“God, Fallon.” My voice is ragged. “You are…,”

She smiles at me, amber eyes shining. “Can I take off your top?”

I nearly swallow my tongue as she pulls me down, her fingers undoing my buttons until she slides off my shirt.

I press myself against her, and it feels like I can breathe as I dip my mouth to hers, my hand cupping her breast and massaging the skin there before I move lower.

“I want to kiss you here.” I brush her nipple with my finger.

“Here.” Lower, across her stomach.

She sucks in a breath when I brush the shorts she’s wearing. “And here.”

Fallon doesn’t say anything, but she hooks her fingers in her shorts and tugs them down. I catch a glimpse of dewy, dark curls, my throat tightening as I lean in and suck her nipple into my mouth, laving it with my tongue.

I’m an omega. I like to think I’ve learned something about sex in the years I’ve spent having a damn lot of it. And I flip that knowledge, use it shamelessly in my touch, my hands, my lips, until Fallon is gasping beneath me as I nudge her hips wide and inhale.

Fresh fucking nectar. I start with her clit, rubbing it before I carefully fix my lips around it and suck in short pulses. Her gasps turn to moans, Fallon’s hands tangling in my hair as I take my time, learning what she likes.

And what she fucking loves.

And my girl loves me licking her wet little cunt.

Her thighs are shaking around my shoulders after only a few long licks. I sink my tongue inside, thrusting as I chase every drop of her and play with her swollen clit, tracing my fingers around it and down her sensitive, puffy pussy lips.

She pulls me back up far too soon. “I want to play too.”

My eyes widen as Fallon shifts down my body, her hair trailing over my scent. Our scents hang around us in glorious, heavy sheets, chocolate and orange and nutmeg and it’s so fucking spicy that all I want to do is inhale it.

Fallon takes her time inspecting my cock, and it jumps under her finger. “It won’t bite you.”

She grins. “It’s just… different. Like, softer? But it still feels like steel underneath.”

“Yeah,” I say roughly. “And just to warn you, I make a lot of slick. Like… a lot of it.”

Especially when I’m overly-excited. And that doesn’t feel like enough to describe how I feel as Fallon hovers over my cock, holding it gently as she lowers herself and I feel the first brush of her wet heat.

Two matching, needy whines filter into the air.

“Oh my god.”

Both of us twist, panting, to face the door.

Rowan stares at us both. Fox appears over his shoulder, his eyes darkening as he takes us both in. “I can’t leave you two alone for a moment, can I?”

“Please,” I beg. I’m not sure who I’m begging, but Fallon is definitely included at the top of the short list. “ Please , Fallon.”

Fox steps into the room. His hands brush Fallon where she kneels, frozen. “We’ll watch this time. Rowan?”

Rowan is scarlet as he follows Fox over to the sofa. Fallon and I stare, almost hypnotized as Fox sprawls, dragging Rowan down onto his lap and dragging his teeth over his neck. “Carry on.”

Fallon looks back at me. I stare at her.

And she slowly, painfully, fucking gloriously lowers herself onto my aching cock.

“Oh my god.” Her words are a mixture, half-whine, half-moan. “Teddy. You’re so warm .”

I can’t speak. All I can do is watch as Fallon rocks against me, steadying herself on my chest as she raises herself up and then grinds herself down on my dick.

It’s so fucking wet. Both of us are soaking already, and my slick is already flowing as Fallon rides me. I grip her hips, massaging them as our moans ring out and she finds a rhythm.

I’m fucking lost for her. It’s not enough – I want to press myself against her, to feel every inch of her, so I roll us over until I can fuck myself into her slick, heavenly heat.

My hips undulate and her hot pussy clamps down on me. My head presses against her shoulder. “I’m going to—,”

“ Stop .”

Both of us stop at the bark that ripples from our alpha, wide-eyed. My fucking orgasm ebbs away as I twist to face Fox. “ Seriously ?”

He grins at my whine, offers a smaller, more intimate smile to Fallon when she turns her face to his, lips parting. “A little edging is good for the soul.”

Oh my fucking god.

“Start again,” he murmurs, and I pick up the pace, Fallon frantic beneath me as we both chase the orgasm just within—

“Stop.”

Fallon moans, her head tipping back as she pants. “Fox. Please .”

“You’re trying to kill us.”

But fuck me, if our releases aren’t going to be fireworks.

He keeps us hanging for only a few seconds. “Start.”

This time, Fallon is gripping my ass, her ankles hooked around my back as I wrap my hands around her upper back and fuck like my life depends on it.

Her pussy ripples around me before Fox can stop it, and my own orgasm hits so fucking hard that I nearly black out. My cock floods her hot little channel with slick until we’re soaked, the blankets underneath us full of… us.

I collapse onto my side, heaving for air as I tug her down with me. Fallon crawls onto my chest, panting.

Note to self – plan a shower for every time I have sex with Fallon. Or a bath. With candles.

“I’m dead,” I croak. “That was the best damn experience of my life.”

Fallon laughs, her lips brushing my cheek.

And Rowan – Rowan’s groan has us all turning. He pales, his hands slamming down over his jeans.

“Did you just…,”

He buries his face in his hands, still sitting on Fox’s lap. And my alpha is grinning. “Best damn experience of my life, too.”

My laugh comes out as a snorting, muffled choke. “This is amazing. You came in your—,”

“ Teddy !”