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Dean squirmed under her as Cas got out of the bed to go deal with his overbearing brother. She hoped that it wasn’t the whole damn family that had come. They wouldn’t, would they?
“Hey, our big, strong mate is going to go deal with the situation,” she told Dean, stroking his forehead in a way she thought should be comforting. She didn’t normally do comforting, but she tried her best. “He does the family stuff. He’s better at it.”
Dean didn’t settle down. Not really. He stopped moving, but she could feel how tense he was underneath her. Not really a good feeling for your Omega while you were knotting him. She wanted him to be enjoying this, their first real knot alone together. In a bed. Last night, when she and her angel had had him at the same time. That was spectacular.
This was special though. It was especially tender towards the end. It’d started out as needy, at least on her part. Cas had been teasing both of them, edging Dean closer and closer to coming, but never quite letting him get there. She recognized his technique as something he’d done to her many, many times. Cas ate pussy like a gourmand, not like a starving man. He lingered, savoring. It could really put a girl on edge. Just seeing it done to Dean had gotten her so raging and ready to go. He really was a cocktease, that Alpha of hers. Not that she couldn’t have gotten up from her emails and shut the door on them. It was distracting, but the kind of stuff she’d been doing, she could have done with a quarter of her brain. So she’d kept watching. Kept enjoying the show and the pretty moans that her unicorn had made Dean make.
There was just something about the way Dean had slid further and further down the wall until Cas more or less kept him upright against it, Dean’s bare legs getting wrapped around Cas’s suit clad shoulders, Dean’s fingers weaving into Cas’s hair, messing it up from neatly combed. Cas’s hair would have been a hot mess by mid morning anyway, but Dean had definitely turned it to sex hair early.
Finally, it had gotten to where she had wrapped up enough loose ends. She couldn’t take just watching them a second longer. She was pretty sure Cas had planned it this way anyway, wanting to incite her to this.
Cas was just ready to join them in bed, maybe if she was lucky, he’d want to take her while she was still knotted inside Dean, which sounded like a hell of a lot of fun. There’d been that time….
But no, stupid Michael had knocked and interrupted them. An hour before anyone else was supposed to be there. He was a good man, Michael, maybe one of the best, and his wife Anael was wild. She always thought that maybe the rest of the family had verged on not wanting to support Cas and her’s Alpha/Alpha marriage, but then Michael and Anael had stepped in. Of course, their ‘all acts of love and pleasure…’ schtick kind of made it all a lot less fun. Sometimes, the whole point was to be dirty and filthy. What the point if you weren’t at least a little naughty?
“But Jack’s here,” Dean said, interrupting her glow. Right. “He needs me. I’m sure of it.”
“If Jack is here, he has Daddy Cas,” Meg assured Dean. “He will be just fine. Better than fine. He loves every minute he can be a Dad. If I know Cas, he’ll take Jack to get pancakes. Or waffles.”
“Waffles sounds pretty good right now,” Dean said. His stomach rumbled a little. There hadn’t been time to get Dean some breakfast before Cas had started making a breakfast out of him. If she knew Cas, she knew that he would no doubt call in a room service order for them scheduled to arrive at about the time he would estimate Meg and Dean would be able to separate out of their tie.
“It does,” Meg said. “With whipped cream slathered all over.”
Then she had a sudden, wicked thought about her Omega with whipped cream slathered over him. Not down below, which no one with a pussy needed that amount of sugar down there. Maybe over his perfect tits. They were about exactly the size of one of those coupe glasses. Like a dessert size portion. And what else would you top dessert with? She tried to put it out of mind because they didn’t really have time for that kind of extra deluxe sex, as appetizing as it would be. Dean, for his part, kind of blushed and then looked down. Maybe she was making some kind of greedy expression?
Dean said, “I wonder if room service would send up one of those cans of whipped cream.”
She didn’t say anything. Was he picturing the same kind of thing he was?
“I mean, it’s probably not as sexy as it sounds. Probably more sticky than sexy, but maybe it’d be hot for you to clean it off my tits with your mouth,” Dean said.
Meg groaned, picturing just that, in detail. Her cock jerked again inside of him, one of the mini orgasms Alphas might have while still knotted inside of an Omega, another little ejaculation.
“We don’t have time to try,” she said. “But we will try it sometime. I wanna make a meal out of you.”
“You just want the whipped cream,” Dean teased. “I know you dig it. That’s your can of it hidden in the back of the fridge.”
“Guilty,” She admitted.
“Had another odd thought that sounded hot,” Dean admitted.
“If we can make it happen without hitting one of our icks, we’ll make it happen,” Meg promised. Cas in particular was good, giving and game. Cas was up for just about anything in all kinds of ways. “Tell me. Because honestly, I like your naughty ideas so far.”
That was true.
“When one of you have knotted me, the other one feeds me. Food. Not cock, though I’m open to that too. But feeds me until I’m super full. Like you’re trying to make me chubby.”
Honestly, Dean looked like he could use a few pounds on him, at least for an Omega. But that was neither here nor there. Not that Cas and she had ever gone in for anything like that, she thought that Cas, in particular, might be very, very into that kind of thing. She had a picture of Dean on her lap, locked in place on her knot, her holding his arms. Cas hand feeding their Omega until he was stuffed, in both meanings of the word.
“We’re definitely making that happen,” she said, maybe a little too quickly. “Besides, once you get pregnant, Cas is going to be all about taking care of you and providing for you. When I was knocked up with Jack, I could hardly turn around without him shoving a plate of something my way. He’s definitely going to try and feed you up. The nurturing and providing instincts are turned up to eleven in our Alpha.”
“Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah, the nurturing instincts are really his jam,” she promised. Sometimes it felt like they had to be, to make up for her lack of them. She thought she made up for that, at least a little, with her protective instincts. “He’ll be feeding you up. Getting you any of those weird pregnancy cravings, or at least having someone deliver them.”
She thought about how when she was pregnant with Jack, how much she’d craved iron rich food- red meat mostly. Especially this Beef Salad that they made at a Thai restaurant near home. It’d been just the right amount of spicy, salty and sour. Cas had paid them some extravagant sum to open early one day, so she could get it for breakfast, because it had been the only thing her body had wanted. Her little Jack had been made mostly out of that salad but she hadn’t been able to stand it since then.
“You think Cas is still going to think I’m hot when I’m all pregnant and fat?” Dean asked.
She thought about that for only a second. “If anything, that’s going to make you even hotter to him. Dude’s got a serious pregnancy kink going on.”
If only she’d felt less miserable during her own pregnancy with Jack. She seriously could have been having some of the best sex in her life. Not that the sex she’d been able manage hadn’t been good. She wondered what her own reaction to seeing her mate all plump would be. Pretty good if she had to guess by her reactions so far.
***
It’d been amazing, tied up on Meg’s knot, but like it always does, it had to end. She slowly softened and then slid out of him, separating them. It was getting to the time Meg said they’d been planning to check out and get on the road to Sioux Falls, to meet Bobby.
Just like Meg had predicted, there was a knock on the door hardly a second after the time they’d stumbled out of bed and wandered into the sitting room of the suite, dressed in the fluffy white robes. Room service. A guy in the hotel uniform pushed a cart loaded with covered plates into the room, didn’t even seem to notice that the two of them and the whole suite probably reeked of sex smells or that their hair was all over the place. He set it all up and got out of there so fast it was almost like he wasn’t even there.
Before long, Dean settled at the kitchenette table, still in his robe, and tore into his waffle. There were strawberries. And whipped cream. Not one of the cans of it, but a separate serving dish. He couldn’t help but blush a little as he thought about what they’d talked about earlier. Meg cleaning it off his body with her mouth. She looked at the dish of fluffy, white clumps of stiff cream at the same time and then at him with a hunger that didn’t seem to have anything to do with the strawberry waffle spread on the table.
They didn’t have a lot of time before they had to be on the road but he couldn’t resist. He untied his robe again, opened it, exposing his top. She was around the table in seconds. He scooped a small dab of the cream with his finger, then decided on a slightly larger dab. Dean did just a touch or two to each of his nipples before she was on him. She squeezed gently, lifting them a little, enjoying the jiggle before she latched her mouth over the cream, her tongue swiping, cleaning him off, then reaching for the other tit.
“Gonna have to try this for real when we have time,” Meg said, pulling off him reluctantly, but she grabbed his hand and guided it to her cock, so that he could feel that she was hard again already. Not just hard but aching to go. She groaned so prettily when he stroked her, squeezing a little at the fleshy place on the shaft where her knot would soon grow. “Look what you do to me, but there’s not enough time, even if I don’t knot you.”
“Just a quick ride?” Dean asked.
“No, Dean,” she said.
“Yes, Dean.”