Building a Pack is Ruff, Part 1 (The Pack Pets Omegaverse #2)

7. Sam

Chapter 7

A fter putting up lunch supplies, I let Jake back in. I left him outside to give Teddy and Kelly some space while they got cleaned up and ate. But this is Jake’s house as much as mine, and despite my talk of him being a guard dog, he really is just a big floppy cuddle fiend. He bounds into the house, nearly knocking me over in his search for Kelly and more attention before stalling out, and wagging himself in circles around Teddy.

Teddy reaches down and rubs his hand over the top of Jake’s head, flopping his ears around, and Jake immediately drops to the ground, groaning loudly and demanding belly rubs.

I wonder if that would work for me with either one of them?

That thought, of course, flashes my mind back to Kelly earlier in my driveway squatting down in the short dress to pet him, and I have to reach down to adjust myself again. I feel like a fucking letch.

Kelly comes back from the bathroom, and I grab the bottles of water and soda I pulled out of the fridge, just in case either one of them needs a drink. The alpha part of me wants to take care of both of them, make sure they’re fed and comfortable, and keep them here. I’m amazed that Teddy agreed to stay earlier, and my mind is circling, wondering how I can ask him to stay longer than the next week, like, maybe forever.

Kelly walks over to him and kneels on the floor next to Jake, rubbing her hands in big strokes down his stomach. His tail is thumping both the coffee table and the couch, and he wiggles from side to side enjoying all the attention. I watch Teddy watching Kelly, the man looks as jealous as I feel right now. The major difference is he does something about it, bringing his hand down and touching Kelly’s head as it’s bent over Jake. Rubbing his fingers down her hair and through the curls spiraling down her back. Her head tilts up and their eyes meet, her mouth drops open in a little moan as he twists his hand, looping the hair around it, and tugging lightly.

These jeans are not going to do a fucking thing to hide my erection.

Fuck.

I carry the drinks in, sitting them on the coffee table and looking down at Kelly, her eyes are slightly glassy as she continues to stare up at the omega.

Fuck, I want him to be my omega… my omega and my beta in my house.

A low possessive growl rumbles through my chest, and Teddy smirks at me before releasing Kelly’s hair and offering his hand to help her stand up. “This is what I was talking about earlier, Kelly. I want you, I want Sam too, and I’m pretty sure the feeling’s mutual.” He looks at me for confirmation and I’m sure I’m doing an admirable impersonation of a bobble head.

“As far as my inner omega is concerned, you two are already mine. Now, I really want to kiss you, maybe more. But there’s no pressure, I’m here for at least a week. Do you think you might want to see where this goes?” Kelly’s cheeks are bright red as she looks between the two of us, and I can practically hear the wheels turning in her mind.

She addresses Teddy, as he seems to have taken charge. “Is that…normal? I mean, I don’t want to get in the way of you and your alpha? I don’t know…um…how everything would work?”

Teddy lets out a low chuckle, capturing her chin and tipping her face towards his. “Oh, Pixie, I can think of at least five different ways that this would work with the three of us together, another seven if we’re only together two at a time, but to be fair, I’ve only had this afternoon to come up with it, so if you give me a little time, I’m sure I can figure out a few more.”

She’s intent on his face, searching for the truth behind what he just said, if he actually wants her, if an alpha and an omega can share a beta. It’s rare, I’ll admit, but I’ve never wanted anyone like I do these two. I’ve never seen myself forming any sort of a pack after what happened with Joseph; I always just thought it would be me and Jake. Now that the possibility for more has presented itself, I want it. I want it so damned much.

Teddy

I don’t want to push, I don’t want to scare Kelly away, but I need her to make a decision, because I’m all in. Sam seems to be too, if the look of hunger in his eyes is any indication. It’s odd because while I’ve met and been rejected by a ton of packs, I never actually cared before. There’s something about Sam that feels completely mine, and now that I found him, he’s going to have to pry me off with a fuckin’ crowbar if he wants to get rid of me.

“This doesn’t need to go any farther right now, Pixie, I just need to know if you want this…want us…before I get any more attached. Ok? Omegas tend to fall hard and fast when they find their pack, I want you both to be mine.” I watch Kelly’s throat bob a couple of times as she tries to get her bearings, her mind spinning back on anything she knows about alphas and omegas.

It’s not much if I’m remembering correctly what they teach in biology. We all went to the same classes, but then alphas went to a separate class and omegas or suspected omegas went in a different group, and the betas were released early. It’s no wonder she’s confused, but as long as she’s ok with trying, a pack of three sounds just about perfect right now.

“I think…as long as it’s ok with Sam”—she nods towards him—“that I’d like to try. I mean, I have a lot to learn. I don’t know much of anything about alphas or omegas, but I know you two feel right…You make me feel like I’m home.”

I cut off anything else she’s about to say, scooping her up into my arms, and kissing her until her mouth opens under mine. She lets out a low needy moan, and I pull away enough to see Sam has moved in behind her. His hands come down and lift her thighs, wrapping them around my hips as we sandwich the little beta between our two big bodies.

My hands come up to cup her face, memorizing her, my thumb tracing the line of her jaw, her eyebrow. When it skates over her mouth her tongue flicks out and I bite my lip to stifle the omega whine that’s trying to escape. “Do we need to stop, Pixie? The choice is up to you. I’ll be happy to drag Sam upstairs by myself if this is moving too fast for you.” Kelly shakes her head, which I think means to keep going, but I need actual consent here. “Words, Pixie. Stop or keep going?”

“Going, please Teddy. Keep going.” Her hushed whisper is barely a breath across my face. But Sam hears it too, if his rumbly groan is any indication. His hands slide from her thighs to my hips, pulling me tighter against the two of them. I’m already hard as a fucking rock with her grinding against me, whimpering every time she rolls her hips against my length.

I look over her shoulder, meeting Sam’s eyes. This is his house, and I’m the omega, but if he wants me to be in charge, I can. He nods and my hands drop to wrap around Kelly’s shoulder and under her ass so he can step away. She cuddles against me as the cooler air hits her back. Sam runs his hand down her hair and across my fingers before turning and leading us up the stairs.

It takes a bit of balance, but Kelly isn’t heavy enough to cause me problems walking up stairs while carrying her. We follow Sam into what I can only assume is the master bedroom. It’s huge, with a large captain’s bed in the center, and neatly stacked bookshelves lining the rest of the wall. There’s an old brick fireplace recessed into the opposite end of the room with closed doors on either side. Large windows cover the wall across from the entry, looking out over the small back garden and trees behind the house. I can’t see his workshop from this point, but I bet if I walked over near the fireplace, I’d see it setting off to the side.

The floor is wood, but mostly covered by large rugs. Runners on both sides of the bed, and another large one at the end. I’m mildly ashamed that I know what runners are, but home decorating is a mandatory class if you want to go to college at the omega center. So is cooking and sewing, but I still burned every damned thing I tried to make in the kitchen. I can make some pretty awesome patches for my jacket now, so I guess that’s a win.

Sam’s standing beside the bed, hand rubbing the back of his neck like he’s not sure what to do next, and I chuckle a little at his discomfort. He’s older than I am, but I wonder how much experience he has being a lone alpha. The poor guy looks a little lost.

Kelly wiggles in my grip, grinding against my erection and I don’t try to suppress the whine that slips out, causing her to freeze and stutter out an apology. I rub my nose up the side of her neck, taking in as much of her scent as I can get. A shudder runs through my frame. She smells like mine, so does Sam. I want to pull her against me, see if I can get her to grind harder. I nip at the tender skin of her neck, and her arms tighten around me, her body twitching. Sam is watching us now, and I wonder where the dominant alpha from downstairs went. The one who helped me cage her between us.

“Kelly girl, I need you to look at me, ok?” She pulls back, her eyes are shuttered and her face flushed. “Kelly, do you want this, do you want Sam and me? Completely? Are we moving too fast for you?” Consent is key, I’m not sure how many times that’s been drilled in at the omega center. I mean, I always knew it was important, but it never really clicked with how important. Kelly’s head bobs up and down loosely, and the dark chuckle I hear from Sam snaps my own spine straight.

There’s the alpha I want.

I can be dominant, despite being an omega, and I always was with Vee. He wasn't submissive unless it was just the two of us. He was never super dominant with anyone, but he always deferred to me. That was before my designation came in. Would he be more dominant now? What does his alpha bark sound like? And why do I care when I’ll never see him again?

Kelly’s stuttered reply yanks me out of my downward spiral. Her breath warm against my neck. “Yes, Teddy. I want you both. I’m just nervous. This is all new territory for me.” Her eyes are huge as they meet mine, big and brown and so deep I could drown in them. Bringing one hand up to rub the back of her neck, I comb my fingers through her hair, using it as an excuse to trace down her spine and back under her ass to keep her against me. Her tiny moan turns into a helpless giggle and I note that she’s ticklish for later.

My eyes meet Sam’s over her shoulder, nodding slightly, silently asking him to step back in, and relieved when he takes the hint. His hands come around Kelly’s front, unbuttoning her shorts, and then sliding up her stomach as she shudders against me. Her arms loosen and she leans into Sam, one hand reaching up to wrap around the back of his neck as well. His low growl sends a shiver up my spine, and my hips jerk against Kelly where she still has us pinned together with her legs.

Sam takes the opening she gives, his hands tracing up under her shirt, cupping her through her bra. I can see his fingers moving under the thin material in front of me, caressing her stiff nipples through the fabric. One hand disappears, sliding behind her, and then the whole thing comes loose and drops to the floor.

Kelly lets out a loud giggle. “Sorry, it’s strapless, I had to wear it for that dress.” Sam rumbles his appreciation for full access against the side of her throat and her laughter turns into a high moan as he cups her breasts again with no fabric between their skin. Fuck, but I want to taste her. See if she tastes as light and sweet as she smells.

Now that Sam is supporting her as well, my hand slides around her thigh, up her waist, and pushes up her shirt so I can bend forward and taste her skin. She’s so soft, and smooth as silk under my lips as I lave her right peak with my tongue, causing her to jerk and moan. Sam pulls gently at the left, as he nips his teeth against the exposed column of her throat. Soon she’s a writhing mess between us, whimpering in need and rolling her hips against me. Sam’s eyes flash up to mine, and I realize he’s wearing entirely too much clothing. Hell, we all are.

“Do you want to see your sexy alpha without a shirt, Little Pixie?” I practically purr against her chest. And she lets out a whimper at the touch of my teeth against her tender flesh. Her head tilts up, meeting Sam’s eyes, nodding to him.

Sam growls and steps back. Pulling free of her hold, he strips his shirt off in one quick move and my mouth goes dry. His torn and faded jeans sit low on his hips, showing off most of his v-cut, and hugging the thick outline of his erection. His abs make me feel more than a little self-conscious about my own thicker shape. I guess working for the fire department he has to stay in shape—and what a fucking shape it is.

I drag my eyes away to take in Kelly’s reaction, and her head is tilted back as she stares. Her tongue coming out to wet her lips makes me think I’m not the only one who wants to lick the alpha pop in front of us. Part of me is tempted to set her down so we can do just that, see how long it takes the two of us together to bring Sam to his knees, literally.

This train of thought isn’t hindered any when he pops the button on those already low jeans and slides them off, his cock springing free and thumping against his stomach. His knot already swelling slightly at the base.

I let out a needy little whine as Kelly wiggles against me. Sam lets out a small laugh, both hands coming down to cover himself. “I’m feelin’ a little underdressed over here bein’ the only one naked.” The tips of his ears are red, and I finally release my arms, letting Kelly squirm free. All her earlier hesitation seems gone as she takes in Sam, standing in front of us. She lifts her own shirt over her head, leaving only those tiny little shorts trying to slide down her hips with the button undone.

Sam growls low and deep, stepping up to our beta, and cupping her chin. Dragging her lips to his, he claims her mouth, devouring her moans as he lowers his hands to wrap around her waist. He shoves against her shorts until they drag her blue panties with them to the floor. Not breaking the kiss, he wraps his hands under her ass, lifting her and wrapping her legs around his waist. She seems completely lost in him, nipping at his bottom lip before nuzzling her face against his scruffy jaw, and down his neck.