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

29. Sam

Chapter 29

J ake prances around my feet, waiting to see if I drop any food off the counter. I heard him scratching at the back door when I came in to start dinner and immediately let him in. He ran a tight circle around the kitchen island and then slid under the table to roll around on his back. But he only took a couple of minutes to defrost and by the time Garret walked in, Jake was already in full on begging mode.

With two extra people, I’m going to need to extend the table for this…and hope I have a couple of extra chairs.

Maybe we should just eat in the living room.

I set Garret to pulling out ingredients for a potato and leek soup. It’s hearty and should be easy to make enough for everybody, and it gives me an excuse to make a side salad. Kelly needs more leafy greens.

Just as I start to chop up the potatoes Steven walks in and tells us that Teddy and Kelly went to get cleaned up and into dry clothes. My mouth waters and my dick twitches in my pants imagining what they might be doing in the shower together. I cast a surly eye over my “houseguests” because if they weren’t here, I could go join my pack.

Having delivered his message, Steven meanders back towards the living room, while Garret just stands there being useless. Is that a fair assessment? No. But I don’t rightly give a shit after how my omega reacted to them earlier today. I would have been totally fine leaving them in their fucking car if it didn’t upset Teddy.

That’s a lie…I don’t know what I would have done, but bringing them home was sure as hell not my first choice. Cutting the bottom end of the leeks, I open and clean them, before passing them off to Garret to dice for the soup. Then I put some bacon in the oven for toppings and finish cutting up potatoes. Putting everything in the Dutch oven, I leave Garret to stir it—on pain of no food—and go to check on my pack.

Walking into the living room, I immediately see why Teddy says he’s a switch, as he’s very aggressively kissing the whimpering alpha on the couch. The man has turned into a sodden puddle of need as he begs repeatedly for something, his whispered words nothing but a jumble of pleas as Teddy’s hand fist his hair. Holding him in place to bite and suck down his throat, leaving red marks along his jaw and neck—there is a clear outline of teeth marks to be seen where the collar of his shirt is pulled aside.

A small moan draws my attention to the other side of the room—Kelly is staring intently at the two on the couch. Her front teeth are sunk into her bottom lip, and I want to go replace it with my own, pull her close and nibble on it. Her scent isn’t as strong as Teddy’s, but her arousal is clear in the air. I’m torn for a moment, wanting to mark them both, stake my claim on each of my pack members. But Teddy seems to be doing well enough on his own, so I stride across the room, scooping Kelly into my arms and carrying her back to Teddy’s room. The room itself smells like a shower, and I can scent him on the shirt she’s wearing. Fuck, I need to claim her now, need her to smell like me too. Double fuck, all the condoms are upstairs.

I was worried on Saturday; I didn’t want to do anything to scare them away. But the way they reacted to my taking control was promising, more so after seeing Teddy on the couch earlier. He looks like he understands the need for control: aggression, pleasure with just the hint of pain to help it blossom. And that’s what it is, a need. I need to take care of them in every way possible, my alpha won’t let me be any other way. I hope they’re willing to give up control, at least in this. Willing to let me take care of them.

I sit down on the bed, turning her to straddle my lap. Rubbing my jaw along hers, I start trailing kisses down the column of her neck. I wonder if she would be upset if I marked her neck like Teddy was doing to Steven on the couch. Scraping my teeth over the skin at the base of her throat, I’m rewarded with a low moan and her tiny body wriggling against me. I lick over the same place, but this time she giggles, her chin coming down to block my access. Ahh, she’s ticklish. That could be fun for later, but not now. I need to use firmer pressure.

I trail kisses up her neck, causing more squirming and giggling. It’s adorable, but not really what I’m going for right now. A quick nip on her earlobe makes her twitch in a different way and moan again. I’m starting to wonder if my little beta likes a little pain with her pleasure. Running my hands down her sides, I cup her ass and squeeze a little harder than would be comfortable. Her shocked gasp and roll of her hips against my stiff cock is a good sign and I bury my face in her shoulder, nipping and sucking on the tender skin there.

I need to mark her, need to make sure everyone who sees her knows she’s taken. Even if that’s only in the house. If I can’t leave a permanent mark right now, I’m gonna do my damnedest to at least leave a few temporary ones. I bite down harder where her neck meets her shoulder and she shudders against me, a loud whimper slipping out, her hips grinding down on me. I grab her ass in a bruising grip, pulling her against me and thrusting against her heated core as her movements grow more frantic. Her hands come up to tangle in my hair, pulling and twisting against my scalp...and I am about to embarrass myself.

Holy Fuck.

Slow down Sam.

You do not want to have to walk back to your bedroom with a fucking come stain on your jeans.

Maybe I should just leave her wrapped around me and go upstairs that way…It should work just as well as marking her.

But it might embarrass her.

Another alpha would get the message though…still, I don’t want to upset her.

Oh no, looks like there’s only one thing to do.

Standing up, I turn around and lay her on the bed, legs draped over the side before I slide her snowflake sleep pants down her legs. Hmm, no panties. The logical part of my mind tells me it’s because she had a shower and hasn’t had time to finish getting ready for bed. The illogical alpha side says “Fuck it, open invitation!”

Guess which one I listen to?

Dropping to my knees I wrap her thighs over my shoulders, leaning in to swipe my tongue up her slit. She doesn’t have a sweet taste like Teddy does, being a beta. It’s more of a salty-tangy flavor with just a hint of her lilac scent, and it makes me growl low in the back of my throat. Her hips wiggle away as she giggles again.

Ok, so that’s not gonna work.

How did Teddy do this on Saturday?

Wrapping my arms up over her thighs, I pull her back to my mouth. From this angle my thumbs can hold her open so I can taste her properly. I bring my face up to her core and the low growl rumbles out again, causing her to twitch and try to pull away. So, maybe the vibrations from that are what’s causing the problem. Pulling her tight against me, I swipe my tongue hard over her clit and am finally rewarded with a low groan and her legs tightening around my head.

Gauging her response between hard licks to sucking to scraping my teeth over her, she soon has her hands fisted in my hair again, pulling me against her. She seems to like the sucking best, followed by light teeth. But while she’s moaning and grinding against me, it isn’t pushing her over the edge. Unwinding my arm, I drop her leg down to the outside of my shoulder, her whole body is shaking and I briefly wonder if my growl would still tickle at this stage. But I need to feel her come, so I’m not going to sabotage myself by experimenting right now.

Now that she’s spread open for me, I lean forward again, thrusting my tongue inside of her. Her back bows off the bed, so I insert two fingers, and she is so fucking slick right now. There’s still a tight squeeze, because she’s so small in comparison, but her whole body shudders and I clench down on her thigh, my fingers leaving white indents on her soft skin. Her head thrashes from side to side as I pump my fingers inside her, and when I pull out to add a third, she lets out a needy whimper that almost makes me come in my fucking pants.

Using the hand that’s already slick with her juices, I reach down to pop the button on my jeans and unzip enough to pull out my cock, hoping it’ll relieve some of the pressure. I’m so fucking hard right now I could probably use it to hammer nails—I wanna hammer her . Taking a deep breath to center myself and keep from coming I get a flood of her scent, and it almost tips me over the edge.

So that wasn’t a great idea on my part.

I groan as her lilac scent fills my lungs.

But fuck it all, there is no protection down here. Instead, when I bring my fingers back up, I turn my head when I thrust them inside her, biting down on the inside of her thigh. Not hard enough to break the skin, but there will definitely be a bruise there. I almost lose my grip when her hips jackknife off the bed and she lets out a long keening cry. I secure my hold to keep her from flopping off the bed entirely, and yeah, that’s probably gonna leave more bruises. Fuck, I hope she doesn’t hate me after this. I love the idea of marking her, as long as I don’t actually hurt her.

She finally settles down, and I scissor my fingers at her entrance, earning me another heated moan. If she’s comfortable with it, I’d like to practice to see if she’ll be able to enjoy being knotted one day. Just the idea freaks some betas out, but fuck, I can only hope she wants to try as much as I do. Pulling my fingers free, I give one last long lick from core to clit, gathering up her taste so I can keep her on my tongue as I stand up. Maybe if Teddy’s done making out with Steve on the couch, I can go give him a taste.

Standing up, I’m still painfully hard. Kelly sits up and reaches for me, but I gently grab her hands. The little pout she gives me is adorable and I lean down to nip at her lips. “Soon, Sugar. I don’t have condoms down here, and I want to be inside you when I come.” She gives a full body shiver and pulls one hand free from my grip to reach out and stroke me. I’m already leaking pre-come like a fucking faucet and my pants are about to be a mess.

I grab her hand again and pull it away. She grins up at me in response, like the mischievous pixie that Teddy keeps calling her. “If you wanna be a brat, Sugar, I can treat you like one. But that means you’re going over my knee later and I’m going to have to redden that pretty little ass before I fuck you tonight. Is that what you want?” It’s impossible to miss the way her eyes get bigger and her breathing speeds up. Still holding her hands, I pull her forward so I can kiss her properly. I plunder her mouth, making sure she can taste herself on me before pulling back, I leave her breathless and reaching for me.

“Come on, I need to go finish dinner so I can feed everybody. Can you check on Teddy, see if he made a mess on the couch?” That playful smirk is back on her lips, but she slides her pajama pants back on, wiggling a little once they’re in place.

“I still feel all slippery and squishy down there.” She smirks up at me and I groan again. Fuck, this dinner better hurry the fuck up so I can carry her upstairs.