Chapter Eighteen
Julius
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Having Eden back in their arms was a dream he did not think they would ever have again.
The fact that Eden's bravery and determination was the reason they were released in the first place brought out a surge of some foreign emotion that he couldn't even name, so powerful it threatened to overpower him.
He suddenly wishes he could bite her again, to claim her again and again every day for the rest of their lives.
Seeing the place where she lived, smelling the scent of strange alphas around her, the broken locks on the door that spoke to repeated times when she had narrowly escaped danger, the shattered-out windows in neighbouring buildings... he didn't know how Eden had survived so long without them.
How she had come to them untouched. Not that he gave a shit if she had fucked a thousand men, women, alphas, betas, hell... omegas? Was that even possible? Whatever, the point was he didn't give a fuck about Eden's past.
He only cared that she had somehow narrowly avoided so much brutality until fate delivered her to them. And he only cared that she was never put in danger again. He'd walk into the line of fire for her a million times before he put her at risk.
They checked into an upscale hotel close to the airport and Luke began doing his hacker shit on the computer to make sure their new IDs couldn't be tracked to their old ones, using cash in the meantime until they could make sure any transfers out of their old accounts couldn't be tracked.
He'd always been their tech guy and not much had changed while they'd been doing their time.
The fact that Eden had ignored their orders to use their money and find Tenor or Luke's families to keep her safe and instead had moved right back into the same old apartment where she had been fucking abducted by human traffickers still had his blood boiling.
But he couldn't blame her either. She was just a fucking civilian who got caught up in this by chance. She didn't know what she was doing, and an omega needed the comfort and security of familiarity. He couldn't hold that against her.
She was still sleeping, her face smooth and her body lax where she was tucked against his front.
His cock was still hard against her ass, but he ignored it.
It was clear their mate needed sleep. She needed to eat and relax and be patted and scratched behind the ears and all that shit omegas liked.
She didn't need to wake up with them trying to stuff their dicks inside her tight little holes again.
As if she can sense his thoughts, the sweet scent of her slick trickles into the air, tangy and sweet and succulent enough to make his mouth water with the need to sink his teeth into her.
He cannot help the way his hips flex against her, needing friction against his aching cock. He's only human, after all.
She lets out a breathy little sound of female contentment that goes straight to his balls. Her soft little hand reaches behind her, feeling for him, as if even in her sleep she needs to make sure he's still there.
"I'm right here, baby girl," he tells her in a low voice. "This isn't a dream."
Her eyes fly open, her scent deepening with her desire as she wiggles in his arms, turning towards him. Tenor throws him a death glare from where she had been resting on his chest.
"Hi, beautiful," he murmurs to her, ignoring his butthurt pack brother. He cannot help stroking a hand down her face, feeling her creamy skin beneath his fingertips.
"Hi," she whispers in response, her voice still sounding half asleep. "This wasn't a dream."
"Nope," he smirks, popping the p.
Her desire ramps up another notch at that, like his cockiness just turns her on even more, rather than annoying her. "You smell like you need my cock, baby."
"Please," she whimpers. Maybe in another life he'd have forced her to beg for it, but his baby didn't have to beg for anything. He'd give her the goddamn world.
He makes quick work of the sweatpants and sweater they'd dressed her in after she passed the fuck out, lining himself up with her entrance. He can smell their seed still inside her and that only makes it all the better.
"Look at me," he says, needing her eyes locked on his when he did this. Her baby blues fly up to his and he holds her gaze as he eases the head of his cock inside of her.
Fuuuck, she was so wet and warm and tight around him and the little squeak that escapes her only makes it even better.
He doesn't blink, his eyes boring into her as he thrusts into her again. She gasps as her body adjusts to him. Then another thrust and he is seated all the way to his knot.
"Good girl," he cannot help the praise that pours out of his mouth. "Look at you, taking my whole cock. Just think baby, the first time you couldn't even take my knot."
Whether it's the worship or the thought of taking his knot, he doesn't know, but she drenches him, her little sheath rippling around him with pleasure.
"I know," he murmurs. "You're such a good girl, Eden."
Then he begins fucking her in long strokes, angling their hips to hit her g-spot with every thrust as his pelvis grinds against her clit as he bottoms out.
She goes nearly liquid beneath him, her body lax and pliant to him, her pussy wet and soft. In the bond, he can feel her submission, her desire to be taken, to do whatever they want.
His mind flashes back to the flickering memories he had of when they'd fucked her ass during their rut. The memories are hazy and fragmented as if he'd been drunk off his ass, but he remembers the way she'd offered it up to him, taking them all without complaint.
The thought of her asshole has him thrusting harder, and he feels her arousal responding to his, her pussy starting to flutter with the beginning of her orgasm.
"Oh no, no," he says, scolding her, and the thought nearly makes him laugh at the thought that he'd turned into some sort of daddy dom with her. He'd never hear the end of that shit... or would he? The thought makes his cock even harder if possible. "You can't come yet, baby."
He slows his thrusts down, and she whines, her hands clutching at him as her hips reach up to meet his.
"Shhh," he soothes. The word is on the tip of his tongue. Fuck it, he'd never know unless he tried. "You want to be a good girl for daddy, don't you?"
She freezes beneath him and he cannot help the way he smothers his end of the bond like a wet blanket, absorbing everything she's giving him, feeling her out for her response to his words.
There's shock, but then... desire, warmth, and something fluttery and small and vulnerable. He tries again, needing confirmation.
"You like that, baby? You want daddy to take care of you?"
He can feel Tenor muttering something like "fucking hell" beside them and Luke is watching their every move like a goddamn predator now.
"Yes," she answers tentatively. "Yes, please... daddy."
He starts to fuck her again in long, battering strokes, and when he feels her orgasm building, he doesn't stop this time, fucking her through it until she releases around him with a rush of wetness.
He thrusts his cock into her all the way to his knot, locking behind her pelvis as he fills her with more cum than he thinks he's ever produced outside of a rut.
"Fuck," he groans, just catching himself from collapsing on top of her, pulling her into his arms as he moves them onto her side. She tucks herself into his chest under his chin and he feels compelled to offer her reassurance after that. "You're such a good girl. My good girl. My sweetheart."
He presses a kiss to her forehead and feels her happiness flowing into him like a spring breeze. Who knew he had a thing for being a daddy? This girl could willingly get him to do and say shit that no one else could've fucking waterboarded out of him.
He'd be daddy just for her, he told himself. It didn't change anything. Eden was the exception to all the rules anyways.
When his cock finally releases her, he eases out of her, not wanting to hurt her.
"Tenor's turn," he says. There's no indignance or nervousness when she gets passed to his pack brother like it's his turn on the Playstation. Only contentment, as sweet and refreshing as summer rain.
He watches his pack brother take her, reaching out to tease her nipples as Tenor places her on her hands and knees and takes her from behind. His cock stirs against his thigh at the sight of her soft little belly and round ass, but he ignores it.
Luke finishes his work on the computer, closing it with a snap. His clothes are off in a second littering the floor and then he's crouched in front of Eden.
"Show your daddy how you can swallow my cock, little omega," he says.
Eden's squeak of embarrassment is cut off as Luke weaves his hand through her hair, pulling down so she's face level with his dick.
"Shut the fuck up," Julius mutters under his breath. Then, his voice softening for his girl, he turns to Eden. "Do you wanna' take him in your mouth, baby? Let him fill your tummy up with his cum?"
She meets his eyes and nods enthusiastically, and that's all his pack brother needs before guiding himself into her mouth.
Watching Luke fuck her in short strokes against her tongue is fucking hot, but when he starts thrusting down her throat, Julius cannot stop himself from fisting his cock, fully ready to go again now.
Each time she gags, Luke pulls back, purring filthy words about how good her little throat feels before easing it back in, training her to take them down.
"Look at you, taking both of them," Julius can't stop himself from saying. Her eyes meet his, watery and needy as her pillowy lips stay sealed around Luke.
"Just think," he says, his voice lowering into a deep rumble. "How good it will feel when you take all three of our cocks."
That's all it takes for her to come again, and her clenching pussy sends Tenor over too, locking her on his knot.