Knot All That Glitters, Part 2 (FatedVerse #5)

Chapter 26

Such a Good Girl For Us

My girl is glowing. Absolutely glowing. As soon as the temporary bond with Hale clicked into place, it was like a change took over her. She’s beaming, happiness radiating out of her pores, and she seems more settled, surer of herself.

I’ve heard that can happen with omegas. Once they’ve been claimed by an alpha, some of their frantic instincts to be bitten calms. And Haven has been struggling with doubt. So much doubt about whether we truly want her. Now she knows. She can feel that Hale wants her, loves her, would never do anything to hurt her ever again.

I want her to feel that from me, too.

I’m so fucking jealous that he can feel her in his chest, right along with the rest of us. He’s staring at her with awe, but also with a knowing little smirk, like he knows something the rest of us don’t, which is… frustrating beyond belief.

He arches a brow at Haven. “Really, omega? Now ?”

I huff a growl out, hating that he knows what she’s thinking, while the rest of us are in the dark. Haven makes a similar noise, which is adorable, and folds her arms over her chest, a pout on her sweet little mouth. “You gonna make a habit of that, alpha?”

Hale chuckles and loops a hand around her neck to pull her into him, taking her mouth in a searing kiss that has my cock throbbing. Fuck. I was already hard from watching her bite him, but now I’m leaking.

He nips at her mouth. “Tell them.”

“Tell us what?” I ask petulantly.

Haven looks over one shoulder at me, a small smile curling her kiss swollen mouth. “Don’t pout, Jude.”

I try my best to rearrange my face, but don’t succeed if the giggle that falls from her lips is any sign.

Hale laughs too and pushes her off his lap until she’s standing in front of the three of us. He settles more fully against the cushions, arms stretched along the back of the couch, a king on his throne, as she scuffs her bare toes over the carpet, face flushed.

She touches the spot between her breasts, idly stroking where she no doubt feels Hale. “I think,” she says slowly. “That we should bond. Now. Tonight. Right this second.”

All the blood in my body flees south to my cock at the implication, until I swear I feel my knot already swell, which has just never fucking happened before. Not unless I’m buried in Haven’s pussy.

“You mean it, baby girl?” Creed asks, and I want to snap at him not to question it. We’re on the precipice of having her, having everything we’ve ever wanted. Of feeling her in our hearts and souls for the rest of our lives. We can’t give her the option of backing out.

I take a step forward, ready to do this fucking thing, but Tic slaps a hand on my chest, holding me back. “Give her a second, Jude. We need to be sure.” Which is fucking stupid. She wouldn’t have said it if she didn’t mean it.

Haven shakes her head. “I don’t need a second. I know what I want.” Her brow furrows like it bothers her that he can’t trust what she’s saying. “If you don’t believe me, you can ask, Hale. But I mean it.”

I blow out a breath. “We believe you.” The smile she gives me is bright enough to light up the fucking room. I hold out a hand to her. “Now get your ass over here so I can fuck you and fill you and bite you.”

She squeals as she throws herself at me. I catch her easily, hefting her up my body as she slams her mouth against mine. Her arms wind around my shoulders and I take handfuls of her ass, grinding her tight against me as her tongue slips past my lips and runs along the length of mine.

“Nest,” she pants out between kisses as she writhes her sweet little body against me. “Take me to my nest.”

My heart swells hearing her say that. Another sign that she’s accepted that we mean what we say. She’s ours. Will always be ours from this moment until the end of fucking time. Haven Bell—soon to be Haven Calloway—will be ours. Mine.

And I am so fucking hers, it’s not even funny. Have been since the first time I kissed her.

I carry her up the stairs, and into the misty tree painted room. Her hands are clutching at the back of my shirt, trying to pull it up and over my head so she can get at my skin. I feel the same. I want her fully naked, want to feel her against me. Christ, it’s been so long, so fucking long since she’s let me hold her like this and I feel like a goddamn teenager about to come in my pants from the excitement of it.

But no. No. When I come, it’ll be buried in my omega’s cunt, with my knot in place and filling her with my seed as I bite her. Mark her so that everyone in the fucking world knows she belongs to me. To us.

And then she’s going to bite me, claim me right back. I can’t fucking wait.

Haven mewls against my mouth when she can’t pull my sweatshirt up, and I can’t help but chuckle at how adorable the sound is. “Patience, bellybutton. We’ve got all fucking night.”

She shakes her head as I move toward the bed. “No, I need it now.”

Another low chuckle before I toss her into the mound of pillows and blankets. Her hair flares out and then she blinks up at me—us—still in only her jeans and her lacy pale blue bra. Her pretty gray eyes hungrily run over the four of us standing shoulder to shoulder at the foot of her bed. Almost as one, in complete sync, we all reach over our heads with one hand and drag our shirts up and off. Haven’s mouth drops open on a surprised little giggle. “Did you guys plan that? It was like some kind of boy band move. Are you gonna turn around and shake your asses at me next?”

Without missing a beat, that’s exactly what I do; spin, brace my hands on my knees, and shake my butt at her. The sound of her delighted laugh fills the room and my heart and could probably fill the entire goddamn universe with light, if we were willing to share her with the universe. But we’re such possessive bastards and that we’ll do everything we can to keep her safe and protected and with us. Only us.

And Ren. Of course.

A low moan interrupts her giggle. When I turn back around, I find while I’ve been entertaining our girl, my pack members have surrounded her on the bed, wearing nothing but their underwear. Assholes.

I’m quick to drop my jeans and kick off my socks before scrambling up the bottom of the mattress until I’m between our girl’s thighs.

She gives me the sweetest smile when I hook my finger in her waistband behind the button of her jeans. “Can I?”

“Yes, Jude, please,” she whispers up at me.

Hale hums where he’s trailing kisses over the swell of her breasts.

I don’t hesitate to flick the button and peel the tight denim over her generous hips. Haven wiggles and lifts off the bed to help. The jeans get tossed to the side and all four of us pause for a moment, staring down at our sweet perfect omega, stretched out between us, wearing nothing but see through swaths of pale blue lace.

My mouth waters and I don’t waste time settling between her parted thighs, pressing my fingers into the soft flesh to hold her open wider. My nose runs along the crease there, inhaling her sweet pineapple perfume, loving that bite of heat at the end.

“Already soaked,” I tell the others. “Fucking drenched.”

“Well, she did come from dry humping me.”

“Nothing dry about it,” Haven quips. “Obviously.”

A surprised laugh barks out of me, ghosts over her pussy and she moan’s hips thrusting like she felt it and fucking loved it. Needs more of it.

I mouth at her through the lace of her panties, tongue her sweet bundle of nerves, even as I mentally make a note to reinstate the ‘Haven never wears underwear while at home’ rule we’d established before everything went to shit. She moans and one of her small hands fists in my hair, holding me in place as she grinds up against me.

“More,” she pants out. “Jude. More.”

“You want me to fuck this sweet little pussy, omega?” I ask without looking up. I have no fucking clue what the others are doing to her, but whatever it is, she’s whining and bucking and pleading.

“ Please. Please. Please .”

I grunt as I hook my teeth in the gusset of her panties and pull back, ripping the fabric. Haven gasps and when I look up, she glaring at me. “I liked those.”

“I’ll buy you more,” I promise, even though I won’t. I have a fully formed plan to slowly but surely ruin all of her underwear, so she has no fucking choice to be bare for us all the time.

“Animal,” she huffs, flopping back to the bed.

“You fucking love it.” Done with talking when her sweet little cunt is right there in front of me, weeping slick all over her pretty dark green bedspread, I focus on my feast. “So pretty omega. Prettiest little pussy in the whole world.” My pack mate mutter their agreement, though they come out muffled. I can only imagine their mouths are busy worshipping parts of our omega.

Like I’m about to do.

A start with a kiss on her clit. Small and delicate, teasing. She groans and shifts, trying to increase the pressure, but I don’t let her. It’s been months since I’ve tasted her, since I’m gotten my hands and my mouth and my cock anywhere near her. I’m going to savor this, savor her.

I continue like that, teasing, nipping, kissing, never giving her as much as she wants or needs until the amount of slick soaking into the bed is obscene until I can’t take it any longer.

When I finally swipe my tongue over her with steady pressure, she comes, moans muffled by someone’s cock. I stick with her through it, lapping up that swell of slick, drinking it down like it’s my favorite cocktail. It is, actually.

I could spend hours, days, weeks right here subsisting on nothing but my omega’s slick. “More,” she demands. So I give her more. Thrusting two fingers into her tight channel at once. She groans and thrashes, likely at the stretch, but this is fucking nothing. Soon she’ll be stretched out over our cocks, filled full, and we’re all a lot bigger than two of my fingers.

I circle her clit with my tongue, fucking her with my fingers until she comes again., squeezing down rhythmically like she’s trying to milk jizz from my fingers. If I could give it to her from them, I would. I would totally have jizz fingers. Only for her and no one else.

Focus, Jude.

I pull my knees under me and sit up, stroking inside her a few more times, before I pull out entirely, taking all the slick on my fingertips and swirling her clit once. “Can I fuck you now, omega?” I don’t hide the need in my voice, the pleading. Soon she’ll be able to feel all of that, anyway. I’ll never be able to hide how much I want her, how much I need her.

I wouldn’t want to, even if I could.

Faster than I would have thought with how limp her limbs seems Haven lunges up and tackles me back to the bed, I land with an oof, cradling my precious omega on my chest as she straddles me, her hot wet pussy sliding against my hard cock, making my eyes roll back at how good it feels.

“What if I want to fuck you?” She asks, rolling her hips over me, nails scratching over my chest like a cat.

“Yes. Whatever you want, button. I’ll take it or give it or, fuck, I don’t know. I just need inside you, please.”

I don’t care that I’m being selfish. Maybe I should let Hale go first. He’s our prime after all and in some packs, that means he should bond our omega first. But he can already feel her, already has a bond with her. Sure, it’s not completely lasting, but it’s more than I have.

“You want inside my… what did you call it? Oh, my pretty.” She kisses my mouth. “Little.” A swipe of her tongue over my collarbone. “Pussy.”

I groan at the word falling from her sweet lips. I’m not the only one. “Such a filthy mouth on you, omega. Fucking love it.” Creed growls.

Our girl hums happily and reaches down, taking my cock in a tight grip and stroking once, twice. I groan and press my head into the mattress, hands grasping at her hips. “Gotta get inside you, baby. Please.”

“Here?” she notches the head of my dick at her tight entrance and slowly sinks down, only to pop off it when I try to thrust up, to bury myself inside her.

I’m fucking desperate. Wild. Feral for my omega. “ Haven .”

She runs a soothing hand over my cheek, my chest. “Just let me do it, Jude. I know you can be a good boy for me.”

And holy shit, suddenly that’s all I want. To be her good boy, to lay here still as she takes me inside her body at her pace. I want her to tell me over and over again what a good boy I am. So I nod, hands flexing on her hips and rasp out. “I can. I will.”

The smile she gives me makes me more determined to give her what she needs. I make myself stay still as she positions herself over me again, and slowly—so fucking slowly—begins to take inch after hard inch inside her hot pussy.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan as she sinks down onto me. “Yes, omega. Yes. ”

A whine sounds through the room as she works herself down over my cock, her head falling back, all that tangled mess of dark hair brushing my thighs. “Good boy, alpha.”

My cock jerks at her, calling me that, even though that’s exactly what I am. Her alpha. Her good boy. It’s what I’ve always been. I hate it took us so long to realize who she is to us. That we thought for even a moment to use her.

She deserves better than a pack of fucked up alphas like us, but we’re selfish enough to never let her go. In an hour, she’ll be bound to all of us. Never able to escape. Not that she seems to want to.

With a grunt, Haven bares down and her thighs meet mine. Her mouth parts as she wiggles. “So good, Jude. So full.” The praise hits me just like before and I fucking glow with it.

Tic slips up behind her, pressing a hand between her shoulders until she’s laying flat against my chest, those soft breasts of hers pillowing against me. “Gonna make you even fuller, omega,” he murmurs. “Can you take us both at once?” I feel his fingers slip between us. Ringing the space where we’re joined, scooping up Haven’s slick as it drips out.

He hums when he feels how much there is. “Is this all for us, angel?” he coos. “For your alphas?”

She nods against me, hair slipping and sliding over my already sweat damp skin.

“You’re such a good girl for us,” Hale praises, running a hand down her spine. “Give me a taste?”

If Tic is as surprised as I am that it’s a request and not a demand, he doesn’t show it. His mouth pulls into a half smirk as he lifts his slick covered fingers and offers them to our prime. Haven watches wide eyed as Hale languidly slips the other man’s fingers between his lips, groaning, lapping up every drop. He smacks his lips like the taste of her is the best thing ever. “Delicious, omega.”

Tic swipes up more of her slick, and Haven tenses as he uses it as a lubricant in her ass. “You can take both of us, can’t you? We can both fuck you and knot you and bite you at the same time?” He asks as he carefully stretches her open. Haven moans and wiggles on top of me, pressing back into him as best as she can.

“Answer me, Haven,” he growls into her ear, leaning over her back as his fingers move in and out of her. “Can you take both of us?”

She nods frantically, little chin bouncing between my pecs. “Yes. I can. Please, Tic.”

He tsks and corrects, “ alpha .”

“Yes, alpha.” It’s more of a moan than an agreement, but I can feel how much she likes it, likes being reminded of what he is to her, what we are to her, in the way she clamps down on me.

“Jesus, fucking Christ. If we’re doing this, we need to fucking do it, because I am on the fucking verge right now, man.”

The look the other alpha gives me is wicked. “No self-control at all, Jude. Honestly. I’d think you be more than ready to give our omega what she needs.”

Haven makes a noise of agreement. “Yes, give it to me.”

“I’m trying, button.” I thrust into her shallowly in frustration. “But Tic is taking to goddamn lo-”

My words cut off on a groan as the already tight grip around my cock gets even tighter. My eyes roll into the back of my head and I might fucking black out for a second because of how good it feels as Tic slides into place. He’s panting, sweat dotting his brow as he holds himself still, letting the omega pinned between us adjust.

“ Oh, ” she breathes. “Oh, yes. How have we not done this before?”

“Didn’t want to scare you off before, baby girl,” Creed growls, running a hand down her spine, making her arch into his touch. Which in turn makes me see stars as she takes me a little deeper. “Though I’m regretting it now. I’m not sure there’s a prettier sight than you, with two of your alphas’ cocks buried inside you.”

“Every day,” she moans, hips flexing as her nails dig into my chest. “Let’s do this every day.”

“Bond?” Hale asks with a smirk. “You want us to bite you every day?”

Our girl makes a little displeased noise. “Let’s not get ahead of ourselves.” She presses up as best as she can with Tic behind her. “None of you have even bitten me once, yet.” She presses up and then drops down. The stroke is shallow and not nearly enough, but all three of us still moan. “Don’t you think we should,” she pants as she does the move again. “remedy that?”

I groan and meet Tic’s eyes over her shoulder. We give each other a nod and both of our hands go to our girl. My hand on her left hip, Tic’s on her right. He tangles the other in her hair, pulling her head at an angle so he can kiss and nip at her neck, while I rub on her swollen little clit.

Haven moans, eyes dropping closed. And we haven’t even started fucking her yet.

But we do. Oh, fuck. We do.

Tic and I work up to a rhythm, one that has all of us panting and grunting and moaning. Haven babbles nonsense as Hale and Creed tell her how good she’s doing, what a good omega she is for us. Thank god they’re here, because I don’t think I could form words, not with how hot and wet and tight our girl’s pussy is. Not with the slide of Tic’s cock against mine through the thin layer of flesh that separates us. Not with Haven’s nails digging into my flesh like she’s dug her way into my heart.

“I’m close,” Tic groans against her neck.

It takes a moment for his meaning to sink in, but when it does, I nod. “Same.”

I sit up, tipping her back into Tic’s chest. My legs tangle with his as Haven writhes between us, the perfect sound of her moans and pleas filling the nest. “Bite,” she gasps. “Bite. Knot. Please. Please. I need it, alpha. Please.”

I want to knot her. Fuck knows, I want to knot her. But Creed and Hale are waiting, and if we knot her now, they’ll be waiting for quite a bit longer. At least thirty minutes. It takes superhuman strength to look away from my omega at my prime, where he’s lounging, stroking his cock in time with our thrusts, the other hand tight around his swollen knot. “Do it,” He grunts.

“Give our omega what she needs,” Creed agrees from right next to us.

They don’t have to tell us twice. I meet Tic’s eyes over our omega’s shoulder, and he gives a tight nod, sweat beading on his brow, skin flushed. As one, we grip her hips and pull her down as we thrust up. The already tight squeeze gets even tighter as both of our knots lock into place. My vision explodes in darkness and stars as Haven screams, her tight channel milking my cock and my knot forcing my cum deep inside her.

Breathing through my nose to try to make myself focus, I meet Tic’s gaze again and he nods. Our teeth sink into her at the same time, into the muscle that connects her shoulder to her neck, that sweet curve I’ve literally had dreams about. Her scent invades my nostrils, as her blood floods my mouth and a fresh round of cum floods her pussy. Her first release rolls into another, and then another, as we detach our teeth from her flesh and lick at the bites.

My chest explodes with the feeling of her, warm and soft and safe. She’s tired and happy and in awe of us, of being able to feel me and Tic in her chest, and I send her a wave of all of that right back. Making sure she can feel how fucking in love with her I am.

Our omega shudders and a sweet little hum sounds from her, like she’s savoring the feeling of our bond, her body limp and sated. But she still murmurs, “Wanna bite you too.”

I tip my head to the side without hesitation, baring my throat, offering it to her. Offering every single fucking piece of me. Whatever she needs. For the rest of our days, I will give it to her.

Without an orgasm to distract me, the bite hurts, a fucking lot, and I don’t understand how she withstood getting two at once. How she’ll get two more shortly, but I wouldn’t trade that pain for anything. Not when the result is the strengthening of the feeling of her, like it’s drawing us tighter together, better able to sense each other.

And then, out of nowhere, I’m coming again, my cock twitching deep inside her, spilling for a third fucking time.

She makes a contented little noise as she releases me and licks over the bite languidly. Then twists as best as she can while pinned on two knots to get reach Tic’s neck. He gives her the softest, sweetest smile I’ve ever seen on him, his hand lacing into her hair to cradle her head, hold her steady as he guides her to his neck. I watch, enraptured, as his eyes slip closed and his mouth parts on a groan. I feel his knot swell and spill in her ass as a thin trickle of blood spills down his chest.

She’s smiling when she pulls back, pleased and content. Sweet little kittenish sounds purring from her chest. “Now you’re mine,” she says, sounding smug as hell about it and my heart fucking explodes in my chest with love for this girl.

“We were always yours,” Tic reminds her gently, fingers stroking through her hair, massaging her scalp.

“But now everyone else will know it too.” Pride colors her sleepy voice.

“Fuck yeah, they will.” I lean forward to lick over my bite mark again. The sides of the neat half-moons already look as though they’re healing like fucking magic. It makes me feel like all of this is fated, like she was always meant to be ours.

I wait for a moment of guilt, for memories of Janie to overwhelm my feelings for Haven, but they don’t. Where I’d always felt the need to prove how much I loved our deceased omega before, through revenge, through loyalty, through emotional monogamy, now I only feel the warm glow of affection. I loved Janie, will always love her, but fuck if I don’t love Haven more.

“Love you, Jude,” Haven murmurs, eyes growing heavy, slipping closed. “Love you, Tic.”

“Love you so fucking much, belly button,” I whisper back, stroking my hands down her arms as she slumps back against Tic.

“I love you, my sweet perfect angel,” my pack mate says into her temple, like saying it against her skin will make it more real, will brand it into her.

“Take a rest, mouse,” Hale coos, slipping closer to press a kiss to her slack mouth. “We’re not done with you yet.”

She hums with her eyes closed, a slow creeping smile falling over her lips. “Good. Need to feel all of you.” Her eyes fly open and she jerks around until she finds Creed, kneeling on the other side of us from Hale. “Need to feel you, Creed.”

His big hand slides down her hair, tucks the sweaty strands behind her ear. “Don’t worry, baby girl. You will. But you need to rest now, like our prime says, okay?”

“‘Kay,” she mumbles, eyes slipping closed again. “Just for a minute, though. Just until their knots go down. And then it’s on like Donkey Kong.”

I snort out a laugh. And she giggles too, but it’s sleepy and drowsy. The four of us stay still and quiet as she drifts off to sleep, not wanting to disturb our omega, but not able to move away from her. Well, Tic and I physically can’t, but Hale and Creed stay close as she dozes between us.

“I can’t believe she’s ours,” I mutter, lifting my eyes from our woman, hand brushing over my chest. “I can’t believe-”

Fuck, I’m getting choked up, overwhelmed with emotion.

“This is what it feels like to be complete,” Tic says, like he totally understands what I’m trying to convey. And if I’m not mistaken, there’s a sheen of tears in his eyes, though he doesn’t let them fall. “Not just as a pack, but… as a man.”

I nod vigorously. “Yeah. Yeah. That exactly. Completed pack. Completed Heart. Completed soul.”