Chapter 59
fifty-nine
If I ever had any doubts that Ivy was my omega…
I mean, I didn’t doubt it.
But still. If I had … There’s no denying she’s perfect for me, now.
I glower at Ivy’s bratty expression, gripping her hairbrush in my left hand while my right holds her jaw. “Baby. Behave.”
Sparks fly in her darkened eyes. Heat radiates off her body as she slowly rubs her slick cunt over my thigh.
And damn. It almost works.
Clearing my throat, I toss her a smirk. “Clever, omega. But nothing is going to get you fucked until you’ve let me brush your hair.”
Ivy’s cool-blonde locks hang in wet ribbons around her naked shoulders. It’s a good thing Asher and I have Bast here. Because before this week? Neither of us knew you were supposed to comb conditioner into long hair.
So far, Bast has taken the majority of her hygiene tasks because he genuinely enjoys them. Some days, his nightly bathing ritual—knotting her in the bathtub and lulling her with purrs to let him wash her up—and Asher’s strict mealtimes are the only “breaks” we take.
Our omega has been deliciously needy, often working through all of us two or three times before she passes out. Her sleep stretches have gotten a bit longer since Sunday, but not by much.
Which is fine by me.
Hell, bury me here.
Ivy senses my scent deepening when her perfume enters my thoughts. Her blown pupils glitter. She pouts, whining while she works herself over my quad with more insistent glides. Fresh slick coats my skin, reminding me that I need another shower.
My Alpha hates that idea almost as much as our girl’s Omega loathes being wiped clean. I chuff at us both, shaking my head.
Drama queens .
Asher finishes his dinner and leaves the empty plate on the tray beside his rumpled mattress. He crawls over, bringing Ivy her beloved blanket. For a moment, I think he’s cracked the code. Ivy snuggles her face into the silk and relaxes into his purring chest long enough for me to brush half of her hair.
Before he can switch sides to give me access to the rest, though, our omega squeaks. Slicing, desperate perfume swells through the room. Bast’s fork clatters to his own plate.
He curses quietly under his breath, gasping, “God, how does it keep getting better ?”
“I know,” Asher murmurs, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. Some of her attitude fades when he looks right at her.
Our baby’s Omega has a different nature with each of us. For me, she’s an abominable brat, demanding and spoiled. To Bast, she’s playful and teasing. But our pack alpha gets this softer, more vulnerable version.
“Hello, darling,” he whispers as the purest, truest adoration fills her face. “I see you in there.”
I’m not a romantic, but even I have to admit that watching the two of them is sweet. I might have seen Ivy’s Omega buried inside her before the others, but Asher sees his girl hidden in this Omega.
We all love her no matter which temperament we’re getting—but I miss our Ivy more and more by the hour. That shy smile. Her little quips and giggles. The never-ending empathy she has for every creature under the sun…
Bast puts his sprinting skills to good use, sneaking out with our empty dinner trays and returning within seconds. For the first couple of days, anytime one of us left the nest, our omega panicked. She still doesn’t like it, but she seems more securely attached, only whimpering for a split second before he reappears at her side and plants a dozen kisses on her face.
“I know, love. I’m here, I’m here .”
Asher purrs louder, nodding at the hairbrush. Bast slips his hand down her front, cupping her soaked slit and grazing his thumb over her clit in slow circles while I work through the other half of her hair.
Sharp gold sugar spirals into the air, thickening it. We all half-choke, our cocks stiffening instantly. Asher grits his teeth and adjusts his knot, muttering, “I think this is her real heat perfume. Whatever she had at the beginning wasn’t at full strength—possibly because she was so upset.”
Holy fuck . If the way I’m two breaths away from going absolute feral—after four days of fucking her nonstop —is any indication, I might not have been able to make it to the manor, let alone build our almost-nest, if she’d had this sort of perfume.
Her warm sweetness curls in my lungs. The hairbrush goes flying as a growl tears up my throat. I grip her hips, lifting her fully into my lap. “Come here, baby.”
Bast soothes her when she whines, bucking her hips in a frantic attempt to get me inside her faster. I pick her up and sink her onto my throbbing shaft.
Oh God . She’s scorching hot and pulsing . Fuck meeeeee .
“How do you always feel so perfect ?” I groan, my chest already heaving.
Bast’s eyes are almost as dark as mine, but his lips quirk into a wicked smile. “Maybe we should reward her. Give our omega her new favorite thing.”
Ivy and I moan that time. Because her new favorite is also mine.
“Yeah?” I ask, thrusting into her slippery warmth. “You want both your holes filled, baby? Alpha cock in your pussy and your tight little ass at the same time?”
Bast is being an ass, trying to ruin my stamina on purpose. When Ivy kicks into a faster pace, I catch his smirk before my eyes roll back into my head.
Our omega is so slick, it doesn’t take much for Bast to coat his cock and line it up with her back entrance. Asher moves to her side, stroking her naked hip. “You’re so beautiful, darling,” he tells her. “So pretty and well-behaved, taking two of your alphas. Always my good girl.”
She’s so soft for him, even now. With a quiet whine, she lurches in his direction—and I love that it doesn’t even occur to her to worry that I won’t keep her upright.
Her trust is everything to me. Moments where she displays it subconsciously are what I live for.
Asher helps catch her, too, slinging an arm around her back and capturing her cry with his lips when Bast starts pushing his way into her impossibly tight ass.
He fills her completely—a solid ridge pressed into the underside of my dick through her thin, heated skin. When he pulls out and shoves back in, the head of his cock traces the bottom of mine. My balls draw up, my knot tingling.
A serrated sound tears from my lungs, melding with Ivy’s whimpers and Bast’s low snarl, “Yes, angel. Take this dick. Fuck yourself with it.”
Ivy obeys, pounding onto my cock and his, thrusting her hips back and down and back and down and?—
Asher grunts when her hand starts to tug at his cock, smearing the pre-cum seeping from the tip at her waist. His eyes flash when he catches on.
“You want me to coat you in my cum, princess?” he asks. “Put my scent all over you?”
And—good God —she really does. Just as badly as she wants mine in her pussy and Bast’s all over her ass.
Asher squeezes his knot while Ivy strokes his shaft. When he finds a rhythm to match ours and starts thrusting into her fist, her cunt tweaks tighter. Collapsing around my cock in hungry convulsions, pressing Bast’s hardness into mine and milking us both.
“Fucking hell , Dair,” Bast roughs out, his knot swelling until it bumps my own. Ivy’s slick slips between the hot swells of flesh, letting them glide and grind against one another as we both fight to get deeper.
I drop my hand from Ivy’s throat to her spread pussy lips, rubbing the pulsing bud there with two fingers. She gasps and screams, gorgeous ecstasy filling her features as she comes all over both our cocks.
Those wet spasms do me in. My vision goes white as I lift my hips from the mattress and knot her rippling pussy. Hot lashes of cum burst from my cock, painting her depths.
Bast groans and pulls out, coating her entire backside with a thick wash of white. Asher hisses at the sight, releasing his own gushing torrent over her side.
And—oh.
Shit.
Where the hell did I put that hairbrush?