8. James
8
JAMES
Four months ago, I was on a New York subway. I was utterly drained after a shift in a toxic work environment. Trying my best not to make eye contact with the passenger opposite me wearing a carrot costume, loudly crunching on baby versions of himself.
Now I was moments away from a four person, heat-induced fuckfest with what I was almost certain was my future pack.
Life certainly was strange.
I always dreamed of having a pack. First in secret, because the last thing I wanted was for my single mom to think I resented my upbringing. Then uttered out loud to Rome after meeting his family. He’d agreed wholeheartedly with a caveat — nothing as big and crazy as his parents’ pack and all the extended family they came with.
So this right here? Felt destined.
I’d never experienced Rome’s bond like this before. Alpha ruts were a response to an omega’s need during a heat. And he sure as hell was responding. He was driven and territorial and doting all at the same time. Wrapped up in an urgent energy that I could only describe as primal .
If this was a taste of the more carnal side of pack life then sign me the fuck up.
Ivy had no idea how fucking beautiful she was. How enthralled we all were by her. Her usually neat hair was disheveled from being caught in the alpha’s grip. Lips already reddened from kisses. I could barely see the sea glass blue of her eyes, her pupils were so wide as her hands burrowed beneath clothes searching for skin. Her gingerbread scent was so vibrant and demanding I swore I could taste every individual spice on my tongue.
Needless to say I was hard as a fucking rock.
While Ivy was making quick work of the alphas’ clothes, I ducked out to ransack the nurse’s office.
I wished I could do better than scratchy, gray blankets. I wished we were somewhere other than her classroom. But with the blizzard worsening, it was safer to hunker down. At least our winter layers were a blessing in disguise. Ivy collected each piece of clothing from us and laid it in a circular pile. She wrinkled her nose at the blankets but eventually took them too.
Even in heat she was meticulous. She built her nest carefully — clothes with hard buttons and zips were on the bottom and the softer sweaters and heavily scented t-shirts sat on top.
I knew there was etiquette around an omega’s nest but it went out the window when we were all stripped down to our trunks, being pulled down into her safe space.
“Now you,” I told her gently. I pulled her shirt off and revealed a little bralette, her hard nipples peaked against the lace. “Fuck,” I swore. I couldn’t resist pulling a cup down and sucking one between my lips. Ivy’s hold on my hair tightened.
I could see Rome tucking his thumbs into her waistband and easing her leggings off her. I kissed my way back up to her ear. “Turn around,” I whispered. I leaned back against her desk for support and settled her in my arms, her back pressed against my front.
My palms coasted along her thighs and slowly eased them open. The scent of her slick perfumed the air — sweet, delicate and so desperately needy.
I did not expect Logan to release a low growl and lunge straight for us.
He looked mad, feral and completely instinct-driven as he yanked her soaked panties to one side. One look up at Ivy — waiting, wanting, hoping. A small arch of her back and a caress through his hair was all he needed.
Logan lapped at her pussy like a man starved and the effect on Ivy was immediate. Her breath came out in short little pants as she writhed in my arms.
“Look at him, Ivy,” I murmured. I cupped her perfect tits and kissed along her fluttering pulse. “Look at what you’ve reduced this alpha to.”
“Feels good,” she moaned, closing her eyes and rocking against his face.
Logan let out a pained groan. He lifted his head only long enough to pull her panties down her legs before pressing deeper between her thighs. Rome knelt down beside us. We both kissed and nuzzled the sides of her neck. Traded rough kisses between us so she couldn’t catch her breath. Her desperation knocked my glasses askew and I laid the foggy lenses aside.
She was so responsive to all of us, seeking mine and Rome’s touch all while Logan was making her fall apart.
“You’re driving Logan crazy, you know,” Rome chuckled.
“Does that please you, gorgeous?” I asked. “Knowing he’ll never want to go a day without tasting that perfect pussy of yours?”
Ivy whimpered and began to move faster and faster against Logan’s mouth.
“Come on his face and soak that beard,” I spurred her on, flicking her nipples lightly with my thumbs.
“Oh god,” Ivy cried out, her body going tight. Fuck, I could get addicted to watching her come. I loved the feel of her trembling in my arms, the involuntary roll of her hips as she chased her pleasure. She threw her head back against my shoulder and Rome stole her breathless cries with his kiss. Logan snarled, swiping his tongue in long strokes to catch the slick that poured out of her.
His snarls turned into cursing. “Oh, fuck. I’m—” Logan swore, his hand reaching down as he let out a low, frustrated moan. A few pumps and then he sagged, going still as he pressed his forehead against Ivy’s thigh.
“Did you just…?”
“Yep.”
I wasn’t going to judge. I was sure eating Ivy’s pussy was as life-changing an experience as it looked.
“Alpha,” Ivy said gently. Logan rose up and kissed her as I ran the backs of my fingers up and down her arms. I could feel Rome’s need pounding like a heartbeat in our bond. But if Logan’s handiwork was enough to break Ivy’s heat then his need was secondary to hers.
I turned Ivy around, pulling her into my lap so I could check in with her. I did my best not to think about how my cock was prodding right against her spread pussy. Or how perfectly her ass fitted in my palms. Her gaze was unfocused as she wound her arms around my shoulders and nuzzled her cheek against mine.
She’s scent-marking me.
Just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder.
“Mm, I want…” she hummed, drifting off as she marked me again.
“Do you need more?” I asked, stroking her back. Her skin was still radiating heat. “You want a knot, gorgeous?”
Her head dipped a couple of times in the tiniest nod.
Logan was leaning against the wall, watching us. “You’re good with her,” he observed.
I raised an eyebrow as if to remind him that he ate her pussy to orgasm moments earlier. He gave a little scoff, turning his head away, embarrassed.
Rome moved up behind her and guided her legs off me gently. “On your knees for me, baby. Let James keep cuddling you.”
Ivy obeyed immediately. I slid down onto my back, letting her rest her bodyweight on top of me instead of holding herself up. She seemed pleased by this, burrowing against me.
“Kiss, please,” she asked simply.
Her omega was so fucking sweet. I kissed her and she melted against me with a soft little sigh. The sound was so utterly addictive that I suddenly understood why omegas were the natural center of packs.
Watching Rome fit his toned, hard body against Ivy’s was mesmerizing. The ink sprawling up his side was so stark against the pale cream of Ivy’s skin.
Please don’t let this be the last time I get to watch them together like this.
“You’re going to love the way he fucks you. He’s so good with that thick cock of his,” I promised her.
Ivy’s forehead dug into my chest. Her scent got impossibly sweeter and another one of those demanding little whines slipped out of her.
It was hard to describe the way they were with each other. All I knew was that it made sense. Rome went to kiss her shoulder and Ivy had already turned her head to scent-mark him with her cheek. I drank in every change in her expression as Rome teased the tip of his cock against her entrance before slowly pushing in. He was losing his mind from the feel of her tight and wet around him. I kissed her hair as she babbled incoherently into my neck.
“Fuck, baby,” Rome groaned.
“You’re taking him so well, aren’t you? All the way up to his knot.” I brushed the silky brunette strands away from her ear so I could lean in close. “Look how hard he’s rutting you. I can hear how wet your pretty little pussy is?—”
My words died as Ivy wrapped a hand around my cock. Fuck .
Had to go and rile her up so much she put me firmly in my place.
Logan chuckled at my predicament and I managed to give him the finger.
“Nothing to say all of a sudden, James?” Rome’s voice was strained but he was smirking. “Don’t worry, Ivy. He talks a lot but there’s a lot of ways to shut him up. I can’t wait to show you,” he purred.
“I want him,” Ivy hummed.
Rome chuckled. “I don’t blame you.”
Ivy was teasing the head of my cock with her thumb. That sensitive spot on the underside that made my hips kick.
Suddenly she was out of my arms, yanked back hard against Rome’s kneeling form. “Go on, baby. He smells so good but I promise you he tastes even better,” he said before guiding her head down to my aching length.
I bit back a moan at the first lick of her curious tongue. Ivy stroked me, watching fascinated as precum dribbled from my tip. She quickly darted forward to lick it up, made a small noise of appreciation before taking more than half of me deep down her throat.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hissed.
“Fucking…knew she’d love it,” Rome growled. “She’s squeezing me so?—”
Something snapped. A fresh burst of Ivy’s heat-sweetened scent exploded, drowning out everything in Rome’s head except the alpha instinct to sate his omega. He fell into a rut, fucking her hard and deep while my cock muffled her tight screams.
I knew the instant he knotted her. Mind-numbing euphoria and satisfaction in our bond.
Ivy popped off my length, her eyes wide. “Oh my god,” she whimpered. “Oh my god .”
“Yes, Ivy.” I began to stroke myself furiously, wanting to get there at the same time as them. “He’s got you, sweetheart. You can let go for us.”
Ivy pleaded for us both as she came and it was too much for me. Watching her ignited something deep and I erupted hard all over my tensed stomach. My hand eventually slowed, the last of my release still oozing from my slit.
Ivy was staring at it.
“You want his cum, baby?” Rome purred into her ear.
“Mmhmm.”
Every single second I’d lived before that point barreled through me. Bringing me to this exact moment where my omega — because she sure as fuck was going to be mine — was happily licking my cum from my cock and belly. I twitched and jerked and groaned at every swipe of her hot tongue. When she was finally, finally done, Rome leaned forward and pressed us all together in a loving, sated mess, kissing me hungrily.
I glanced over at Logan. He’d managed to find his boxers again at some point and he had a wistful expression on his face.
“I think she’ll want you close,” I told him.
Logan shook his head. “You two have it covered,” he mumbled.
Rome and I shared a look and we shuffled slightly. Well, as much as we were able while Rome was knotted with a content, relaxed omega. “Come on,” Rome encouraged him. “Don’t let her get cold now.”
We knew we’d done the right thing when Ivy immediately nestled her face into his wide chest. Logan swallowed hard, unsure of where to place his hands and eventually settled awkwardly on her shoulder.
“Do you think it’s over?” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off her.
Rome smoothed her hair back and felt her forehead. “Hard to say.”
The storm outside was a dull, constant roar, punctuated by the occasional rattle of glass as the wind picked up. “We’re stuck here until the storm passes, anyway,” I said. “We may as well try to get some rest.”
“Will the fish be ok? I can’t set up the generator while she’s—” Logan looked down at Ivy sleeping peacefully against him and back at me.
“They’ll be fine till morning,” I reassured him, unable to resist tracing the soft dip of her waist.
Ivy needed sating twice more overnight.
I noticed Logan never knotted her. Finger fucked her, yes. Ate her out, definitely. But he always guided her back to Rome afterward. In a way I understood because I was the same. What mattered was that she was being cared for, not us getting off.
Logan became her personal pillow for most of the night. I found bottled water in the staff lounge and got her to drink, even though she was much more interested in getting a second taste of me.
It was impossible to deny a determined, eager omega for long though.
I woke as the first rays of sunlight began to seep into the classroom, the snowstorm finally subsiding. The others were still sleeping. Ivy’s forehead was feeling cooler now, even though her skin was still luminous and blush pink. By now the room smelled like slick and cum and all of us. I was very aware that we were lying on top of our own ruined clothes and there was a hand-drawn ‘Flags of the World’ poster right above my head.
Yet I could stay here forever.
The others began to stir slowly. Rome grunted as his knot loosened and slid out of her. Ivy lifted her head off Logan’s chest, taking in her surroundings.
She blinked rapidly.
The dreamy look in eyes vanished in an instant.
“Oh god.”
Ivy stared down at her naked body and then around at all of us.
“Oh my god.”
“Ivy,” I said, slow and steady. “Don’t freak out.”
She patted the pile of clothes beneath us. Feeling around and searching. “I-I can’t believe…”
“Ivy,” Rome tried.
Her panic rose and I could see her spiraling hard. “In my classroom of all places,” she said, growing more and more distressed.
“It’s ok?—”
“In front of the fish!” Ivy exclaimed. “I can’t believe they’re all going to die because we were too busy?—”
“They’re not going to die,” I promised her.
“I brought a generator,” Logan added lamely, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes.
Ivy found her coat and gave it a hard pull to free it. “That’s good, that’s really good,” she babbled. “What a good solution to a terrible problem, thank you so much.” She grabbed a shirt — Rome’s — realized it was, er, wet and flinched. “Oh my god,” she muttered again and found another one (mine) along with her snow pants.
“Ivy, you don’t have to?—”
“Thank you all for helping me,” she said, suddenly formal. She put her arm through the wrong sleeve of her coat twice before getting it right. “I’m sorry my heat pheromones made you feel like you had to.”
“Wait a minute,” Rome interjected. “You’ve got this all?—”
“I can assure you I am on birth control and all my tests were clear,” she charged onward. “I mean, it was years ago but it’s not like there was any need to test again.”
She went bright red at her admission.
Shit, we didn’t even think about any of that.
“Same with Rome and I,” I blurted at the same time as Logan stammered his own agreement.
Ivy backed away further. “Wonderful. So we can forget this ever happened. I will pay to launder all your clothes, of course. Send me the bill.” She grabbed her boots and put them on without socks. “Or you can just leave it here and I’ll come back and get it all. But not in a blizzard! I won’t be stupid and go running off like that again. I promise. I’ll wait for the plows before I go anywhere,” she promised.
We all glanced at the twenty inches of new snow outside.
“Err…except for right now.”
Then she disappeared out the door.
Rome swore and leapt up, digging at the pile. “I’ll follow her and make sure she gets home safe.”
“Don’t overwhelm her,” I warned him.
“I will watch her from an appropriate distance,” Rome promised as he hurriedly dressed and ran after Ivy.
Logan stared dumbly at the tools and equipment he had carried in before things went south. “I’ll…get the generator set up, I guess.”
I collected up the remains of Ivy’s nest, separating the clothes into piles for each of us. The blankets we would probably have to burn.
She was scared. Overwhelmed. It was understandable.
But Rome was the perfect alpha to show her how a pack could love an omega.
I could already see how devoted Logan was to her. He’d love her so hard once he moved past whatever hang-ups held him back from going all in.
And me? Hopefully she’d see a place for me with them too.