Chapter Sixty-Seven
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Stupid. Fucking stupid idiot.
Standing at the foot of Willow’s nest, I can’t help but hate myself.
What kind of a fucking fool turns down his soulmate not once but twice?
She asked for my bite, and I hesitated. Again.
Meanwhile, Cujo is in there having the time of his life, fucking my omega through her heat.
The two are stunning together, their size difference unbelievable to behold.
I already knew my baby girl was small, but he makes her look even smaller.
Yet she can take anything he throws at her.
Perhaps it’s past time I stop questioning her strength and admire her spirit.
My cock stands at attention between my legs, nearly purple with pent-up pressure. Precum dribbles from my tip, but I don’t dare touch myself. I just let the discomfort grow. It’s what I deserve for being so fucking stupid.
Cujo comes loudly, then slowly turns Willow on her side, careful not to tug on the tie binding them. Her honeysuckle scent is potent, and my body aches to join them, but I won’t until she invites me. He twists so she’s facing me, and when her eyes fall to my cock, she licks her swollen lips.
“What do you think, honeybee? Do you want your other Alpha?”
She lets out the cutest squeak, her cheeks becoming flushed.
“Bite.” The heat has her in its thrall, but she’s still certain about bonding. No more hesitation.
“Yes, baby girl. You’re mine. My perfect omega.” Her eyes shine with delight, and she reaches out a hand toward me. Not wasting a moment, I join them in the nest, calming my panicked Alpha.
“Alpha. Knot. Bite,” she insists, her heat muddling her speech.
“I will, baby, soon. Right now, you’re on Cujo’s knot.” And I have no idea how long it’s going to take for that fucker to deflate.
Cujo leans around her, gripping her chin, and presses a kiss to her mouth.
She sighs in delight, and then he runs his lips over her cheek until they reach her ear, whispering something low enough that it remains a secret.
Whatever it is must turn Willow on, because her scent spikes, exploding in the room.
Her eyes find me, and with a wicked grin, she reaches for my hair.
Unwilling to do anything that might get me kicked out of the nest, I let her grab onto it with both fists, and my tiny-but-mighty mate shoves my head toward the juncture of her thighs.
“Only one way to knot her sooner, old man,” Cujo crows. But the joke’s on him because I’ll be the only man inside her soon enough. And then, he won’t be the sole Alpha with a direct connection to her heart any longer.
“Be a good girl for me,” I croon, lapping at her nectar-coated skin as I make my way down her body.
Every inch of sweet skin reminds me of what I almost lost. The closer I get, the stronger her scent is, and my mouth waters.
Running my hand over her top leg, I lift it and drape it over Cujo’s thigh.
My packmate lifts his knee, widening her legs and granting me all the access I need.
Her puffy pink pussy is swollen, stretched around Cujo’s knot, but it’s her throbbing clit that captures my immediate attention. Using my tongue, I circle the sensitive button round and round until her hips begin to wiggle.
Already satiated from Cujo’s hard fucking, it takes a bit of finesse to ramp her system into overdrive.
Glancing over her rippling skin, I notice Cujo sucking her bond mark, his free arm encircling her torso, fingers rolling her nipples until they turn bright red.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.” Her belly flexes, and her entrance spasms, but my packmate’s knot shows no signs of deflating.
I won’t be deterred. Bending my head, I lap at her core, bringing my finger into play.
I rub her overstretched pussy lips, playing and playing until slick slides between her and Cujo, wetting my fingers.
Omegas are extra pliable during their heats, and I take advantage of it, fitting my fingers inside her, regardless of Cujo’s knot.
My eyes dart up, watching for any signs of discomfort, but Willow loves the burn, widening her legs and breathing in short, erratic bursts.
“Dude, what the fuck?” he growls, bringing his hand down to take over grinding her clit.
Willow’s pleasure is the most important thing, and he can’t help but rut into her.
His movement gives me the space I need. Wedging my finger between them, I break their seal.
The pressure makes my baby girl come hard.
Her slick lubricates the way, and with a quick twist, I force Cujo’s knot free right as she comes again, panting and wailing.
“No! Knot!” Her pussy clamps down on air, and I can’t leave my mate unsatisfied. A rush of their combined juices coats my chin, but the only thing I can taste is her sweet honeysuckle.
“Mine!” I roar, nimbly springing to my knees.
Fortunately, he doesn’t fight me, his instincts calmer than my own.
I lift Willow as though she weighs nothing, guiding my cock inside her fluttering core like a heat-seeking missile.
The second my tip breaches her entrance, I’m lost. A red haze tinges my vision, and I lift and drop her on my cock, setting a grueling pace.
Mine. Breed. Claim.
Bite.
The world disappears, and there is only Willow.
Blood roars in my ears, pounding against my sanity as my omega’s tight pussy clamps on my overeager cock.
Her pheromones swirl around me, heightening my rut, and I can’t slow.
My knot expands, and I thrust it hard into her soaked cunt, growling as her body welcomes me home.
Saliva pools in my mouth, unable to hold back, I strike, sinking my teeth into the delicate skin of her neck, opposite Cujo’s mark.
The second I bite, Willow accepts, and as copper floods my mouth, we come together.
Euphoria shatters my heart and then rebuilds it with threads of my mate running through every inch.
Breathing hard, I pull her close, our bodies as close as they can be, unable to believe she’s really mine.
Ours.
Cujo joins us, pulling my baby girl’s hair back and deftly braiding it, then using a cool rag to wipe over her skin. He cares for her, for both of us, tenderly.
“Want me to help you lie down?” he whispers, and for the first time, I realize my thighs are cramping up. “She’ll probably pass out for a bit.”
I nod, grateful for his aid. Cradling her to me, we move together. And when my head touches the pillow, she’s already snoring softly, contentment humming through the bond.
Finally.
The adrenaline crash hits hard, and although I have a billion worries, having my omega on my chest—and my knot—makes them all disappear.
Worries for after her heat.