Chapter 28
CHAPTER 28
Amir
E ven as Enzo pulled the SUV into the garage and opened the back door, I refused to release Issa, refused to allow anyone to pull her from my cock. My slick dampened my jeans and my cum rolled from her and pooled on my lap after orgasming twice already in the thirty-minute drive from the omega store to our home.
Those two orgasms had taken the edge off the worst of the pain, but it was still there. And her soft, warm body against mine gave me some comfort.
Sweat beaded along her hairline, and I feared it was from my fever cooking her. Yet I still refused to let her go. It felt as though the moment she was no longer in my arms the worst of the symptoms would crash into me and sweep me under.
My cycles weren’t exactly fun in the past, but this one was grabbing me by the throat.
And kicking me in the balls.
While tearing through my fucking uterus .
Yep. Male omegas were rare. And we were blessed with the chance to carry children. But honestly, this part sucked balls. And not in the sexy kind of way, either.
Issa’s pants were pulled down at an awkward angle, so I either had to release her and walk through the door without her cunt wrapped around my cock or beg someone to tear those fucking jeans away from her body so she could wrap her legs around my waist. And yeah. I had every intention of taking her against every surface possible until we made it to the nest.
But the sooner I released her, the sooner we could all get to the nest, the sooner one of my alphas could knot me and chase away the cramping and fever before it got a full stranglehold on me.
Reluctantly, I lifted her off my cock and helped her pull her pants up her hips enough that she could walk without tripping over herself. At least I hadn’t fully lost my mind to my hindbrain and had enough forethought to avoid letting my beta get hurt.
Though I wasn’t sure how much longer the coherency would last.
The second she could walk without getting caught up in the hem of her jeans, I wrapped my hand around hers and began to rush through the garage and into the house, Enzo ahead of us, Ax and Cyrus following right behind.
Bags rustled as we hurried through the house, up the stairs, and to the omega quarters.
It wasn’t right. None of it was right. I wanted time for my pack to leave their scents on all the new stuff before bringing it into my nest. I hadn’t even had enough time to arrange everything the way my omega needed.
Issa tugged free from my hand and veered off toward the refrigerator and a whine immediately tore from my chest before I could stop it.
Everyone froze in their tracks, hefty levels of alpha hormones exploding into the air.
“I’m just getting water. Go get ready, set everything the way you want it, and I’ll be there before you’re done.”
The whine still filled the air, but it was softer. Stupid omega hormones. My logical side knew what she was doing, but my omega side feared she was rejecting me when I needed her.
“Come on, omega. Let’s get you ready,” Cyrus, the ever calm and steady alpha, said, wrapping his free arm around my shoulders and urging me toward the stairs.
His warm, rain dampened wood scent wrapped around me like a blanket, and I rubbed my cheek against his chest and shoulder as we made our way down the hall.
Enzo stepped in ahead of us, both hands clutched around the handles of several bags. He pulled open the door to the nest and flipped on the dim lights that hung overhead. A lot of omegas preferred something simple like fairy lights or even candles. My omega leaned toward the exposed Edison bulbs, aiding me to see my pack clearly without assaulting my overly sensitive eyes.
Everything felt sensitive. My skin was tight and itchy, and my clothes felt like sandpaper against my flesh with every step. I was both hot and freezing cold as my fever rose and rose until my heart raced and my vision blurred.
Sounds escaped my mouth as I yanked the bags from my alphas’ hands and began to arrange the pillows and blankets around the room.
But they smelled wrong. It all smelled wrong.
Not right .
As though anticipating my needs, Enzo, Ax, and Cyrus darted forward, stripped naked, and began to lift the new items and rub them against their scent glands before setting them exactly where I’d arranged them.
But it still wasn’t right. Something was missing. Some one was missing.
“Issa,” I said. Or rather whined. Her name came out on a whimper even as my alphas carefully and gently began to remove my clothing and guided me to the cushioned floor.
“She’s coming, omega,” Cyrus cooed, smoothing his hands over my hair. “Fuck, you’re burning up.”
Enzo left the room, and my stupid fucking omega began to whine at the sense of abandonment. Two of my packmates were now missing.
Enzo left me. My pack lead left me .
“Shh. He’s coming back. We’re all here.”
“Should we ease him?” Ax asked, stroking his hand along my chest, down to my cock where he gave a soft, gentle stroke, then back up.
Not enough. Damn it. I needed more. I needed…
I couldn’t even finish that sentence. I needed knots. I needed my alphas. I needed my beta.
I needed a release and I needed to be bred.
When the lust haze faded and my heat passed, I would be thankful I was on birth control.
But my omega wanted my alphas to fill me with their cum, to fill me with their pups, to breed me until my body couldn’t take any more.
Enzo hurried back into the room carrying a few towels and a wet washcloth that he pressed to my forehead.
“Should we put him in the bath?” Cyrus asked.
“No,” I murmured. “Knot. Please.”
“Fuck,” Ax growled a moment before he urged my knees apart and tested my entrance with his finger. “So slick. So warm and tight,” he said in a guttural voice before lining the head of his cock to my ass and slowly pushing forward.
The feeling of him deep inside of me eased some of the painful cramping, but I needed his knot, I needed the heat of his release painting my inner walls.
I needed my beta.
“Issa,” I cried out as tears burned the backs of my eyes then spilled over my temples to soak into my hair and the pillow under my head.
“I’m here,” she said, breathing heavily as she dropped the armful of water bottles and lowered to my side. “I’m here, baby.”
With Ax slowly thrusting into me, his knot pressing against my opening each time, and Issa lowering her lips to mine, my omega began to settle. At least the sense of rejection began to settle.
But the rest …
The five of us had a few days before we would finally get any rest. And were I not in pain and feeling as though I was being burned alive from the inside out, I might have celebrated the fact I would be fucked by my pack over and over for days on end.
“Naked. Please,” I begged Issa as she took over for Enzo and pressed the cool cloth to my forehead and cheeks. “I need you.”
Cyrus helped her undress quickly, then held her hand to keep her steady as she threw a leg over my hips and lowered onto my cock, her core so tight, so warm and wet around me.
“Holy fuck, that’s hot,” Ax said as Issa began to ride me. His thrusts grew faster, harder, more desperate. “I’m going to knot you, omega. I want to hear you cum and fill our beta while I fill this tight little ass.”
He sure as hell didn’t need to tell me twice. Between having Ax’s thick cock stimulating my prostate and my beta’s cunt swallowing my dick…my body tightened to the point of pain before an orgasm ripped through me, filling Issa with jet after jet of my hot cum, my ass spasming around Ax’s cock.
“Fuuuck,” he growled out before gripping my thighs in a bruising hold and pushed forward until his knot worked past the tight ring of muscles and locked us together, his release feeling as though someone had doused me with ice water to put out the flames licking at my nerve endings.
Cyrus pressed his soft lips to my forehead. “You’re so perfect, omega. Look how good you make your beta feel. Look how good you’re taking your alpha.”
Another whimper tore from my chest, but this one at least wasn’t from pain. For a pack who’d never had an omega in their life, they sure as hell knew exactly what I needed when I needed it.