31. Arlo
Chapter 31
Arlo
E veryone was preparing for the baby, and I wanted to help. Beckett and Phin had set up the nursery at the house, and Hendrix had contributed DNA. I wanted to do something for the baby that would be useful and that Meadow would appreciate.
While Hendrix was out with Meadow on a cute little date, I went into the city to wander around until I found a gift that would work.
I needed something that screamed can we keep you? But maybe not quite as creepy as that.
After hours of no success, and the deadline to meet for our pack dinner approaching quickly, I stumbled across a small craft store and had the amazing idea to make something for my omega.
“Are you looking for anything in particular?” an older brunette beta who smelled like strawberries and wore a polo shirt with the store logo on it asked me after I had spent a good twenty minutes looking at all the various kinds of yarn.
“I want to make something for my omega with this stuff!” I said, pointing eagerly at the wall of yarn.
The brunette sales assistant gave me an indulgent smile. “Do you have a color in mind?”
I nodded. “She loves green, so different shades of that.”
“Okay, in that case I would recommend this yarn.” She crouched down and picked up a gigantic ball of yarn, bigger than a lot of the other ones in the store. “This is a chunky yarn, and it’s really, really soft. I’ve had quite a lot of omegas make items for their nests with this. Here, have a feel.”
I took the ball from her, running my fingers over it and humming in agreement. It was ridiculously soft and Meadow loved soft things.
It was perfect!
“I’ll take it,” I declared, hugging the ball of yarn to my chest.
The sales assistant cocked her head. “What are you planning on making? You can’t make much with just one ball.”
“A throw blanket. Possibly a baby blanket? I’m not entirely sure.”
“In that case, you’ll need several balls.”
I looked at the wall of yarn and all the various shades of green. “Okay, give me everything you’ve got in green tones in this yarn!”
“A-are you sure? We have probably over a hundred balls…”
“That’ll make an extra big blanket, then!” I beamed. “Now, what is this?” I asked, holding up what looked like a knitting needle, but there was only one and it had a hook on it.
The woman bit her lip, trying to conceal her laughter. “That’s a crochet hook. Have you ever done anything with yarn?”
I shook my head. “Nope.”
She sighed, shaking her head with a small laugh. “Why don’t I show you our books for beginners?”
“Perfect!” I bounded after her as she moved toward a different section of the store.
How hard could making a blanket be?
It turned out that making a blanket was extremely difficult.
After three hours of trying to make the yarn resemble something akin to a piece of fabric, I was convinced that crochet was officially a form of witchcraft. There was no other explanation.
All I had to show for my several hours of work was piles of knotted yarn, a hand cramp, and a bad mood. I stared at the offending bits of yarn while I did the stretches I’d learned so I didn’t develop a claw hand from playing guitar.
“We’re back!” Meadow called down the hall, and I heard the pitter-patter of her feet as she stopped in front of my half-open door. “What are you…”
Meadow stopped dead, taking in the explosion of yarn all over my room.
I sighed. “It wasn’t supposed to look like this when you got home.”
“What on earth are you doing?”
“I was trying to make something for you and for the baby, but apparently, the yarn decided it didn’t like me and needed to fight back. I didn’t think it would be this hard.”
Meadow pressed her fingers to her lips as she surveyed the mess and the tangled masses of yarn. “Arlo, this is so sweet.”
“But I couldn’t even make one line of your blanket,” I protested.
“The sweetness comes from the effort. Would you like some help cleaning up the yarn?”
“I can’t have failed at your present and make you help me clean up on top of that.”
“There’s plenty of time for you to learn before the baby gets here.” She smoothed her hand over her stomach. I fucking loved when she did that; it was cute as hell. “Crochet isn’t a one-day skill, but you can practice. Start with something a little smaller, and once you’ve got the hang of it, you can move to something bigger.”
“I guess if you want to be all logical about it.”
Meadow laughed and started to collect the balls of yarn I hadn’t already unraveled. “Give yourself a break. You didn’t learn guitar overnight, did you?”
“No,” I said with a frown, “but if I take that long to learn crochet, the kid’s gonna be starting kindergarten before they get their baby blanket.”
I started winding up some of the yarn, looping the soft strand around my hand over and over. It almost looked like a cuff when I was finished. “Hey, princess?”
“Yeah?”
“Have you ever been tied up to get freaky before?”
“Um, nope. That sounds a little bit claustrophobic.”
“What about tying someone else up?”
“Haven’t done that, either, but it sounds less panic-inducing. Why?”
I held up the loops of yarn. “Want to make me feel better about fucking up your present?”
A blush burst onto her cheeks and flared all the way down her neck, disappearing under the neckline of her shirt at the same time her scent exploded.
I was off the bed in an instant, pulling her in for a devouring kiss. “Fuck, you can’t react like that, or I’m going to eat you up.”
Her answering moan had me filling my hands with the lush curves of her ass. She was so fucking hot, even when she wasn’t doing a thing.
“Tie me up and play with me, princess.”
“Well, when you asked so nicely, how can I refuse? Do you have scissors, in case I fuck up the knots?”
“I do! The nice lady at the store sent me home with some.” I wrestled them out of the package and set them on the bedside table. “Do you want me upright or lying down while you have your wicked way with me?”
Meadow tossed one of the yarn balls at my head, and I caught it easily. “Sit down.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I winked at her just so I could enjoy the fresh rush of pink into her cheeks.
I whipped off my shirt so it wouldn’t get in the way, and then Meadow very carefully wound the chunky yarn around my wrists, her tongue sticking out of the corner of her mouth in concentration. Watching her work was a treat, and it didn’t hurt that every time she glanced up and caught my gaze, she blushed all over again, her perfume so thick in the air by the time she was finished with just my wrists, my cock was rock hard and my body aching to touch her.
“Lie back,” she ordered.
I flung myself backward and scooted up on the bed. Meadow climbed up and carefully straddled my chest while she secured the makeshift cuffs to my headboard. I was pretty sure she was wiggling her hips on purpose, and when her ass cheeks brushed over my cock, I was absolutely certain.
“I wasn’t expecting you to look this good tied up.”
“I feel like I should be offended.” I stuck out my tongue. “I look incredible all the time.”
She laughed and gently trailed her nails down my chest. “I should make you a gag out of the yarn, too, if you’re going to get sassy with me.”
“I have an actual gag if you want.”
That fucking blush of hers was never going to get old. “That might be a bit above my knowledge grade.”
“It’s not scary. Just give me an easy way to indicate I want out.”
Meadow chewed her lip, considering carefully how far she wanted to push our play today. “Okay.”
“It’s in the bottom drawer of the left bedside table.”
She rifled around and came up with the wiffle gag I hadn’t played with in ages, carefully attaching it to me before stripping off her bright red panties from beneath her dress and tucking them into my hand. “Let go of those if you want me to cut you free.”
I nodded, now unable to speak properly, watching her with heat coursing through my body as she wrestled my pants off and climbed right back on top, spreading the skirt of her dress out and over me so I couldn’t see, but I could absolutely feel my cock tucked against the curve of her ass cheeks.
Meadow laughed, fanning herself with her hand. “Holy hell. If we could bottle the look in your eyes right now, you could set off heats for every omega in a thousand-mile radius.”
The gag stopped me from replying that the only omega I wanted to send into heat was her, but I thought it really hard in her direction anyway.
“I should tie your legs up too.” Meadow set about doing just that, winding the chunky yarn around my ankles and securing each one to the footboard. Her eyes gleamed when she turned back to me before bending down and plucking my wallet out of my pants pocket with a grin. “Okay, have fun.”
She retreated to the door, wallet in hand while I blinked after her. When she whipped open the door, Hendrix was there, his hand poised to knock, his eyes wide as he realized what was happening in here.
“Should I come back later?” he asked.
“Nah. I was just showing Arlo the perils of letting people tie him up.” She held up the wallet, and Hendrix burst out laughing.
“That’s one way to teach a lesson. You know what would be even more fun?”
“What?”
He whispered something in her ear, and she glanced back at me with a mischievous smile. I tugged against the yarn but found myself secured. I could probably break out of it, but I was eager to see what the plan was.
Meadow trotted back over with Hendrix on her heels. It wasn’t the first time he had seen me naked, and considering we were sharing an omega, it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Hendrix tipped her forward, and Meadow caught her hands next to my hips, her warm breath ghosting over my skin. She gasped when he dropped down, sliding his hands up her legs to disappear beneath her dress. That was unfair as hell. I wanted to watch her get taken apart.
I smiled as best I could around the gag and gave her a thumbs-up when she looked over at me to make sure I was cool with what was happening. Seeing her lips part and her eyes slide shut had my whole body thrumming.
She was so beautiful and I couldn’t even tell her. Hopefully my panting breath and cock at attention would get that idea across.
Meadow groaned, resting her forehead on my thigh while Hendrix did whatever the fuck he was doing.
He rose up slowly and leaned over her bent form. “You look so fucking gorgeous, dream girl. Why don’t you tell Arlo what the plan is?”
She shuddered. “I can’t touch you until Hendrix makes me come three times, then I have to try to get you off before he finishes.”
Hot damn. That was a plan I could get behind.
“Good girl.” Hendrix wrapped one arm around her waist and dipped his other hand between her thighs. “So fucking wet. Is this for him or me?”
“Both,” she whined.
“That’s the right answer.” He kissed just below her ear, and she tipped her head sideways. “I want to see you dripping and desperate for this entire pack.”
Yes, fucking please.
The next best thing to Meadow coming on my cock was her coming for any of the pack.
Her little nails dug into my thigh while Hendrix worked her at a brutal pace. He scooped up one of her legs, propping her knee on the bed to give himself better access, and I assumed, from the way her eyes rolled back, he’d gotten a few fingers into that sweet pussy.
Her whispered fuck was cute as hell, and I was pretty sure my cock was ready to burst if she so much as breathed on it.
Hendrix let her have a hot second to recover from the first rise before he carefully readjusted her, propping both knees up on the bed and situating her so her perfect breasts brushed against me.
“That’s my perfect omega,” Hendrix crooned. “You can take three this time, right?”
Meadow whimpered but nodded. Her heaving breaths as Hendrix pressed back into her had all her creamy skin teasing me. She wasn’t going to have any trouble getting me off before Hendrix at this rate. I did everything I could to hold back and almost lost the war when Meadow clutched my thigh as Hendrix made her come again.
“Do you think we should take some pity on Arlo?” Hendrix asked with a devilish smirk.
I nodded frantically. I wanted to come inside Meadow, and I couldn’t do that if I came all over myself like a randy teenager.
We both got a bit of a break while Hendrix stripped Meadow out of her dress. She was all lush curves and softness. He unclipped her bra and tossed it aside, leaving the most immaculate titties in history bare for me to enjoy. Her panties were already in my hand, and I was holding on to them for dear life.
Hendrix got her back to standing, moving her to the end of the bed. He started slow, kissing the column of her throat, cupping the fullness of her breasts and rolling those nipples between his fingers while Meadow squirmed.
This was the most exquisite torture.
“As soon as you come,” Hendrix said, “you’re going to take him in your mouth and I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy until you fall apart.”
“Yes,” Meadow breathed.
“Good girl.”
Meadow looked like she was about to come on the spot when he pressed his fingers between her thighs and bit down on the bond mark on her throat. Her ragged cry was fucking delicious, and it hadn’t even finished before Hendrix pushed her forward and her mouth swallowed me up. Her nails dug in sharply at his first thrust, her moan a soft vibration around my cock. Hendrix rode her with a ferocity I had never seen in him before. My sweet omega did her best to keep up, stroking and sucking, but Hendrix set her off first, and she pulled off to cry out.
“Hurry up, dream girl. My knot is ready for you.”
Meadow doubled her effort, tension building through my body, desire coursing in my veins, until I went off like a firework, my vision turning white as I spilled hotly down her throat.
By the time I recovered enough to see again, Hendrix was bent over Meadow, our omega panting and looking extremely well fucked. He unraveled the knots holding my ankles in place, and I eased myself upward to free my wrists. The two of them awkwardly transitioned to lying on the bed, Meadow tucked flush against his body to accommodate his knot fusing them together.
She reached out, unbuckling the gag and setting it aside. I drew her in for a kiss, wanting to say a thousand things at once. Instead, I settled on, “That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. Best omega ever.”