Chapter 21 Cole
TWENTY-ONE
Cole
“I’ll meet you there.” Damon pulls on his helmet, stomping over to his huge Harley. He swings one leg over the side then kicks off into the night, the engine roaring.
It’s a good thing there’s no space for him in the car because I’m furious at him for how he’s acting.
Faye looked heartbroken when he said he was going to leave.
Doesn’t he understand the magnitude of this?
He’s not only sabotaging his own happiness but the packs too, and I’m tired of it.
Rejecting your omega—our scent match—during a heat is completely unacceptable.
He needs to get his head out of his ass for long enough to realize that she’s the best thing to ever happen to us.
However, I’ll have to deal with Damon later because, right now, our number one priority is taking Faye someplace safe.
This will be her first real heat. She’s going to need us to coach her through it. Since her last scare, we’re much more prepared. We’ve all researched and planned what to do in case it happened again. I even bought a cabin in the mountains to make sure we would never be caught off guard.
SVU is situated at the bottom of a large mountain range that is peppered with cabins throughout the woodland.
Many students rent out the mountain cabins during heats, SVU’s location being one of the many reasons why it’s so popular with alphas and omegas.
I didn’t want to risk relying on a rental, though—not when I couldn’t be sure it’d be available when we need it.
Besides, buying one means we can fill it with all the home comforts Faye deserves.
While it still needs work, it’ll be better than a poorly constructed blanket fort in the pack house.
Our first heat together is a big deal—not only for Faye but for all of us. Although I’m not showing it, I’m nervous as hell. I want this to be perfect. We can’t blow this. Not with Faye. She’s too important.
Ren leads Faye to the sleek, black Town Car waiting. “This way, baby.”
“Sorry for my attire, Mr. Silverwood.” Frank bows, opening the car door for us.
He’s still wearing his tartan pajamas but has shoved his driver’s cap, rather lopsidedly, on his head.
If it wasn’t such a serious situation, it’d be almost comical.
Frank’s forehead wrinkles deepen in concern when he sees Faye.
“I wanted to get here as quickly as possible to get the little lady where she needs to be.”
“Hi Frank.” Faye breathes through the pain, even braving a small smile. “Sorry to wake you.”
Our omega is strong. I made all of us try a heat emulator once because I thought it was important to have a real understanding of what they go through.
To truly be able to empathize. The machine mimicked the cramps omega’s experience.
Damon was the only one who could speak through the worst of the pain.
For Faye to be smiling is a huge testament to her inner strength.
Though I’m not sure how long she’ll be able to hold it together. ”
“Wake me?” Frank waves off her apology. “Don’t you worry about me, little lady.”
As Ren bundles her into the back seat, Frank turns to me. “I put some extra blankets in the back. My sister was an omega—God rest her soul. It’s not much, but keeping her warm will help.”
“Thanks.” I clap him on the back. “I’ll pay you double for this.”
“I won’t hear of it!” He shakes his head. “Now let’s go. The roads are quiet, so I should be able to get you up there in half an hour if I put my foot down. I’ll put up the partition to give you some privacy.”
“Who’s riding up front?” Laz asks.
He’s not doing well at hiding his nerves, bouncing on the spot.
“Why don’t you keep Frank company in the front, Laz?” I put my hand on his shoulder then add under my breath, “I know you’re scared, bro. Just use the drive as a chance to chill out, okay? You’re gonna be fine.”
Clearly relieved, Laz sighs and nods. Despite his usual overly confident bravado, Laz is eager to please. He’ll do anything to keep our omega happy.
“It hurts so bad.” Faye is writhing in pain, her eyes slammed shut when I slide into the seat next to her. Her voice is unusually high-pitched, and she’s burning up. “Please… I need…”
“Do you need some relief, omega?” I offer.
There’s no way she’s going to make it all the way to the cabin. We’re going to have to help her take the edge off.
“Yes.” She clutches her stomach. “Please, alpha.”
“Tell us what you need.” I trail the pads of my fingers up and down her arm.
“Knots.” When her big, brown eyes look at me like she is now—full of need—I’ll do anything she asks. “I need knots.”
My cock hardens at the sheer desperation in her voice. I’d fill her right here, burying my knot inside her if I could, but we’re lacking in space.
“Later,” I promise. “How about we touch you? Would you like to soak my fingers with your slick while you play with Ren’s knot?”
“Mm, yes.” She wiggles back-and-forth, like she’s trying to buck against an invisible hand. “I want…” She eagerly reaches for the buttons on Ren’s pants.
Ren’s eyes pan wide as saucers, darting up to me. “Are you sure?”
“She feels most comfortable with you,” I reply. “But don’t forget, this is her first time being touched, so we need to take it slow.”
We’ve never had group sex before, but we all know that’s part of the deal when you’re in a pack serving an omega.
All we care about is her pleasure, and Ren needs this.
The disaster with Belle made him feel inferior, so despite my knot begging for her attention, I want him to know how it feels to be truly desired.
Faye huffs moodily. “Stupid buttons!”
I chuckle. “You’re not being very patient, little omega.”
“But I need it!”
“Here you are, baby.” Ren helps her out, pulling his hard cock out his pants. It twitches as she wraps her tiny hand around it.
“It’s so warm and silky.” She snatches her bottom lip with her teeth as she rubs her hands up and down his shaft. “I’ve never touched one before.”
“Just follow your instincts, little omega,” I encourage. “Ren will show you what he likes.”
While she’s distracted by Ren’s cock, I slide my hands underneath her dress. The fabric rides up, giving me the perfect view of her creamy, soft thighs.
“Move your hands up and down like this.” Ren puts his hands over hers, guiding them. “Yeah, just like that.”
She perfumes, a deliciously sweet vanilla and honeycomb explosion filling the car. Faye’s usual scent is delicate and understated, but during heat, it takes on a whole different level of intensity.
I don’t know how Ren hasn’t already come—I’m struggling not to.
I stroke her inner thighs, exploring where no alpha has before.
She quivers under my touch, and her curvy hips buck, demanding more.
Even though she hasn’t fully fallen into the throes of heat yet, I can already tell she’ll be insatiable.
I pause at the edge of her wet panties. “Do you want me to touch you, Faye?”
“Yes.”
“Say yes please, alpha,” I demand.
“Yes please, alpha,” she whines.
I slip my hands into her panties, her sweet, slippery slick dousing my fingers. She’s absolutely drenched.
“More,” she orders, taking out her frustration on Ren by moving her hand in fast strokes.
Ren’s breathing quickens. “Give her what she wants, man.”
“You want this?” I tease, stroking her clit.
“Yes! Oh yes, alpha!” She gyrates against my fingers, chasing her pleasure and coating me in more slick. “More! More!”
I slide one finger inside her, then another. She gasps, a flush creeping up her chest and over her cheeks. I want to put a lot more inside her, but that’ll have to wait until later.
She writhes, reveling in the moment. I curl my index finger, strumming her G-spot as her pulsing pussy hugs my fingers.
“More!” Her pleading calls to my primal instincts to give her everything she wants. “Please, alpha.”
We’re probably about halfway from the cabin, but she can’t wait that long. I knock on the privacy screen separating us from Frank and Laz three times—a signal for Frank to pull over. It’s a small backseat for two alphas and an omega. Plus, I can’t do what I need to while we’re moving.
Ren’s eyes roll back in his head, his white-knuckled grip on the door handle telling me he’s trying his best not to come while Faye enthusiastically works his cock. She’s a natural.
I press the microphone button to speak to Frank through the intercom with my spare hand. “Give us ten minutes.”
As soon as we come to a stop, I remove Faye’s seat belt. Thankfully, the car windows are tinted.
“Do you want to taste your alpha’s cum, little omega?” I ask.
A glazed, euphoric expression sweeps over her face as she nods excitedly.
“Put Ren’s cock in your mouth, little omega,” I instruct, withdrawing my dripping fingers.
“Oh, fuck.” Ren groans as she scrambles over and wraps her lips around him.
It’s so hot seeing her get him off, and I can’t wait until I get my turn.
Her position gives me the best view of her round ass, pointed in the air. I slide two fingers into her heat again, marveling as I watch them disappear.
I smile at the puddle of slick on the seats where she was sitting.
Just seeing that would be enough to send a young alpha straight into a rut, and even older alphas aren’t immune from them.
Especially when an omega smells this good.
Ruts are uncontrollable urges, similar to an omega’s heat, where an alpha’s base instinct takes over entirely, losing themselves to their body’s need to knot.
Somehow, I maintain my focus, concentrating on Faye’s pleasure as I zone in on the way her back arches in response to my movements.
The back seat door flies open, Laz’s jaw hanging open at Faye devouring Ren’s cock. Judging by the noises and Ren’s blissful expression, they’re both having a lot of fun.
“Well, it looks like I missed out.” Laz adjusts himself. “Fuck. This is so hot.”
“Do you want me to make you see stars while Ren comes down your throat, little omega?” I ask, quickening my pace and thrusting my fingers farther into her.
Faye murmurs something back—impossible to understand when her mouth is so full—but a gush of slick dripping down my wrist answers my question.
“Your mouth feels incredible,” Ren grunts.
She mewls, clearly loving taking him. For someone who hasn’t been with a man before, she sure seems to know what she’s doing.
I carefully remove my fingers, making her whine while Laz watches.
“Be patient, little omega,” I encourage, although I’d never make her wait too long.
During a heat, it’s our job to give her what she needs. We’ll have plenty of time for teasing later. This is our time to give her pure pleasure.
Opening the car door I drop to my knees on the ground outside. I grab her hips then pull her back onto my face, making her pop off Ren’s cock for a second with a whine. I immediately dive in, desperate to taste her slick.
After one taste of her slick, I want to drown in it. It’s like sweet caramel on a vanilla sundae. I dive into her pussy, licking and sucking, pushing my tongue into her, lapping up every drop. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted. I could eat her pussy all day.
She pushes her shapely ass back, wanting more. When she perfumes, I’m lost to her smell.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Ren murmurs. “Your mouth feels so fucking good.”
As she trembles at his praise, I hold her clit in my mouth, sucking on it gently. Just enough to bring her to the edge.
“You’re amazing at sucking cock.” Ren’s breathing grows ragged. He grabs her hair and holds her in place as his hips buck. “You’re gonna make me come so hard.”
He grunts as he releases down her throat. As soon as she tastes him, she comes undone, moaning all over his dick while an orgasm crashes through her.
“Fuck, Faye,” Laz grumbles, watching on. “You’re so beautiful when you come. Look at all that slick.”
Faye slurps up the last of Ren’s cum before moaning, her head hanging limply between her arms as she surrenders to the sensation.
Ren swipes his finger in the pool of slick then licks it off, moaning. “She tastes amazing.”
He does it again then holds out his finger for Laz, who licks Ren’s finger clean without a second thought. Laz sighs, his cock straining against his pants. “Cole’s one lucky bastard.”
I lick and fuck her with my fingers until her pussy stops squeezing me. When she pulls in a deep breath, quivering, I straighten up.
“How do you feel now, little omega?” I lick her nectar off my lips.
“Much better.” Faye adjusts her dress before sitting upright. With her tussled hair and cheeks colored with a rosy glow, she’s even more stunning than usual. “Th-thank you.”
Ren grins. “We should be the ones thanking you.”
“I’d get arrested if anyone caught me touching myself out here,” Laz gripes. “But you haven’t made it easy.”
Faye giggles.
“Get back in the front, Laz,” I order. “We’re not far now.”
I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close. Even though we haven’t knotted yet, I know she’s made for us. I only hope she feels the same.