Chapter 20
My Omega is upset. Partially because of her parents’ visit this morning, but also because the scent of her other mates is fading from her nest. I’ve watched her arrange and rearrange her blankets and borrowed clothes for half an hour now, and Bea’s frustration continues to grow.
While I cannot do much to ease her parent’s worry, I can help with her scent problem. Grabbing my phone, I sneakily snap a photo of her sour, frazzled expression. Creating a group chat is easy enough now that I have Shiloh and Creed’s numbers.
Ridley: Picture Message
Send scent-marked clothes.
Orion: I will stop by Shiloh’s apartment on my way back.
Shiloh: Please give me my key back.
Ridley: You’re going to deny Bea your scent? Ballsy.
Shiloh… No.
I would prefer not to have one of you snooping through my dirty clothes.
Orion: Then bring them to the apartment tonight. I’m cooking, so you can eat with us.
An offer that goes to the other two as well.
Creed: Drops pinned location
This is my place. My neighbor has a spare key. Grab anything Bea needs.
We’ll be back tomorrow afternoon.
Ridley: Don’t worry, Lex. I’ll grab stuff from the apartment for you.
Lex: …
Ridley: We’re going to need a bigger place. There’s no way all of us will fit inside the nest here.
Orion: Yeah. It was pretty cramped with just the two of us and Bea.
No other messages come through. These assholes are frustrating, but at least Bea will have their scents tonight.
Crawling into her nest, I grab her calf and yank, knocking her to her stomach. I press my weight against her back and move her hair away from her face.
“Omega.” My voice rumbles from my chest, turning into a purr that has her melting beneath me. “How can I help?”
Bea hesitates, teeth digging into her bottom lip. I gently pry the abused flesh loose with my thumb, dipping the tip between her lips. Her tongue flicks across it, and she smiles.
Suddenly, she flips over and tackles me to the ground. Soft brown curls create a curtain around us as she stares down at me. “Bite me, Alpha. Make me yours. I need to know you won’t ever walk away from me again, not even for work.”
Grinning, I reach up and brush her hair to one side of her head. My palm grips the back of her neck and pulls her down to me, smashing our lips together. I use my other hand to move her thighs to either side of my hips, lining her core with my already hard cock.
“Take what you want, sunshine. I’m already yours.”
Bea’s nails rake down my chest and over my shirt before she pushes the fabric up and tosses it aside. Clasping my hands behind my head, I enjoy the way she groans, eyes trained on my flexed biceps.
When she sees my smirk, she pinches my nipple and twists hard, making me yelp. “That’s cruel, Omega!”
Shrugging, she gives me a wicked grin. “Someone has to keep your ego in check, Alpha. ”
Oh, so slowly, she pulls Creed’s giant shirt over her head, exposing inch after glorious inch of delicious golden skin.
My mind briefly rallies in protest when I see the remnants of the bruises on her body, but I remind myself that this is her decision. If she feels comfortable enough to pursue a moment of intimacy with me, denying her would only cause insecurities she doesn’t need added to her plate.
“Fucking gorgeous.”
A soft pink colors her chest and cheeks, but my girl isn’t embarrassed. No, this is all confidence. And it is sexy as hell!
Her hands ghost up her thighs and stomach, cupping her breasts. Thin fingers roll her nipples, and her head falls back, a breathy little moan falling from her lips.
When her hips rock, grinding her soaked little pussy against my sweatpants, I snap. There’s no way in hell I’m lying here and patiently watching my Omega pleasure herself. I owe her too many orgasms.
Bea yelps, laughing when her back meets the bottom of her nest. The sound turns into a moan when I grip the side of her panties and pull until the fabric tears. My mouth finds her center, tongue swimming in the river of slick leaking down her thighs.
I soak up every single groan, moan, and plea that falls from her lips as I devour her. The sweet, citrusy taste of her slick is more addictive than I remember. She’s the most delicious beachside cocktail I could ever imagine.
Circling her clit with my tongue, I push one, then two fingers into her. She immediately clenches down, her body trying to pull me deeper. I flatten my tongue and set a quick rhythm. One I know will drive her crazy.
Fingers dig into my hair, pulling me closer as her moans grow in intensity. Her thighs wrap around my head, clamping down. A breathy mewl fills the air as she comes.
I don’t relent, pushing her further. One orgasm into the next, until she’s mindlessly begging for my knot. Only then do I pull back, wiping her slick from my face with one hand.
After kicking my sweats off, I wrap my slick, soaked hand around my dick, stroking slowly.
My head falls back, eyes slipping closed as I groan in delight.
My nose wrinkles, hating how faint the tipsy scent of her arousal is.
This room should be flooded with her perfume, but those assholes at the breeding ring stole that from her.
A growl rattles from my throat, and I feel my baser self surge forward. Driven by my instinctive need to protect my Omega.
“Alpha?”
My head snaps down, eyes flying open to lock on my mate. She looks like a goddess. All golden delicious curves and dark curls. Sweat-soaked and bare for my pleasure.
Palming the backs of her thighs, I carefully push them up toward her chest, cautious of her wounds. The tip of my cock slides against her slit, bumping her swollen clit with each pass. Tilting my hips back, I catch her entrance and push in.
Tight, wet warmth grips me, sending electric shocks up my spine with every millimeter I push deeper. Fucking Fates, we need this. To reconnect our bodies and revel in each other’s pleasure.
This Omega is mine. Mine.
Pulling my hips back, I slam forward, setting a punishing pace as I rut into her.
I’m entranced by the way her body moves.
The scrambling of her hands as they dig into the sheets, anchoring herself.
Heavy, peaked breasts bounce each time our hips meet, hypnotizing me.
I let one hand drop from her thighs and reach up to cup one, squeezing the soft skin.
My pace quickens, a fist gripping the base of my spine as I teeter on the edge of an orgasm. I swipe my thumb over her clit, guiding her to release with me. Spurt after spurt of my cum fills her wet pussy.
“Knot,” she whimpers, hands gripping my hips and trying to pull me against her.
Baring my teeth, I pull out and flip her to her stomach. “Mate.”
She keens when I slam back inside of her, one hand pressing between her shoulder blades to hold her down. Strained pleas fall from her parted lips as I pound into her, angling each thrust to pummel against the spot deep within her that has pleasure rushing through her body in crashing waves.
Trailing my hand down her spine, I grip her cheeks and spread her open, watching as she takes my cock, knot brushing her entrance. Her walls hungrily grip me, muscles rippling as she grows closer and closer to her peak.
As she shouts, the sound as depraved as it is breathless, I wrap her hair around my fist and pull her against my chest. The change in angle pushes her weight down on my knot, which slips inside her pussy. Euphoria greets me as I lock us in place, finding my release as she convulses in my arms.
I tilt her head to the side and strike, teeth sinking deep into the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet. The most vibrant, blush pink thread reaches from her chest to intertwine with the pastel blue in mine.
Bea tilts her head back, latching onto the skin beneath my jaw. Our threads braid together, solidifying our bond. My tongue laves over my mark, helping it to heal faster.
I shift us to our sides and lay us down, grinning when my Omega groans with another mini-orgasm. “I love you, sunshine. So Fates-damn much.”
Her eyes find mine over her shoulder, the most content smile on her face. “I love you, too, Alpha.”
“Holy shit, you weren’t joking!” I damn near moan around the mouth full of the dinner Orion made.
Having a pack mate who can cook will be awesome. Lex and I usually survive on frozen meals and takeout. A hazard of living like bachelors and working on the road.
“Orion is incredible in the kitchen,” Bea comments, her eyes shining with so much love and appreciation that it makes my heart hurt. Based on the soft way Orion is staring back at her, he is just as gone for our girl as I am.
“Where did you learn to cook like this?”
His expression falls a bit, a lost look entering his eyes. Bea places her hand on his, gently reassuring him. I feel like I just accidentally stepped on an emotional landmine.
“You don’t have to answer.”
“No,” he says, shaking his head and making his blue hair fall into his face. “It’s good to talk about it. I had an Omega mate before. My childhood sweetheart and I bonded after we graduated from our respective academies.”
My stomach sours at hearing the sadness in his voice. Mate bonds are permanent. The only way out of them is… well, death.
“Serenity, she wasn’t a good cook. More of the burn the kitchen down trying to make toast type. Her family life wasn’t great, so she never had the chance to learn those necessary survival skills. I learned at the Academy so I could surprise her.”
“That’s incredibly sweet.” Bea swoons, hanging on Orion’s every word. I half expect to turn and see her barely hiding her jealousy, but it seems she has made peace with this other woman’s existence. A real feat, because Omegas are territorial as hell.
Orion smiles at her before turning back to face me. “She died. Serenity. A car accident. It was horrific, feeling her bond tear from my chest.”