46. Sam
Chapter 46
W atching another alpha mark Kelly first, I’m surprised by how unbothered I am. I expected to be jealous or at least feel a bit aggressive. However, even watching them cuddled up on the floor, waiting for his knot to soften, the only thing I can really think about is how much I wish they had something soft and comfortable to relax against. Still, I refuse to make presumptions about Teddy’s nest, so if he wants to invite them in, it’s entirely his choice.
I still plan to bond both of them…all four of them. I don’t know, but definitely Kelly and Teddy. They’re mine. Maybe Steve…Garret…as long as there’s no sex involved, maybe. Turning my gaze back to Teddy and Steve, my omega sits on the edge o f his nest. His legs opened wide, fingers tangled in the alpha’s hair. Steve kneels between his splayed thighs. There’s a low moan, but I’m not sure which one it comes from.
Teddy’s already peeled off all of his clothing. He wasn’t wearing a shirt when we came in, saying it was too itchy. He must have lost his pants while I was creeping on our beta. Steve’s still dressed in his long-sleeved shirt. It’s now officially out of place. Three people in this room are naked. The omega that he has proclaimed as the love of his life is going into heat. He’s going down on said omega, and despite how flushed his face is, he’s wearing a long-sleeves and jeans. The only concession he’s made is to pull his cock out.
This just feels too off kilter. Still, watching him work Teddy over with his mouth—our omega’s head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut—I’d hate to interrupt them. Instead, I take my time, watching them as I peel my own clothes off. Teddy opens his eyes and reaches over, grabbing at my shirt when I remove it. I’m not hugely surprised. He did mention wanting to make sure the nest smelled like us.
I slide my jeans and jockeys down before stepping out of them, handing them to Teddy in case he wants them as well. I’m hard as a fucking rock with all the pheromones in the air. I kneel behind Steve, fist his hair, and yank his head back. We still have to be careful. The clothes cover his bandages, but he’s still injured.
Teddy lets out a low groan, his own hands dropping to the side as he watches us, a large drop of pre-come leaking out of his hard dick and running down. I push Steve’s head forward and his tongue comes out to catch it.
“You’re the only one still dressed, Little Alpha. Don’t you want to show our omega how much you need him?” Steve gives a little whimper and I pull his head back and up, close to enough that I can speak quietly, just to him. His body bows towards the bed, his erection straining towards Teddy. Our omega licks his lips, but I shake my head when he looks at me, and he sticks his bottom lip out in an adorable pout.
“Tell me. Why are you still dressed? What exactly are you hiding under your long shirts? I was really hoping that after the last few days we were past secrecy. You seem to know all of ours now. If it’s something upsetting, maybe I can help.”
After meeting his father and hearing some of what the rest of my pack dealt with at his hands, I’m not surprised to hear his faint whisper of, “Scars.” I smile at his trust and nod against him so he can feel it. Then I lean down and gently bite the side of his neck. It’s not where I want to leave my mark, but with his shirt on, it’ll be impossible to mark him properly.
His whole body shudders as I twist my wrist to pull the hair at the base of his scalp and bite against his neck again, harder. He lets loose a long keening cry as he orgasms, splattering the floor and his pants.
“Well, well. Looks like you made a mess, Little Alpha. Gonna have to get you cleaned up now.” I slide my hand up his back, under the long shirt that he wears as armor. His breath comes out in harsher pants as I feel a myriad of bumps and ridges where our skin touches.
If that son of a bitch wasn’t dead, I’d fucking kill him myself. Still, if we’re going to be a pack, he can’t hide the entire time. I look around the room. Teddy is watching us intently. Kelly is sitting cross-legged in Garret’s lap now, both staring at us. Neither of them seems as surprised as our omega or myself when I slide the shirt up to reveal a torso swirling in black ink.
I’ve changed hands so that I only have to release his hair for a moment to get his shirt off—peeling gently down his shoulder—and my breath catches for a moment at the sight. It’s too dim in here to see any scars, but I feel them, lurking below the monochromatic canvas of his skin. I wonder briefly if there’s a pattern in the tattoos, but now’s the time to reassure him. We can talk more later.
“Nobody can see the scars, Vee, it’s too dark. Your skin’s beautiful. You will need to tell me about these later, though.” I run my hand around his waist and up and over his chest.
Looking down his torso, the only image I can fully make out is also the only one not made of solid black ink—a tiny teddy bear with a red heart. It’s obvious who that’s for. He shudders against me again, and I let his body unbow, pulling him into me, and holding tightly while he takes deep gasping breaths.
Still, we just installed this damned floor, so I throw his long-sleeved shirt over the puddle of come he left—we’ll need to clean properly later. Teddy meets my eyes, and I nod this time. He slides off the bed, kneeling in front of us, and goes to wrap his arms around the shivering alpha.
His eyes go wide, and I hear the small, “Oh,” escape as he takes in the tiny bear tattoo. Reaching out like he wants to touch it, I grab his hand before he makes contact. I have no doubt that it’s covering another scar. The alpha in my arms is broken enough as it is, and I don’t want him to panic at the contact. We can give him a bit more time.
Teddy
M y mind is fuzzy, stuffed with cotton-y clouds of need. But even through the haze I can tell something’s wrong with Vee. Sobbing and twitching isn’t the reaction that’s expected after you come…at least not in my experience. But Sam has him, and I trust my alpha to take care of us.
Unfortunately for Sam, I need him right now as well. The cramps aren’t too bad yet, but they’ll get progressively worse without a knot. I want to explore Vee. I want to taste his whole body. Lick my way down his stomach and take him in my mouth like he took me.
I want to taste both my alphas, but if somebody doesn’t fuck me soon, it’s gonna get really unpleasant. Reaching forward, I capture Vee’s face, pulling us together so I can touch him, savor his lips. He twitches when my hands slide behind his neck, and Sam shakes his head at me again. Ignoring my bigger alpha I pull Vee towards me, my mouth capturing his as our bodies press together—and earn myself a low warning growl from Sam in the process.
But I don’t care. I need him. Fuck, I’ve needed him since before my designation came in. Now that my hormones are rolling over me like a freight train, I feel like I might scream if I can’t touch him. Sam’s growl cuts out when Vee’s arms circle my waist, pressing us tighter, and all I feel is bliss at finally having him with me. His mouth opens under mine, surrendering as my tongue dips inside.
He groans into my mouth and I swallow the sound, desperate for more of him. His hands grip my hips, pulling me tight against him. He’s already hard again, but the zipper on his jeans chafes my skin, and I push lightly against his chest to help him slide them down. He whines pitifully, his lips trying to reach mine again. He tries to pull me back, then looks surprised when I grit out, “Jeans…stabby…off.”
Sam chuckles beside us, and I didn’t even realize that our big alpha had moved. “He’s gotta point there, Little Alpha. You don’t want to risk hurting him, do ya? ”
Vee’s hands drop as he struggles with the tight denim. It’s harder to peel off with his earlier release soaking through the fabric, and he lets out a loud snarl when he nearly destroys the zipper in his rush.
Then he’s on me again, pushing me to the floor, nearly feral as he bites and sucks my skin. His breath coming out in a series of tiny whines and whimpers as he bites down against my throat, his teeth scraping over the tender flesh. My body shudders under him at the sensation. I’ve never seen this side of Vee before. He was always the submissive one when we’ve been together, but having him on top of me, pinning me, taking what he needs…it’s fucking hot.
Not that I can let it continue, at least not for long. Vee stalls out, his kisses turning tender and sweet. His body stutters like he’s not sure what to do, and I wrap my fingers in his hair so I can sink my teeth into the delectable skin where his shoulder meets his neck. I don’t break the surface, not yet—I need to be fucking him when I claim him. Soon though.
The air shifts around us, and I use my hand to turn his head. Our combined gazes traveling up the long legs and thick thighs of our alpha. It’s a long-damned way to look up, and he chuckles when he sees us staring. But holy fucking shit. I’ve seen Sam naked before, but not from this angle. Scrambling to get off the floor, I drag Vee with me so we’re kneeling in front of the head of our pack. I want to lick him like a fucking popsicle.
Clearly, I’m not the only one, since Vee leans forward next to me. Sam shudders as we make contact, my tongue tracing along the thick vein that throbs down his length. Vee seems content to focus on the base, paying extra care and attention to the bigger alpha’s knot, licking and sucking the skin. Seeing it makes me want to jump him again. Fuck him hard and fast…maybe while Sam takes me from behind.
My hormones are insane, and a high needy whine slips out, drawing both of the alphas’ attention. Sam grabs my hair, pulling me up so I’m standing in front of him. Vee seems to take that as an invitation to stroke me, and I let out a low whimpering moan as Sam drags my mouth to his before pulling away. “Invite us into your nest omega. I need to claim you properly.” His voice is a low growl, almost feral with need—I scramble to obey.
My inner omega is careful of all the work I’ve done, cautiously climbing into the round space I’ve created on the mattress and looking back at my waiting alphas. My gaze flicks over to Kelly and Garret, and he’s still holding her. Even with my hormones going nuts all over the room, he seems content to just sit there forever. His face buried in her neck, rocking her back and forth. She looks up, meeting my eyes—her sweet smile captivates me.
My mind spins, trying to figure out how to get all my mates in the nest together. I hold my hand out to Sam, and the feeling of his big rough fingers wrapping around mine sends a shiver all the way down my spine. Vee is next since he’s closest and just follows behind Sam like a lost puppy. Garret can come in. Even if he’s not mine, he’s Kelly’s and I need her. Vee won’t like her being here, but he can just suck it because she’s mine too .
I hold my hand out to Kelly as well, and while she seems hesitant at first, Garret stands behind her, nudging her gently towards the bed. Her hesitance seems to have less to do with not wanting to come into my nest, and more the fact that she doesn’t know what to do. I mentally chide myself for not going over everything beforehand—forgetting that she’s a beta. She just melds so seamlessly into my life that I don’t think about how different our backgrounds are.
She climbs over the low wall of pillows, and trips. I wonder briefly how she’s survived this long, especially with her childhood bedroom being upstairs. Garret and Sam both throw their arms out to catch her, but she slams into my chest, anyway. It’s not until I look down that I notice the new bite mark on the tender skin of her shoulder, and while part of me is a little jealous, the other part is just glad she has so many other people to help me take care of her.
Placing a gentle kiss on her lips, I turn her back towards Garret and gently pass her over. They were snuggly and adorable earlier, and she needs to keep her energy up. She’ll probably be the only coherent one of us before this is all over with. Then I turn to my two alphas. I don’t miss the smug look on Steve’s face before Sam grips his hair again, tilting his head back to meet his eyes. His voice is a low growl. “You’re not gonna start that shit here, Little Alpha. It’s Teddy’s nest. He decides who’s welcome. Understand?”
Steve’s reply is a low, “Yes, sir.” Which makes Sam’s chest even more rumbly as he snarls and yanks Vee lower into a deep kiss. Plundering his mouth and making me more than a little jealous. Not wanting to be left out, I drop in front of Vee’s prone body, licking a long line up his erection, before taking the head in between my lips. He jumps like he’s been electrocuted, and a tiny voice inside me says it serves them right for not including me.
This is gonna be a long fucking heat if my mind is already so damned scrambled.