Chapter 24
Saint Cage, Haven
O ne month later…
Excitement prickles my naked skin. I take a deep breath of the sugar cookie martini scent, which is being pumped into the room.
Alpha.
This is my first Omega Chamber.
Thomas offered to convert his own study into an Omega Chamber because it was on the top floor with the largest windows and views over the gardens. He paid for skylights to be installed, so that we can lie in the central nest made out of all our clothes woven together (and Ghost’s blankets), and always see the sky.
Ghost will never be in the dark again.
It’s Ghost’s first heat with us as a pack, and we’re determined to make it incredible for him.
Like me, Ghost’s never had either a true nest or an Omega Chamber before.
Lincoln painted the walls sky-blue with clouds, and Thomas spent a happy day with Ghost and me shopping for items to fill it. I got the feeling that Thomas normally hates shopping, but this was more like Pretty Omega , where he took pride in buying every cushion, blanket, and sex toy that Ghost and I took the slightest interest in.
My inner Omega loved being spoiled.
And Thomas’ inner Alpha loved doing the spoiling.
Thomas has dedicated himself to treasuring us like he promised that he would.
This last month, he’s held true to every promise that he made to both the Saint pack Betas and the town of Haven.
He’s slowly fighting corruption, putting in protection and rights for every dynamic and leading the Saint pack like a family.
He’s been the best Alpha and mayor that I could imagine.
Who would have guessed that an Alpha, matched to me by a dating app, would end up as my fated mate?
My everything?
My expression softens, as I smile at Thomas. He’s adjusting his peacock stuffie with intense concentration in the corner next to Ghost’s adapted technology and pack of cards.
Thomas catches me watching him and looks adorably flustered.
Why is it so hot that I can make such a dangerous man blush?
He turns away from the stuffie, pulling at his cuffs, because of course he’s not naked, unlike me. He’s still more relaxed than usual.
It’s the first time that he’s not wearing a suit.
Instead, he’s dressed in casual black trousers and a silk blue shirt, which is open at the neck, along with bare feet.
Somehow, he looks more dominant.
Thomas gestures at the small fridge by the side of the nest. “Is this stocked?”
I nod, rearranging the giant snuggle pile of cushions, which is next to an oak chest. The chest is carved with each of our symbols: peacock, gargoyle, ghost, and snake.
Vito brought my snuggle pile from my room above the Dough Knot.
It makes me feel safe.
Afternoon sunlight streams across the bright room like we’re in the heavens.
Sugar is curled in a fluffy ball in the center of the nest. She’s been sleeping for hours, contentedly.
“Link brought Gatorade, chocolate, and cheese,” I say. “But there’s something else special in there just for you that I baked today.”
Thomas’ eyes light up.
I chuckle.
All my guys have become addicted to my baking. I sneakily make them delicious rewards each week.
Never underestimate the power of a baker.
My men are some of the most dangerous in Haven.
But I’m the Omega who they worship.
Of course, they also worship my sugary treats.
Thomas crouches in front of the fridge and swings it open.
“Chocolate raspberry cheesecake,” he breathes, staring at the cheesecake inside like it’s the holy grail. “You remembered.”
“I haven’t forgotten anything about the dating profile that brought us together.” I crawl across the carpeted floor to join Thomas, before drawing my finger through the rich topping of the cheesecake. “You said that this was your only weakness.”
I hold my finger up to Thomas.
His pupils dilate, as he grasps my hand. Then his tongue licks out, and he savors the cheesecake. His eyelashes flutter.
Then he sucks my finger into his mouth for a long moment.
My heart rate speeds up.
Thomas doesn’t look away from me.
At last, he lets go of my finger with a final kiss.
“Apart from you, sweet venom,” he says, softly.
The pure love shining from Thomas’ eyes would be painful, if I didn’t return it with the same intensity.
When I dive to him, he winds his strong arms around my neck. “I can’t wait for Ghost’s heat today. It’s been hell waiting to bond with him. It’s felt like...”
“A part missing from your soul?”
“Exactly, he’s ours. Our pack doesn’t feel complete without his bond. Are you truly going to allow us all to bite him? It breaks every taboo.”
Thomas snorts. “When have I ever shown that I care about that? Ghost wants Lincoln and you to bite him, and I know that you’re both aching to. So, it’s settled. We’re fated mates, the three of us. As three, we should claim our Omega.”
Our Omega.
My fate bond practically purrs at those words.
At the thought of us all bonding with Ghost.
I peer up through my eyelashes at Thomas. “Where’s Link and Ghost now? The Omega Chamber’s ready.”
Thomas strokes my back. “Ghost’s prowling in the garden, trying to keep cool amongst the peacocks. Sugar appears to have made the peacocks her mortal enemies, but Ghost’s decided that they’re his friends. Lincoln is with him like always.”
I’m not surprised that Ghost’s in the garden. Hardly a day has gone by since the festival that Ghost hasn’t explored the gardens or laid out on the grass with Sugar.
He’s blossomed in the sun.
Lincoln has grown closer to Ghost.
“Hmm,” I play with Thomas’ open collar, “at least this bonding will distract Link. He’s been thinking about his past and brother over the last couple of weeks. Finally, finding a pack where he’s happy, has allowed him to realize how fucked up our lives were. He hates that his younger brother was sold to that ballet company. He wants to go in there guns blazing, but Vito is trying to find a safer way for both of them.”
“I’ll do anything that I can to help them both.” Thomas’ expression darkens. “Both Vito and Swan are part of my pack.”
“Is that why you found Vito’s motorcycle and bought it back for him?” I ask, innocently.
Vito discovered Grace, his Harley, with a giant bow on its saddle behind the Dough Knot yesterday.
I wish that I’d been there.
By the hyper phone call that I received, where Vito was talking at sonic speed, while hugging Grace’s saddle and sounding like he was grinning ear to ear, Thomas will forever have received a gold medal on the brother-in-law test.
Only, I know Thomas didn’t do it for that reason.
He genuinely cares for everyone in his pack and treats Vito as his family. I wish that Vito wasn’t alone at the bakery and could have a pack of his own. But Thomas is working hard to look out for my brother too.
I love him for that.
The Dough Knot has gone from strength to strength since it won the cake contest and I announced that I was the true baker behind it. I feared that everybody would stop shopping there, but it seems that being the only Omega baker is a draw.
We’ve never been busier.
My dream has come true.
Thomas only gives an enigmatic look. “Motorcycles are like dogs. They come home to their Alphas.”
“Do they?” I quirk my brow. “Well, it’s time for cute cats to leave their home in this nest.”
Thomas looks confused, when I untangle myself from his hold and crawl back to the nest.
I pick up Sugar, who blinks up at me sleepily.
“Hey, Sugar.” I stand up, hugging Sugar. She yawns, before narrowing her eyes, as I walk to the door. “Sorry, but innocent cats need to go and sleep in the bedroom.”
I open the door and gently place Sugar down with a stroke along her back. She stalks down the corridor toward our bedroom with a flounce of her tail.
I laugh.
“Innocent?” Thomas calls. “What are you then?”
“Wicked.” I turn back to Thomas. “Don’t you remember that shop I dragged you into, when you were having a Pretty Omega moment and buying up half of Haven for me?”
“I’ve dreamed of spoiling my Omegas my entire life. Let me have my fantasy.” Thomas crosses his arms. “And are you talking about the kink one? Ghost and you were like demon Omegas, eagerly rushing up and down the aisles and throwing more things into your baskets than I could keep up with or dared look at.”
“Wise.” I bite my lip, strolling back to the oak chest with our emblems on it. I drop down to my knees in front of it. “Do you want to come over to the kink side?”
“I’m already there.”
When he stands, he’s towering over me.
I shiver, loving how tall he is.
He can’t hide his interest, however, when I flip open the chest. He sucks in a sharp breath.
I run my hand over the neatly lined up dildos, vibrators, butt plugs, blindfolds, and ropes.
“I should let my Omegas’ devilish side loose more often, if it leads to play chests like this.” Thomas smirks.
I pick up a two ended knotted dildo, which is attached to a leather harness.
I glance at Thomas.
When I stand with the harness hanging from my hands, I feel powerful.
I’ve wanted this from the moment that I knew Ghost was my soul mate.
“I want to take our Omega too, Tom,” I say, firmly. “This is my cock.”
I run my fingers over the smooth silicone cock, and instantly, I’m wet.
The silicon has a surprisingly warm and realistic sensation to it.
It feels like an extension of me.
Thomas’ eyes widen, before he takes two steps toward me and rests his hands on my shoulders. Then he kisses me, hard and passionate.
When he pulls back, he rests his forehead on mine. “Ghost is ours. He wants you in all ways. How can I serve you both?”
“Put this on me.” I swallow, desperate to be in charge.
This is my Omega Chamber.
In this room, a Chief Alpha’s submission is a gift that I’ll forever treasure.
Thomas doesn’t only promise or talk about equality. He means it, proving it in every aspect of our lives.
It’s why I fucking adore the man.
Thomas’ eyes twinkle. He slips his hand to join mine, caressing over the fake cock. When our fingers touch, it’s electric.
I glance at his pants, and see how hard this is making him too.
“What a perfect cock you have.” Thomas reverentially takes the harness from me and helps me to step into it. He caresses my hip, and tightens it around my waist. “But then you have a perfect pussy. You’re making me fucking hard for you.”
Of course, I shouldn’t have forgotten that he’s the king of dirty talk.
I feel like surprising him today, however, and taking his crown.
“Then show me how much you worship my sweet pussy.” I run my hand up his muscled arm. “Fuck me.”
Thomas arches his brow but understands. “I wish that I could.”
Just as I hoped.
I lean to kiss him. “You’ll have to be a good boy and be patient.”
“You’re scheming.”
“I’ve learned that from the best.”
Gently, Thomas slides one end of the dildo into me. It sparks pleasure through me, and I moan.
“Good?” Thomas checks.
“Amazing.” I lean to lick and suck along Thomas’ neck, and he groans.
He plays his fingers along my strap-on.
My smile turns mischievous, before I push myself up onto my tiptoes to place my hands on Thomas’ shoulders and firmly push downward.
I wouldn’t be able to push Thomas to his knees; he’s too strong. Desire pulses through me, however, when he allows me to.
“I thought that I was the commanding one,” Thomas says, icily.
I rest my hand on my hip, tossing my hair over my shoulder.
I could grow to like this.
Seeing my Alpha on his knees in front of me is fucking doing something to me.
My core throbs. “I thought that you said you’d kneel for an Omega.”
“That sounds like a challenge.” Thomas’ pink tongue swipes across his lips. He’s transfixed by the way that the dildo juts from me, at the same time that it dips between my thighs. “Do you want something?”
I glance down significantly at the dick swinging between my thighs, tracing over the thick knot.
Thomas peers at me from underneath his thick lashes. It’s fucking sexy.
Then he leans forward and licks down the length of my strap-on without breaking my gaze.
I shiver.
Fuck, yeah.
I can’t look away, as Thomas gives my cock, slow, long licks. Then he worships the knot close to my pussy with kisses, before returning to lavish the same on the head.
Hell, this is like when he did this for Lincoln.
An Alpha is sucking my Omega knot.
I almost come.
My chest is rising and falling hard. Sweat drips down my shoulder blades. I raise a hand to tease my nipple.
“That’s right, my Alpha.” I can’t hold myself back any longer. I bury my hand in Thomas’ silky, copper hair. “Suck me off. Say red if you need to stop. If you can’t speak because your pretty mouth is busy, tap my thigh three times.”
Thomas nods.
He shuffles even closer on his knees. He’s impossibly hard in his pants. But he doesn’t reach to touch himself. Is it because I haven’t given him permission or because he’s so focused on my pleasure?
I growl, tightening my hand in his hair. “Open your mouth.”
Thomas steels himself, before opening his mouth and allowing me to push in the tip of the dildo.
I rest it there on his tongue for a long moment.
He’s panting. But then, so am I.
Then I fuck him.
Thomas said that he wished he could fuck me. Now, with the way that I’m fucking his mouth, he is because it pushes the dildo rhythmically deeper inside my pussy.
“Yes,” I hiss.
Thomas gags. His aquamarine eyes gleam like gems with tears.
I pull back for a moment to allow him to breath.
Thomas shoots me an impressed look, before I push back inside his mouth. Glittering tears tumble down his cheeks, but he sucks with renewed effort.
He’s loving this as much as I am.
I throw back my head with pleasure, rocking my hips.
It’s looking down at Thomas, however, that brings me the most pleasure: An Alpha on his knees serving his Omega with dedication.
I clench my hands in his hair, as my body coils tight.
Every movement of my cock down his throat, pushes the second dildo inside my pussy.
“Tom,” I whisper. “Fuck, Tom.”
The orgasm hits me like a tsunami.
I thrust hard into Thomas’ throat, as I come with a scream.
Thomas throws his arms around my thighs to stop my knees from buckling. I let go of Thomas’ hair, slumping forward. He carefully pulls off the strap-on, giving it a final lick, before kissing the tip, as if in thanks.
My eyes are blown wide at the sight.
I hurriedly lean to rub Thomas’ shoulders, before stroking his mussed up hair back into place. “Are you okay? Shall I get you a drink? You were perfect, good Alpha.”
Thomas blushes, but I know that he needs the praise after a scene.
He’s spent years being told that he was bad by his dad, Richard, and at the Alpha Center.
I will never stop telling him that he’s good, until he believes it.
“I only need you.” Thomas’ voice is rough, and I love that I’ve done that to his throat. I’ll make him honey tea later to soothe it. He swipes the tears from his cheeks with a furrowed brow like he didn’t even know that he’d been crying. “You’ll be able to fuck our Omega with the same cock that fucked me — was inside me first. Do you know how turned on that makes me?”
“Turned on enough to come. Do you want me to…?”
“Too late.”
My eyes widen in shock. I look down at Thomas’ crotch, which is stained.
Thomas has already come in his pants, just from giving me pleasure.
Fuck, that’s hot.
Thomas pushes himself to his feet. Instantly, he couldn’t look less submissive. He grabs me by the hair and pulls me into a hard kiss. Our teeth clash, and our tongues entwine.
I melt.
Suddenly, there’s a whistle from the doorway.
Thomas lets go of me with a final stroke of my hair.
I turn to the doorway.
Lincoln leans against the wall, lazily scanning between us and then up and down me. “Shit, back in the academy, this was literally my number three jerk off fantasy.”
Lincoln’s dressed in a black suit with silver waistcoat. The suit sleeve, however, is ripped, and his curls are tousled.
He looks like he’s been mauled by a wolf.
“You should have been here a minute ago,” I tease, “then you’d have seen your number one fantasy.”
Lincoln gapes at us for a minute, darting his gaze between my strap-on and Thomas’ swollen lips, before he winks. “Then I demand a repeat performance.”
“Later,” Thomas replies. “First tell me why you look like you lost a fight with a wolf. Is that a tear on your sleeve? Your waistcoat is missing two buttons. Do you need me to increase your clothes allowance? I am rather important as the mayor now. My bodyguard needs to look immaculate.”
“Yes, sir.” Lincoln mock salutes, strolling closer. He grips me by the chin and kisses me. I reach up and tuck back the stray curl that always falls over his face behind his ear. I attempt to smooth down his hair but give it up as a bad job. “Unfortunately, it wasn’t a wolf but something much scarier — a heat crazed Ghost. I came to warn you. Shit, we have about thirty seconds before…”
I hear the growling first.
Deep, rumbling, and feral.
It pulls at something deep inside me.
Thomas’ head snaps up at the same time as mine does. We both turn to the door.
Then the scent hits me: white chocolate truffle, richer than I’ve smelled before.
Ghost’s pheromones are so strong that they punch the breath from me. They’re strong enough to knock Thomas to his knees and push him over the edge into rut. His answering growl resounds around the Omega Chamber.
Thomas stretches out on the nest, clenching his hands on his thighs to control himself.
Ghost bursts into the room in a flash of lean masculine perfection. His platinum tousled mess of curls fall over his face, but his blue eyes burn.
He’s gloriously naked.
The only thing that he’s wearing is Thomas’ tie.
He’s both growling and purring at the same time, which I didn’t know was possible, as if he can’t decide between them.
“Oh, shit,” I breathe.
Ghost’s gaze instantly focuses on me.
He dives across the room. He’s untamed and primal.
He’s lost in his heat.
I open my arms, and Ghost tackles me. I let out a laugh, as we tumble together into the nest of cushions and clothes.
Thomas makes a disgruntled sound, but Lincoln looks amused.
Ghost pushes me onto my back. He licks at my scent gland at the same time as he reaches out like he’s desperate for the rest of his pack’s touch.
Immediately Thomas edges closer, taking Ghost’s hand. “I’m here, good Omega.”
Ghost’s purr deepens in response.
Lincoln sits next to Thomas, leaning to run his hand down Ghost’s spine. Ghost arches into his touch. He’s deliciously sensitive like this.
I’m going to enjoy this.
I trace down Ghost’s neck. He’s feverish, hot, and damp.
I know how it feels to be at this stage, desperate and aching for your pack’s touch and Alpha’s knot.
Yet Ghost can’t beg like I normally do.
I’m not going to let him suffer or tease him. I’m going to watch him carefully for cues and his facial expression because he can’t talk. I haven’t seen him in heat before to be certain how he communicates like this.
Ghost lies above me. Our legs tangle together. It’s electric how our naked skin is pressed together. His hard cock is pressed against my fake one.
Our gazes lock.
I feel deeply connected with my beautiful Omega soul mate.
“Do you want to rut and bond with us?” I murmur.
Ghost nods.
I kiss Ghost’s plush lips, unable to resist. He whines, deepening the kiss.
I lose myself in this nest that smells of all three of my men.
Slowly, I begin to hump my hips against Ghost, and he pants.
Then he pulls back from me. His nose scrunches up.
He reaches between us like he’s only just noticing my strap-on for the first time. He strokes over it from the knot to the tip in curiosity.
His expression becomes hungry.
“Do you want me to peg you, my Omega?” I whisper.
This time, Ghost’s nod is frantic.
I can’t misread his response.
He wants me to fuck him, before our Alpha does.
I turn my head to check with Thomas, however, because this breaks tradition. The Chief Alpha has the right of first knotting in a pack.
“It’s clear what he wants.” Thomas simply lets go of Ghost’s hand to card his fingers through his curls. “Don’t worry, good Omega, we’re going to give it to you. Love, check that he’s ready for our knots.”
“My fucking pleasure, peacock.” Lincoln runs his fingers down Ghost’s lower back.
Then he dips lower, before swirling his fingers over Ghost’s hole, which is wet with slick.
Ghost keens, when Lincoln fingers him tormentingly, first with one finger and then two.
Hell, this is just as tormenting for me because I’ve dreamed of pegging my male Omega my entire life, and I’m only just holding myself back.
To my shock, however, Ghost growls, low and primal.
Then he reaches between us to grab my cock, lining it up, before wriggling to get himself into position.
It seems that he can’t hold himself back.
Surprised, Lincoln’s fingers slip out.
“It looks like our little gambler is ready.” I don’t hesitate.
I plunge in with one long, firm stroke.
My breath catches, as the dildo works inside me at the same time as I peg Ghost, who keens in pleasure.
Lincoln winds his hand in Ghost’s curls, kissing down his spine. He dry humps against him in time with my thrusts up into Ghost. Even as Lincoln kisses Ghost, however, he looks at me with a half-hooded gaze.
I pet Ghost’s side, then I grip onto his hips hard enough to bruise.
Hard enough that he can feel that I’m never letting go of him.
He’s mine.
The harder that I fuck, the harder I pleasure myself.
Then my eyes widen, however, when Ghost growls with a quirk of his lips. All of a sudden, he rests his hands on my shoulders, before pushing his knees either side of me and using the leverage to ride me. He bounces up and down much faster on my strap-on, than I could piston into him.
He leans down to suck savagely on my neck, riding his way to pleasure.
My eyes roll back into my head, as Ghost manages to fuck me hard, even at the same time that I’m fucking him.
This is what it means for Omegas to fuck.
Ghost’s slick slides against my pussy, making me even wetter.
“Harder,” Thomas snarls.
I whine, when Thomas takes his own dick out of his pants. He’s already hard. He slowly strokes himself, as he watches us together with dark eyes.
Voyeur .
I’m dazed with pleasure and desire.
We’re fucking each other into whimpering messes.
Every time that my small fake knot catches on Ghost’s rim, it draws desperate gasps from him.
Ghost and I stare intensely into each other’s eyes.
Jolts of electric ecstasy shoot through me.
I’m close, and so is Ghost.
“Touch them, love,” Thomas orders. “Make them come.”
Lincoln reaches around to grip Ghost’s cock, at the same time that he strokes across my clit.
Both Ghost and I purr, writhing under Lincoln’s relentless touch.
We don’t look away from each other, however, and Ghost’s hair sweeps across my face.
He leans down to kiss me, desperately. His tongue fucks my mouth with thrusts that match his rhythmic rise and fall, as he rides my strap-on.
I draw back, caressing over his chest. “I’m going to bite you now. Then we’re bonded. Do you want to be mine?”
Ghost kisses me again as an answer, sucking hard on my throat. His teeth graze my scent gland.
He wants me to be his as well.
My possessive Omega.
“Do you want to bite me as well?” I ask.
Ghost’s dick twitches, and that’s all the answer I need.
He looks up at me through his lashes, experimentally closing his teeth around my skin.
“Bite me.” I’m desperate for it now.
Bite me. Bite me. Bite…
Ghost licks over my neck, before he closes his teeth over the skin. I shudder at the sensation, and just like that, I come.
Ghost doesn’t let go, until I come down from the aftershocks. But then, he chirps, twisting his head to offer his own neck, eagerly.
He’s still riding me just as eagerly. I take my time, however, licking over his heated skin.
I only have one time to make this memorable.
Finally, when Ghost is trembling and whimpering, I bite.
Ghost screams.
Then I fuck up into Ghost as hard as I can.
Ghost comes, wailing so hard that I worry I’ve broken him. Of course, male Omegas’ heats are extreme.
For twenty-four hours, it’s fevered, intense, and non-stop because they have almost no refractory period.
But then, neither do Alphas in rut.
Thomas’ self-control finally snaps, and he growls.
“Feral Alpha alert,” Lincoln warns, rolling to the side.
Thomas grips Ghost’s shoulders and manhandles him off my knot and onto his side next to me. Thomas’ cock slips straight into Ghost’s ass, where I just was, and that thought makes me flush all over.
Ghost whines with delight. He nestles back against Thomas’ chest.
Thomas loops his arm around Ghost’s waist. Ghost is already hard again.
See, no refractory period.
I reach to grab Ghost by his hand and hold on tight, as Thomas ruts into Ghost savagely like he’s a rag doll.
Lincoln crawls to cage both of them. I snuggle closer, capturing Ghost’s lips with mine.
Ghost’s eyes are glassy.
Then Thomas stills for a moment, tightening his hold around Ghost’s waist. “I’m knotting and breeding you now, my Omega.”
Then to my surprise, Ghost is coming without being touched.
I swallow his howl in my kiss.
Thomas’ voice is rough with ecstasy. “Ghost, will you accept the bond of the Saint pack?”
Ghost twists from me to offer his lips to Thomas in answer, and Thomas kisses him back.
I entwine my hand with Ghost’s, squeezing.
Lincoln and Thomas position themselves over Ghost.
I can feel all of them through the bond, a surging joy.
My Soul Mark tingles.
Then Lincoln and Thomas bite Ghost’s throat.
Our bonded pack is complete.
In this nest with my Omega, surrounded by the pheromones of my Alpha, and close to my fated mate Beta, I finally have everything that I’ve dreamed about.
I’m loved. I’m safe and wanted. I have family.
I’m free.
Pack bonds truly can change everything.