Chapter 13
He’s here. Dr. Stills. Ambrose. Daddy.
My skin prickles with even more heat at the name he used for himself. So filthy and fitting. He’s here to take care of me, and even though we’ve only met once before, my omega tells me he’s perfect for the job. This alpha is pure comfort and protection.
Overwhelmed by the pleasure of having him here with me after begging for what felt like a lifetime for his help, I bury my face against his neck.
Fuck, he smells incredible. Like my favorite cocktail, citrus and gin and aromatics fizzing together into the most intoxicating scent I’ve ever experienced.
I’m drunk on him, head spinning as I moan against his throat.
Sweat slicks my body as the fever inside me roars even hotter, threatening to burn me alive if it weren’t for his refreshing presence and the balm of Jackson’s soft tea scent.
I dimly register that the poor beta is resting beside us, panting as he catches his breath.
I was too much for him. Too needy. He’s exhausted.
Guilt pulls a whine from me.
Ambrose clutches me tighter against him, soothing a hand up my back as a purr rumbles in his chest. “Shh, it’s okay. I’ll give you my knot,” he says, misinterpreting my discomfort.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur between gasps of delirious pleasure, directing the words to the wrecked beta.
Jackson shakes his head, reaching out to grab my ankle, locking his strong fingers around it like a cuff. “None of that. Don’t ever be sorry about taking what you need.”
His touch grounds me, pulling me back out of the pit of worry I was sinking into. I give him a weak smile, and my eyelashes flutter as Ambrose shifts his hips, his knot pressing insistently against my entrance.
“That’s it. You want to know what a real alpha knot feels like, don’t you?” Jackson rumbles, giving me a filthy grin.
Nodding, my eyes stay locked on Jackson’s dirty, satisfied expression as burning bright pleasure sears through me. I cling to Ambrose as I come, my pussy clamping around the alpha’s long shaft.
Ambrose curses and I can tell he’s going to tumble over the edge with me.
“Please. Give it to me,” I gasp, nails digging into his back as he guides me down onto him more, more, until, oh god, his knot is inside me, stretching me and making my vision white out.
I barely register Ambrose’s deep groan and his cum pumping inside me before I finally succumb to the relief of being knotted and pleasured by these two perfect men.
“You’re going to look so perfect stretched on my knot again, sweetheart.”
I let out a muffled moan at the praise, unable to voice how amazing the words make me feel while there’s a thick cock shuttling inside my mouth.
Jackson fists my hair. “You want to be filled with cum from both ends, don’t you, Cami?”
I nod as best I can, silently begging them to give me that with my eyes. They’ve already given me so much, but I’m greedy for more.
“What do you think, Daddy?” There’s a hint of humor in Jackson’s voice, and I look up into his deep brown eyes as he has some kind of silent exchange with the man behind me.
There’s a low growl, but Ambrose keeps up his steady thrusts. Strong hands hold my hips in place as he works inside me. “She’s been such a good girl for us. She’s earned it.”
I gasp as the beta in my mouth pulls his cock out to let me suck in a breath. I take the opportunity to beg, desperate for them to give me what I need. “Please. I need it, Daddy.”
I rub my cheek against the cock in front of my face, not caring for how it smears saliva and pre-cum on my skin. I want them to mark me everywhere. Fill me up and mark me and make me theirs. “Please, Jackson.”
“Such a filthy girl, begging for our cum. She sounds so sweet.” Jackson strokes his cock as Ambrose’s knot presses against my entrance.
“Open your mouth for him, baby girl. Show him your pretty tongue so he can give you a reward for being so perfect.”
My pussy clenches at the dirty command, and slick gushes out of me, coating my thighs as I stick my tongue out.
I shout in delirious pleasure as the alpha’s knot slips inside, and the first splash of cum paints my tongue right as Ambrose digs his fingers into my hips and unloads inside me.
I come so hard I’m floating above my body. Blessed relief washes over me in the afterglow of my orgasm. “Fuck, yes, thank you. Thank you, thank you…”
The dull murmur of voices nudge at the edge of my consciousness. A hand strokes my throat and something presses against my lips.
I frown, raising a sluggish hand to push the intruding object away, but fingers wrap around my wrist and tug it away.
“You need to eat, gorgeous. Open up and let us feed you.”
Heat pulses between my aching thighs and I obey, both relieved and disappointed to find a straw being fed between my lips rather than a cock. The sweetness of the smoothie isn’t as good as my alpha and beta’s cum, but I vaguely recognize that my stomach is rumbling in a request for food.
“That’s it. So good for us.” A gentle hand strokes my hair as I drink down all they ask me to. The touch has my body flaring to life again and when I let out a pathetic moan, there’s a low laugh and then one set of soft lips is pressed against mine, while another mouth delves between my thighs.
The fog of delirious desire and heat claims me again.
A dull buzzing scrapes against my raw senses, and someone speaks. “Camille?”
The sound of my name barely registers in my exhausted mind.
“I already ate. Let me rest,” I groan, my words slurred as I hover on the edge of consciousness.
The voice comes again, louder and clearer this time. “Camille? Are you in there?”
My heavy eyelids drift open, but I squeeze them shut again at the harsh light shining directly on my face.
The buzzer sounds again, clearing away the remnants of sleep from my mind.
Shit, what time is it? I glance over at the clock on my nightstand and see it’s after 11. I can’t believe I slept in so late.
When Astrid brought me home from the heat clinic last night, she made me promise to call her in the morning and check in.
She wanted to stay the night with me, but that seemed ridiculous.
The nurse who discharged me said I should be fine on my own as long as I avoid any strenuous activities for the next few days.
I grab my phone and unlock the screen, only to find a dozen missed calls and texts from my best friend. The latest says she’s coming over to check on me.
Crap. I force myself to sit up, my body screaming at me in protest. It feels like I got hit by a bus.
Yeah, I don’t think avoiding physical activity will be a problem at all. I’m too weak to do much of anything.
Flopping back down on the bed with a pathetic groan, I hit the call button next to Astrid’s name, then hold the phone up to my face.
“Cami? Are you okay?!” Astrid’s panicked tone as she answers fills me with guilt.
“I’m fine,” I croak, not sounding very convincing. I clear my throat and try again. “I’m okay. My alarm didn’t go off, so I just woke up.”
“God, you scared me. I was about to try conning your creepy neighbor into letting me into the building by saying I had a special delivery for him.”
“I’m sorry. I didn’t realize I’d be so wiped out after…”
“Getting banged for days on end?” Astrid finishes for me, a teasing lilt to her voice.
A flash of heat floods my system even though I don’t remember much from the past five days.
That’s right. It took five days for my heat to end. I didn’t believe it when the nurse told me what day it was. All I remember is the start of things, and random moments that blur together into a timeless fever dream.
“Don’t remind me,” I say with an exaggerated groan.
Astrid laughs. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?”
“It was… weird. I really hope it doesn’t happen often because I’m way too old for this shit.”
They said once the fatigue fades and my body has time to replenish its energy stores, I’ll probably recall more details.
But if what I was dreaming about before I woke up is any indication of what actually happened, then I’m pretty fucking glad my memory is spotty.
Even thinking about that dream makes me flush with embarrassment.
Astrid makes a thoughtful hum. “I guess there’s a reason most omegas reveal when they’re young. More energy to fuck like bunnies.”
“Yep.” I wince at the reminder that I’m an omega.
There was a moment during my heat where I felt connected to my newly awakened omega, but in the aftermath, I can barely stand to think about her.
The bitch took a wrecking ball to my perfectly decent life, and now I have to figure out how to put things back together, even though I’m more drained than I’ve been in my entire life.
“I know you’re tired, but can you manage to get up for a minute to buzz me in? I brought waffles from that cute brunch place.”
The mention of food has my stomach letting out an angry growl. Shit, I’m starving.
“Sure, give me a sec.” I hang up the phone and force myself up out of bed, letting out a series of pathetic groans in the process.
My sleep shirt is soaked with sweat, but I don’t want to make Astrid wait outside longer, or worry I passed out and hit my head attempting to let her into my apartment building, so I wrap a robe around my feeble, clammy body and shuffle to my front door.
I’m ready to go back to bed by the time I make it to the intercom to buzz her inside, but manage to stay on my feet until she knocks on my door.
“Whoa.” Astrid’s eyes go wide when she sees me.
“I look that good?” I ask with a weak laugh that makes my abs hurt. I smooth a hand over my hair, grimacing when I feel how much of a tangled mess it is. I should’ve washed it and detangled last night when I got home, but I barely had enough energy to take a quick shower before I crashed.
“You look…fucked,” she says with a cheeky grin.
I snort, then clutch at my stomach. “Ow, don’t make me laugh.”
She cracks a few more jokes as she sets up breakfast on my tiny dining table, and starts a pot of coffee, deftly moving around the kitchen like she owns the place. I appreciate that Astrid has no qualms rummaging around in my stuff because I don’t have the energy to help her.
“Mmm, thank you,” I say, the words an almost pornographic moan as I swallow my first bite of waffle. The rich buttery flavor, mixed with the tart fresh berries and the sticky maple syrup, tastes extra good today.
Astrid raises a brow as I go to town on the rest of the waffle with no regard for table manners. “Did they not feed you there?”
Open your lips for me, sweetheart. I know you don’t want to, but Daddy needs you to eat something. Mmm, that’s a good girl. Now swallow it for me.
My cheeks burn at the brief flash of a heat memory, and I almost choke. “No, the heat minders made sure I ate enough to sustain me.” I clear my throat. “But it’s not like they could take breaks for every meal, so I’m pretty damn hungry.”
Astrid taps her chin thoughtfully. “You know, I never even considered that side of things. You think, oh it must be a dream to have hot group sex where you’re the center of attention, but the practicalities are decidedly less sexy.”
“Sorry for ruining the fantasy,” I reply drolly. I swallow another bite and wipe my mouth. “Also, you know you could have group sex outside of a heat, right?”
She cackles. “Jeff would never. The man gets growly and possessive when the harmless alpha mailman waves at me.”
I kind of adore how much Jeff is obsessed with his wife. He’s all bark and no bite, a big alpha softie at his core who’d do anything for Astrid and their girls.
My omega swoons at the thought of having an alpha like that in my life. Which makes me grimace, because, ew, I don’t want to think about Jeff like that.
I set my fork down and rest my face in my hands with a heavy sigh, trying to force my omega back to the recesses of my mind. She’s been silent since we got home from the clinic, so I’d hoped maybe I’d only have to deal with those urges when I’m in heat.
“I hate this.”
“What? Jeff not letting me participate in a gangbang? Because I’m not actually interested in that either.”
I snort and look back up at my best friend, who gives me a lopsided smile that shows off the small gap between her front teeth. “No, not that.” I gesture to my heat-wrecked self and sigh. “This. Being a fucking omega.”
“Oh. That.” Astrid’s smile falls. “Yeah, that’s rough.”
I scowl at her. “Hey! You’re supposed to tell me that everything is fine and nothing has changed and it’s no big deal.”
She shakes her head. “We’ve both been around for long enough to know that delusion won’t help. And the truth is, you being an omega is a huge fucking deal. It’s crazy! Who the fuck reveals as an omega at your age?”
“Me, apparently,” I deadpan.
Astrid’s brutal honesty should make me more upset, but it’s actually calming me down a bit to know the freaked out thoughts rolling around in my head aren’t an overreaction.
I stare down at my empty plate for a long moment. “What am I going to do?”
She reaches a hand across the table and places it on top of mine, giving me a gentle squeeze. “What you always do when shit hits the fan. You’re going to let yourself wallow and freak out for a few days, then pick yourself up, and move on with your life.”
I groan pathetically, not liking that answer at all.
“Unless you want to reconsider the whole MILF omega, media sensation, star of the next Omega’s Choice idea,” she adds with a half-teasing, half-hopeful grin.
“Ugh, no thanks. I’m good.” The thought of my reveal as an omega being any more dramatic or drawing attention to it makes me want to die.
She sighs melodramatically. “Damn, okay. Well, then we’re back to plan A.”
Astrid lets go of my hand and leans back in her chair, leveling me with her best stern, but supporting mom look.
“Cami, you’re a strong, mature, badass woman.
If anyone can handle this, you can. And you’re not on your own.
You’ve got your plucky beta best friend to help out. Starting with that hair.”
“Out of all the things I need to deal with, you’re worried about my hair?” I ask, rolling my eyes at her.
“If I’m going to sit here and look at you, yes. It’s worse than when Bea got gum stuck in her hair. Plus, you’re a little ripe, so a shower definitely is the first order of business. Then we’ll figure the rest out.”