Chapter 18
I’ve been in a bed with multiple guys before. Accidentally touching another dude’s ass or dick was a hazard of the job working an omega’s heat. I’ve even done this with Ambrose before.
So why the hell am I so tense right now?
Shouldn’t it be the opposite when you’re with your pack? Shouldn’t I relax knowing we care about each other and we’re all working together with the shared purpose of helping our omega get some relief?
A hand on my thigh makes me almost leap out of my skin, and I kick myself mentally when my flinch elicits a dejected sigh from Camille.
“Shit, sorry Cami, I thought someone else touched me.” The explanation is weak, and earns a huff from River, who I can feel frowning at me. Feel, not see, because I can’t look over in his direction. If I do, I’ll stare at his dick again.
I’m being ridiculous. If everything goes as we hoped, I’m going to spend the rest of my life seeing River’s dick. It’s not even like it’s absurdly big like Ambrose’s. It’s just a nice, slightly bigger than average penis with a sizable knot.
“I know we addressed this, but if you’re uncomfortable, I can stick to watching,” River says, jarring me out of my dickstraction to realize that everyone is focused on me.
I make myself look at him because it would be weird not to when he’s asking me point-blank if I’m uncomfortable. I swallow hard and keep my eyes locked on his face. He’s taken his glasses off, which makes him seem more vulnerable.
Dammit, I need to chill out. Poor guy is already worried that we’re going to kick him out of the pack at any moment. I’m still pissed he left, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want him to stay. He really seems like he’s trying, and he’s my best friend.
“What? No! I’m cool.”
River cocks a brow at me, and Camille strokes my thigh in reassurance even though I should absolutely not be the center of attention right now.
“I’m good. I swear.” I smile at him, then turn my focus back to Camille. “Just because I’m feeling awkward doesn’t mean I don’t want this.”
She nods, a small smile curving her lips. “What’s there to feel awkward about, other than the group sex with your best friend, and an unaddressed boatload of baggage we’re all carrying?”
I snort. God, she always knows what to say to help me relax. “You’re right. All of this is totally normal.”
“So normal,” River chimes in dryly.
“I know you’re joking, but biologically, packs were made for this, so if you lean into your instincts, it’ll be a lot less awkward,” Ambrose adds. “Speaking of which…” He groans and slips free of Camille, his knot deflated. “Our omega needs more, and I’m too old to go again right away.”
I know that’s a complete lie after spending days with him during Camille’s heat, but I get what he’s trying to do.
River and I exchange a glance as Ambrose shifts off Camille and rolls over to lie beside her. We’re both hesitating, like that moment where you’re both trying to be polite and let the other person go first.
For the first time in ages, worries of inadequacy rear their ugly head. I know how to make Camille feel good. She trusts me more than River. And yet…
He’s an alpha.
He has a knot that can give her relief I can’t.
If I had a knotting sleeve on, we’d be on more even ground, but that’s back in my room, and there’s no way I’m leaving to go get it.
Besides, River has alpha pheromones and a commanding presence that I’ll never be able to replicate.
And if that weren’t bad enough, I’ve studied her pleasure, but he has a direct link to her needs from his bite.
How the fuck am I supposed to measure up to a bonded alpha? Or a scent-matched alpha, for that matter. I’m just some cocky beta with not nearly enough to back up my bravado.
“You should go—” I start.
“You’re better—” River says at the same time.
I shake my head at him. “She needs an alpha.”
River’s frown deepens. “She needs someone she trusts.”
I’m aware that this argument is absurd, especially given we’re both hard and have a needy omega right next to us on the bed putting out enough perfume to make anyone in a five-mile radius horny.
“Either of you is great.” Her brow twists in concern, and there’s a hint of pain in her eyes as she watches our standoff.
Shit. We’re fucking this up. If we can’t figure out something as simple as who fucks our omega in the heat of the moment, she’s never going to trust us to be her pack.
Part of me wishes she’d pick, though I know there’s no way in hell that’ll happen right now. She knows River and I are vulnerable enough that’d it’d hurt not to be her first choice.
Ambrose huffs in frustration. “Jackson first, then River.”
“Yes, that’s great. Someone please get inside me,” Camille lets out a strained laugh.
River nods, looking almost relieved. He’s our lead alpha, so I’m shocked that he’s not bristling at being ordered around, but maybe things have shifted since he left.
I don’t really get the whole alpha dominance thing, and it’s a strange development, but I can’t waste any more time or mental energy on our nonsense when Camille is begging for dick.
“Leave it to Daddy to lay down the law,” I say, winking at the omega.
She rolls her eyes at my dumb joke, and I reward her sass by hooking an arm under her and flipping her over so she’s face down, giving her ass a light smack.
Partially because I love this view of her plump ass and dripping pussy, and partially because I know if I look into her eyes I’m going to embarrass myself the second I’m inside her.
Camille moans, pressing her chest down against the mattress and presenting for us without being asked, and the alphas beside me let out half-groans, half-growls of lust. If she’s not careful, they’re both going to fall into a rut, and I’ll have to be the rational one.
A role I was good at during heats at work, but with Camille, with my pack, I’m more than a little afraid I’ll let them down.
I grip Camille’s hips, savoring how they dimple under my fingers. Every inch of her is ripe and lush, like all my best wet dreams brought to life. She’s my dream woman, the best fucking omega I’ve ever had the privilege to be with, and the perfect addition to our pack.
“Fuck, Cami,” I groan as I sink my cock inside her gripping heat. I have to stay still for a moment to keep myself from falling over the edge. “This pussy is even better than I remember.”
“Jackson,” she whines, pushing back to try to take me deeper.
I laugh and hold her still. “You know you have to do better than that. Or did you forget how much I like to hear you beg?”
“I need it, please,” she whimpers, fingers tangling in the sheets as she tries to spread her thighs wider.
Another chuckle escapes me as I ease out and thrust back in, dragging it out so she feels every inch of me. “What do you need?”
When she moans again but doesn’t answer, I tangle a hand in her hair and press my other hand to her sternum to lift her up from the pillow she’s pressed her cheek to.
“Do you want to be fucked?” I rasp, giving her another slow, dragging thrust.
“Y-yes,” she whines, her channel clamping down on me.
“You want your beta to fuck you?”
My chest expands as a purr bursts from her, and she nods as best she can. “Yes. Yes. I want my beta to fuck me. Please, I need it.” She lets out a broken moan. “I need you.”
I need you.
I grit my teeth so hard I’m going to crack a molar as I resist the urge to come.
“How do you want it, omega?” I rasp, using her designation since she’s falling deeper into the demands of instincts.
“Hard,” she gasps.
There’s a soft groan from beside me, and I make the mistake of looking over to see River watching us, his lips parted and cheeks flushed as he pumps his dick.
“Oh, fuck.” A spike of arousal, not awkwardness, slams into me as I see his reaction to me fucking our omega. I groan, quickly snapping my eyes back to Camille’s ass and giving her what she wants.
It’s not going to last long, but she’s already primed for an orgasm, so I put my all into slamming into her as hard as she needs.
She slides up the bed until she’s bracing her hands against the headboard, pleading for more, telling me how good I feel, and after only a few minutes, coming around my cock with a cry.
“Mmm, that’s it, gorgeous. I’m going to give you my cum, and then River’s going to knot you so it stays inside where it belongs.”
She shudders, letting out another hoarse moan as she comes again, pushing me over the edge. I spill inside her eager pussy, panting and groaning like I’ve run a marathon.
Echoing groans fill the air from my packmates, so I don’t let myself linger in the bliss, pulling out and moving to the side as my dick gives a final spurt of cum, splattering across her puffy, well-used pussy.
River moves into my spot in an instant, his eyes almost black with how shot his pupils are. His breathing is already ragged, and his dick weeps precum. As he glances down at Camille’s messy cunt, he growls, his cock bucking in the air.
I know I shouldn’t be watching his dick so closely, but this is too hot to look away from. Ambrose clearly agrees, given how he’s purring and stroking his length, watching the pair with undisguised lust. Sure, River is his mate, but I’m allowed to enjoy this too.
It’s not weird.
It’s not.
I watch with bated breath as River notches the tip of his dick at Camille’s entrance, but he doesn’t sink inside right away. Instead, he strokes a hand down her back. “You want this, omega?” he asks hoarsely.
His end of the bond is almost entirely flooded with arousal, but there’s trepidation in his question.
Camille sighs, her body going lax at his touch. “Yes, alpha.”
That’s all he needs. He thrusts into her, hard and fast, his knot almost popping in right away with how wet she is from her slick and all our combined cum.
My dick swells at the sight of River’s cum-lubed shaft pumping in and out of her, and I don’t bother trying to stop myself from stroking it.
Unlike me, River’s powerful thrusts aren’t reckless. They’re measured perfectly to strike inside her in a way that makes her cry out with every movement. His alpha is in complete control, and the quiet dominance radiating from him takes my breath away.
He doesn’t have to say anything to stoke her desire. She’s coming once, then twice, then a third time, each orgasm accompanied by a press of his lips to the bite mark on her shoulder and a deep, rumbling “good omega.”
I can’t handle it. I spill all over my hand with a shaking gasp, coming again before River is done. Ambrose curses and joins me, and I’m too blissed out to judge myself for watching him as he does.
“Are you ready for my knot now, omega?” River’s voice is unlike I’ve ever heard him sound before. Deep and commanding. Pure alpha.
Camille is practically a puddle beneath him, prone on the bed as he lies atop her. “R-River.”
It’s not an answer to his question, but the effect of her saying his name with such need makes him stiffen.
He lets out a growling grunt as he fills her with his knot.
His brow scrunches as almost painful pleasure overtakes him, and as he comes down, it drains until what’s left is an expression I haven’t seen on River’s face in a long time.
The same one that our thoroughly sated omega is wearing, as are Ambrose and myself.
Peace.