Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
TWO DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS
“Take me to my nest,” I beg, clutching the front of Gabriel’s sweater.
“With pleasure.” He carries me through my bedroom and throws open the door, pausing at the entrance. “What a lovely nest, Omega,” he praises, his hands drifting down to squeeze my ass. “I can’t wait to take you shopping for it.”
I purr, loving that idea more than I can articulate.
Gabriel lowers me onto the soft surface, and I crawl backward, unable to take my eyes off him. He steps out of his shoes and peels off his clothing layer by layer, each step revealing more of himself to me.
He’s gorgeous.
Pure masculine perfection.
His body is fit and lean, with broad shoulders, and as he pulls his boxers down, revealing just the top of his half-inflated knot, I think I may faint.
Is this how I die? Death by horniness? Because, oh my god, it has never felt like this before.
I’ve been in heat, been with Alphas, but it’s never, ever been like this.
I am desperate for him. To taste him. To touch him.
He pushes his boxers all the way off before kneeling and crawling to me, pushing me onto my back, and caging me in with his arms. I am shaking, unable to see straight, my arousal overwhelming every one of my senses until all that exists is my Alpha.
Gabriel is nude, and I’m still dressed, which somehow makes me feel more exposed. He presses his lips against mine before grabbing the bottom of my sweater and pulling it over my head. With every move he makes, I get more of his scent, more confirmation that we are made for one another.
“What…” I stutter as he pulls my sweats down my hips. “What’s HR going to say about this?”
He pauses, pants halfway down my ass, and looks at me in confused astonishment. “You’re worried about HR right now?”
“I don’t want to lose my job.”
My Alpha places a soft kiss above my navel. “Susanne will be happy for us. Mitchell has already given me his blessing to take you on a date. Do you want to fill out paperwork, or are you going to let your Alpha take care of you?”
“Take care of me, Alpha.” He pulls my pants all the way off, and for a moment, I’m embarrassed at the slick that drips from my cock and soaks my cheeks and thighs.
Then he lifts my leg and licks up the back of my thigh, humming as he drags his tongue across my heated flesh, and all embarrassment is gone as I moan, back arching.
“How far?” he asks, nuzzling against my pelvis but not touching my cock. “How far can I take this?”
I want to tell him to knot me. I want to feel him filling me, stretching me, trapping us together. But something is holding me back.
Before I take that step with Gabriel, one we can never reverse, I want to talk to Clara. I want to tell her about him, about our scent match, and ask her to be a part of this. I want her holding my hand, kissing me, as I take his knot for the first time.
In packs, everyone has their own relationship with one another. It’s not all group sex, all the time, despite what the media may show us. But for me and my pack, I want us all to be involved with one another. I want my partners to love each other as much as I love them.
And right now, even though I haven’t told Clara how I feel, I know in my gut that she is the missing third piece of this puzzle.
“We can go as far as you want,” Gabriel prompts. “Or not.”
“I want everything,” I tell him, gently tugging one of his twists so he looks up at me. “But … I want Clara here.” I worry he’s going to be mad at me, assuming I think he’s not enough. I fear that I’ll ruin what could be between us before it even begins.
Instead, he surprises me, pure adoration warming his gaze. “Understood. You two need to have a conversation, and if you want me to be a part of it, I will.”
“I do,” I tell him, propping myself up on my elbows. “Can we…”
He grins. “Can we still fool around? Is that what you want to ask?”
I beam, thankful he can read my mind and body and know what I’m struggling to voice.
Gabriel leans up, tenderly kisses me, then lies on his stomach, immediately taking my cock in his mouth, giving me no time to prepare for it.
The wet heat of his tongue twirling around my head, capturing the dripping slick, has my back bowing as I thrust into his mouth. His hand clutches my hip and shoves me back to the nest, grip tight.
“Uh uh,” he chastises, wiping his mouth with the back of his free hand. “Did I say you could fuck my face?”
“But,” I whine.
“No buts. Be a good boy and let me take care of you.”
I throw my head back, wanting to complain, to be a brat, but unable to form the words of defiance as he sucks me down his throat. He hums around my cock, and it takes everything in me not to thrust up, but I don’t want to upset him.
As he slurps on my cock, the sound of my slick and his saliva obscene, he traces his fingers down my sac before giving it a soft squeeze. He doesn’t linger, though, instead trailing one finger between my cheeks and circling my slick hole.
The tip of his finger slides inside me, and I clamp down on it instinctively, as if afraid he will pull out, taking the pleasure with him. Gabriel chuckles as he pulls me out of his mouth.
“Relax, Omega. I’ll give you what you need.”
I believe him. I take several deep breaths before my body goes loose, and he slides his finger further inside me, finding the vestibule his knot will rest right away.
“Fuck,” he swears, reaching down and gripping his cock. “So tight. So slick. You’re hungry for more already, aren’t you, Omega?”
I whine and nod, hands gripping the sheets around me so I don’t move more than he wants me to.
He pulls his finger out, and I sob, but he doesn’t leave me bereft for long. He pushes in with two thick fingers now, and the desperate ache I’m feeling loosens at his attention. He strokes inside me as he grabs my cock and matches pace.
I may die. I think this is how I die.
It’s never felt like this before. It must be that I’m swimming in his pheromones, my perfect scent match, because two fingers from him feels better than any knot ever has.
When he rubs the vestibule inside me, my cock spurts, cum and slick mixing and landing on my bare chest. Gabriel groans and climbs onto his knees. It takes some maneuvering, but he grips both of our cocks while keeping me filled with his fingers.
“Fuck my fist, baby boy,” he growls. “Rub that pretty cock on my knot.”
He doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I work my hips, bouncing on his fingers as I thrust my cock against his and go mindless with pleasure. My ridges bump against his knot as his fingers press inside me, a combination of stimulation that drives me wild.
I’m leaking, and if it’s slick or cum, I have no idea, because it feels like I am constantly spasming around him, my body begging for more, more, more.
Gabriel’s breathing grows ragged, and he’s rutting his cock against mine, and when his eyes grow glassy and he throws his head back, baring his neck to me, I clamp down on him and come so hard I almost black out.
My body falls limp right before Gabriel paints my chest with his release, and his knot swells. I can’t take my eyes off it. It’s massive, and even though I’m spent, it still makes my mouth water at the idea of taking it inside me.
Gabriel climbs off of me, delicately pulling his fingers free, and stumbles out of my nest to the en suite.
He returns with a warm, wet hand towel and wipes down my chest, cock, and ass.
Once he’s satisfied that I’m clean, he leaves with the towel and comes back with a bottle of water that he raided my fridge for.
My Alpha pulls me to his chest, holding the bottle to my mouth, as I guzzle it down. When I’m done and rest my head against his shoulder, he purrs in happiness.
“You listen so well, Felix,” he whispers in my ear. “It makes my imagination run wild.”
I groan and wiggle against him. “Don’t tease me, Alpha.”
His purr kicks up in volume as he rubs his nose up the curve of my neck. “Oh, I’ll never tire of hearing you call me Alpha.”
He puts me in a bath and tells me he’s going to order us dinner. By the time I get out, muscles limp and body satiated, there is a massive Hawaiian pizza on the table.
“You like Hawaiian pizza, too?” I ask as I grab a slice and flop down into one of the dining chairs. “Clara gives me so much grief about it.”
“It sounded good tonight,” he tells me, taking his own piece and ripping open one of the red pepper packets that came with it.
“Tell me more about Clara.” I blush and struggle to meet his eyes.
Before I can speak, he continues. “I know she’s important to you.
I want you to know that if you want her as a part of this relationship, you only have to ask. ”
“I do want that. And I appreciate you letting me know it’s okay.”
He chuckles and sets his pizza down, grabbing a napkin and wiping his hands. “Oh, Felix. I didn’t mean for you to ask me. I meant you need to ask her.”
“All day I have been hoping she’d come home, and we’d find out we’re scent matches, but she’s staying with a friend tonight. I was all psyched up and ready for it, and now the nerves are back. I feel a bit better now that you’re here, though.”
“She’s coming back tomorrow?”
“Yeah. Christmas Eve.” I sigh, abandoning my slice of pizza and rubbing my face. Exhaustion weighs heavily on me. “I hope I don’t ruin everything.”
“You won’t,” he insists. “She just may surprise you.”