Chapter 21 Claire
Claire
This feels so right.
Wells smells like me, completely. There’s no doubt who he belongs to and I like that a whole fucking lot.
My Alpha has his large hand splayed between my shoulder blades as he presses my body against Wells and I can’t help but to think being between them is exactly where I belong.
There’s a neediness I’m not used to writhing beneath my skin and I’m not sure what to do about it, so I lick Wells’ chest before grazing my teeth and biting down.
It won’t bond us, only an Alpha can do that, but any sign showing that he’s mine sends a ripple of satisfaction through me.
Maybe I’m still hung up on Megan flirting with him. Or maybe I’m feeling unsettled by the uncertainty of the pack and searching for some comfort.
Forrest’s fingers grip my hair and he tugs slightly, but never too hard. This man could probably rip a tree trunk in half, but he knows his limits with me—his Omega.
The Alpha pauses for a moment, his nose against my throat, his massive cock rubbing against my ass.
“Knot me.” I’m begging, pleading with him.
Forrest inhales deeply and his chest rumbles with a low purr.
“Are you feeling okay, Claire?” he asks, his grip on my hair a little tighter.
“I will be once you knot me and I’m covered in both you and Wells,” I say, grabbing Wells’ face, needing a kiss. Forrest pauses behind me and I groan. “I’m not in heat.”
Well, at least I’m pretty sure I’m not. There isn’t any pain in my stomach. I don’t feel mindless, or sick.
I’m just an Omega who wants to get railed by her Alpha and Beta. Is that too much to ask for?
“You’re just feeling needy, princess?” Forrest asks as I grind against Wells. He moans into my mouth as I kiss him.
Forrest spreads my ass with his hand, and I’m nearly brought to orgasm thinking about the way he’s looking at my wet pussy dripping all over Wells right now.
“That is such a pretty sight,” the Alpha says, his fingers slipping into me. When he pulls out, I whine.
He quickly replaces his fingers with the head of his cock and I moan my approval. He moves slowly behind me. We’re a tangle of limbs like this and I fucking love it. There’s no inch of my skin that isn’t untouched and I feel wholly cherished.
When Forrest presses to the hilt, both Wells and I make some incoherent noises. It’s almost like he’s fucking us both as he keeps the pace, rocking my pussy against Wells as he fills me up.
“You take him so fucking good, sweetheart,” Wells says beneath me. The praise has slick pooling out of me, and our Alpha curses at the sensation.
I’m a panting mess. I can feel myself fluttering around Forrest’s length and I know I’m so close. I want to nestle my face into Wells' throat and just go limp, but the man grabs my face. Our gazes lock as my lips part in ecstasy.
“Let me watch you while you take his knot,” he tells me.
I don’t lose eye contact and when Forrest presses his knot inside of me, a cry of pleasure falls out. It feels so good, so fucking right. The stretch is perfect and I just lose myself to my orgasm. Nothing has ever felt so perfect.
Wells thrusts his hips the best he can, his cock sliding all against my wet pussy, making my release last even longer.
Forrest is making these deep groans behind me and his grip on my ass is so tight, he might leave fingerprint-shaped bruises behind. He floods me with his release, his hips having a mind of their own.
His cum is warm and I’m so grateful that his knot is going to keep it inside me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Wells hisses as I feel his cock jerk between our bodies.
Forrest is panting behind me, his hands rubbing my ass, like it’s an apology for being too rough. Wells cups my face. The kiss is lazy, delicious, and perfect.
I’m shivering while his tongue slips between my lips, and it’s not because I’m cold or hot. I’m just so happy I don’t even know how to explain it. The emotions running through me are nearly too much and I can’t help it; I don’t know where they come from, but tears stream down my face.
“Hey. Hey. You’re okay,” Wells assures me. He doesn’t ask me what’s wrong and I’m so thankful.
Because nothing is wrong, I just didn’t know how good this would be. I’ve yearned for a pack, knowing that’s what my future held. But to actually physically experience it? I’m just overwhelmed.
Forrest rubs my back. He’s quiet but his chest rumbles with a purr. This isn’t the most ideal position to be knotted in, but he doesn’t complain as he supports his weight on his knees, and I rest most of mine on Wells.
The Beta wraps his arms around my back and kisses the side of my face as he pets my hair. Forrest joins in, both of them petting and touching me at the same time.
It both helps me settle and it also just makes me even more emotional.
This is what I deserve. This is the pack I’ve always dreamed of for myself, and maybe it’s time to leave any other dreams I had in the past. But why does the thought of that hurt so damn much?
When Forrest’s knot deflates, we decide that it’s best to take showers. Wells goes to strip the bed and I couldn’t stop the whine that rips out of me if I tried. I know we need to sleep there tonight and doing so with a giant slick and cum puddle isn’t ideal.
But the sheets smell like all of us, mainly me and Forrest, but they’re perfect.
They compromise by letting me keep the top sheet bundled up in the corner of the room. Reyna brings us some new blankets while I’m in the shower.
Together we decide we want a night in and I couldn’t be more on board with that idea. The three of us in my balcony suite feels so domestic and natural. It kinda makes me wish we weren’t on the ship anymore.
Huh. I guess I hadn’t really thought about leaving the ship early. I also didn’t expect to find Forrest and Wells literally the first day of the cruise or everything else that ensued.
I don’t think I want to bond on the ship; I want something more special. What if I didn’t need to even have my heat onboard? The thought is probably a little over eager and I try to calm myself down.
Especially when we play a round of Uno, which Forrest is apparently brutal at. I couldn’t even use my Omega charm to not make him make me pick up four cards.
I need to take things day by day. There’s still so much we need to learn about each other. I’m just high off our evening together, is all.
We’re ordering room service and Forrest asks to see my phone so he can order on the app and get a feel of the font and color contrast that works best for my dyslexia.
“The font is Open dyslexic, I use it on my e-reader too. I can’t read on night mode, so I have my phone set to day time throughout the day.
Speed is the main issue I have when the settings aren’t right or when I’m reading something on paper.
I have a hard time with people’s hand writing especially,” I tell him.
Forrest nods, and it seems like he’s memorizing all this information I tell him.
“What would you like for dinner?” he asks, kissing my hair and I blush.
He might have been knotted inside me for a solid half hour, to the point where his legs were nearly quaking and begging for a break, but the small affection still hits me right in the heart.
I order a chicken caesar salad and a side of fries, while Forrest and Wells order multiple burgers and I’m impressed that they eat them all. Forrest even finishes the rest of the salad I don’t eat.
The free channels at sea are absolutely disastrous, and we decide on a movie to watch in bed. Forrest falls asleep nearly ten minutes in and I don’t even blame him. The movie is rather boring.
He takes up half the bed, while Wells and I share the other half. I’m squeezed right in the middle as Forrest has one arm tossed over the both of us.
I turn to face Wells and he does the same, moving a strand of hair out of my face. I lick my lips and stare at his handsome face.
“Today was perfect,” I tell him and he gives me a bright smile.
“It was, wasn’t it? This would be what it would be like when we’re back home.” He says the words easily, but as soon as he does, his brows furrow and he clears his throat. “Would you be open to moving to New Hampshire?”
“Yeah. I think I would. I’d still keep my place in New York, and we could visit my family any time or they could all come to us. Manhattan and Philly aren’t that far away.”
Wells lets out a relieved sigh, leaning forward and kissing my forehead.
“Forrest works a decent amount, but he has been slowing down a lot. I know that once we bond, he would want to be home as much as possible. We’d all have the flexibility to do whatever we want with our days.
In the winter, we could go skiing together and then come home and bundle you up next to a nice warm fire.
Also, I’ve always wanted a pet. We could get whatever you want.
We have a perfect spot for a nest. The bathroom and flooring are done, but it would be easy to change it to your preferences and you can decorate it so beautifully.
Hell, you can redecorate the whole house. ”
I grin at him and he must realize he’s rambling.
“That was a lot,” he admits and I shake my head.
“It’s not. I was literally just thinking if I didn’t have to have my heat on board and what that would look like.
I don’t want to bond on the ship and it’s probably a good idea to test this relationship in the real world before we do that.
It’s still a little wild to think how quickly this is all happening, though,” I admit.
“Sometimes the best things don’t need time and other times they do,” Wells says, his thumb softly rubbing against my cheek. “What about Elliot?”
I shrug and Wells nods, not pushing me on him specifically. “But if not him, I suspect you’ll need another Alpha in the pack. As perfect as the three of us are together, you have physiological needs that will be hard for just the two of us to provide for you.”
Part of me wants to argue, to let him know that he and Forrest could be enough, but if I’m anything like my mom, that’s not the truth. Plus, I do truly think my parents have the perfect balance and I’ve always wanted the same for myself.
“Yes. That’s always been my dream. Two Alphas and a Beta.”
“So. If it isn’t Elliot, would you want to possibly find someone else on the ship that might be a good fit for our pack? Or we could leave as soon as you want and let something happen naturally.”
I run my hand down his chest, liking that being honest with him comes so easily. He hasn’t formally met Elliot, but he’s open to him being a pack mate, because it’s what I want—wanted—want? Hell, I don’t even know anymore.
“Maybe we give it another week? See how things go and then we could talk about going home,” I say and Wells leans forward to kiss me, probably because I just called his home mine.
It’s not that the ship isn’t luxurious or that it’s amazing to travel to all of these places, it’s just why stay on this ship surrounded by all these other people when I know where I’m going to end up?
I could have my heat safely in my dream nest instead of in the middle of the ocean? Sounds like music to my ears.
I came on this cruise to find a pack and I found the two men I want in that pack more than anything.
“We’ll have to go to New York first, get my things, and you’ll have to meet my family before we go to New Hampshire.”
Forrest just sleeps through all of mine and Wells’ planning of our future, but I know he’ll agree with everything. The mention of my family has Wells looking a little nervous, but he nods.
I feel at ease, and I just want Wells so fucking bad. We’re planning a future together, something I’ve never done with anyone else. I didn’t know it could be an aphrodisiac, but I need my Beta.
He must feel the same way as he grabs my thigh and tosses it over his own. I’m glad that we’re both blessedly naked as he slides inside me.
Our faces are close together as we kiss and he slowly thrusts in and out of me. It’s not the frenzied lust filled need like earlier. This is something far more delicate, and the intimacy assures me just as much as his words do.
He’s mine and so is Forrest.