Chapter 73
My mind feels like it’s coming back up after a hard reboot; everything feels surreal as fuck right now.
I could see and feel what was happening earlier: the whining, the slick, the demanding fabric and clothes from near strangers, but the absolute obsession with making a nest seemed to take over every mental function I had.
Not that it’s not a nice nest. Spence truly outdid himself on this room.
But it’s never fun feeling hijacked by my inner omega when she gets this way.
At least I can well and truly say that my heat is starting now.
I can’t say about other omegas, but I never get this obsessed with bedding materials unless I’m starting my heat.
I love a soft duvet, but this is closer to compulsion.
Greg is kissing the inside of my thigh gently, his fingers and mouth coated in my juices.
I’m so lucky I found him…but, it still feels like something’s missing.
As my mind starts to tune into our surroundings, I realize that Paul is watching us from across the room, and maybe I should be embarrassed, but the hunger in his gaze makes me feel desired and sexy.
Something I haven’t had much of in my life, at least not until Greg.
I’m usually too much—or not enough—for packs.
Sure, I’m an omega and therefore fuckable, but there’s a difference between wanting someone and wanting to fuck them.
My beta raises up, wiping his lips. He chuckles quietly.
“I feel like a glazed donut right now. They weren’t kidding about slick, were they?
” Spence comes through the door, and something in my chest loosens.
That’s what was missing, my big alpha. My gaze wanders between him and Paul, and while I want them both in my nest, Spence actually walks close enough now that I can grab his hand and drag him in.
Paul, for all his longing looks, is still keeping a distance.
Something in the back of my mind is nagging me that there’s still something missing here, but I can’t be bothered to look for it as the giant cinnamon roll lets me pull him over the edge of the nest.
Greg scoots back, letting me get the big guy positioned properly.
Spence willingly goes where I put him. I barely have to touch and he moves, because it’s not like I could actually make him do anything without his help.
He tries to reach for me a few times, just running his fingers over my arms and face.
The look in his eyes almost makes it seem like he’s not sure I’m really here and he needs to touch me to make sure this is real. I feel the same way.
I’ve never wanted alphas for my heat before, never felt like I could trust them to be able to let go as completely as I need to.
But these guys, I do. Even the short asshole.
Something about him feels right. That worries me since he isn’t mine, and it causes a jarring thought to enter my head…
what if they find their mate later, their scent match?
I know it’s rare, but can I trust them to still want me, like I want them, even if I’m not their fate?
Spence draws me out of my head when he cups my cheek, bringing my eyes up to meet his.
I’ve mindlessly moved him to the center of the mattress.
It’s a huge nest-sized thing, big enough for five or six normal-sized alphas, so it should fit three alphas of varying size, a big beta, and an omega easily enough, but it does bring into sharp contrast just how large this guy is.
For all his gentle touches, he could easily palm my head like a basketball and take the lead.
His voice is quiet, almost reverent. “Um…Sarah. I’m…
I don’t…I’ve never…Um. I’m sorry I’m not better at this, and that I’m not better for you.
I know I’m not cool, or smart, or…big.” His eyes flick downwards, and it takes me a few minutes to figure out what he’s talking about.
He’s proportional all over, but not obnoxiously so.
Is he worried that he’s not hung like a horse?
Maybe he seems a little small to himself.
But if he were any bigger, we might have problems. I’m not a size queen by any means, so this is a good thing to me.
“Don’t worry. You’re perfect just the way you are.
Just be a good boy and let me do all the work, ok?
I’ll take care of you now, so let me be in control.
” He tries to bite back a moan at my words before going rigid, as if he’s afraid to move now—the idea of this huge alpha submitting so easily to me is intoxicating.
I don't want to be in charge all the time, but with him, it’s very appealing. “Relax, Spence. I’ve got you.”
He whimpers as I have to basically climb over his hips.
I’m limber enough to straddle him, but my knees won’t reach the mattress and it takes a few seconds of thinking on how to make this work.
His hard cock is straining upward, and I position my hands on his chest so I can slide back and forth over him, spreading some of my dripping slick along his stiff shaft.
I rock on top of the big alpha. This should fit.
I mean, the guy’s big, but these things are made to fit, right?
A little larger than average, and he’s apologizing for it being too small.
Yes, I’m sure compared to his hands, a fucking yardstick looks small; that doesn’t mean it is, he just has a skewed perception.
“Ok, Big Moose, just…hold still while I get this situated, alright?” I drop my feet to touch the mattress, so I’m squatting above his hips as I grip his shaft, trying to line him up with my entrance.
He groans underneath me—hands tightening in the sheets on either side of him.
My eyes trace up the long, muscular lines of this body.
He’s fucking huge everywhere, it’s like balancing on top of a fucking boulder.
When his eyes meet mine, he lets out a little whimper and bites his lip.
Come on, Sarah, it’s just like falling off a bike…
and being impaled by a goddamn lawn dart.
I sink down the first inch and feel a delicious stretch.
He whimpers again, his fists wrapped tight in the bedding.
“Come on, Alpha. It’s just a little heat, no need to be scared.
It’s just like being with a beta, except, you know… with a knot.”
His whole body seizes up as I slide further down his cock, finally stopping a couple inches above where he’s already swelling.
“See there, Moose, nothing to worry about.” He lets out a loud groan and I feel him getting harder inside me before he twitches and come starts leaking out around where we’re joined.
“Seriously, Big Guy? That wasn’t even a two pump chump.
Yeah, size is important, but we need to work on your stamina.
” I flatten my hands against his chest, ready to lever myself up and try to find a workaround.
I don’t mean to be snappy, but my heat is ramping up again and I’m not exactly feeling generous after this little…
er…big debacle. I had to ask for help from the guy with a hair trigger.
His hands wrap around my thighs, holding me in place when I try to raise up off of him.
He’s still fully hard inside me…maybe he normally goes a couple rounds?
“Oh, sorry about that. Most guys have a bit of a…um…recovery period, er…after they finish. You should have just told me you needed to let off a little pressure.”
His teeth are gritted as he stares up at me, a complex emotion in his eyes. “Sorry, shor…er…Sarah. I…I’ve never had this problem before.”
I nod. I probably should have expected that.
It’s said that the pheromones alone can make sex with an omega different.
“Not a problem. We can work through that. What…um…what’s your normal recovery time?
I don’t mean to sound like a bitch or anything, but it’s starting to hurt and I…
well, I kind of want my first time with you to be while I’m lucid. Before my heat hits too hard.”
He nods up at me, his fingers still digging into my thighs.
“Um…I don’t…I’ve never had sex.” My jaw drops as I stare down at the mountain of alpha that’s currently inside me.
His cheeks turn a deep pink and he won’t meet my eyes.
“With another person, I mean. I’ve…er…with myself…
I’ve never had this problem. Just gimme a minute.
” His smile is sweet, pleading with me not to judge him.
Whelp, now I feel like an asshole. I should have remembered what they said about making assumptions.
Holy shit, I just deflowered an alpha.
A giant, sexy as fuck alpha.
How the hell did that happen?
A horrible thought crosses my mind. “Hey, um…Spence. How old are you? I mean…you’re legal, right?
Please don’t tell me Paul’s gonna arrest me for this.
” I look back over my shoulder at the officer in question, who’s watching intently.
Then Spence’s whole body starts vibrating under me with a loud purr.
My muscles relax and I slide another inch down his still engorged shaft.
He looses another low moan and I feel him twitching inside of me.
So much for the refractory period. Ugh. He’s still purring, and his voice comes out in a low groan.
“Sorry, no…I’m twenty-six.” His voice comes out through gritted teeth as I slide farther down his shaft to press against his knot.
Now that he’s added so much lubrication, my muscles feel like melted jello from the sound of his purr, and this god-awful heat starting, my body is having very conflicted reactions.