20. Nash
twenty
Nash
My mouth clashes with hers, my needy fingers tracing every patch of exposed skin. She breathes out against me. I swallow her whimper and demand another kiss.
Hearing her say she trusts us is more than I thought I was going to get.
I was sure Indigo would give me nothing, but then this beautiful, incredible woman surprises me once again.
Trust. Shit, trust is not love, but it’s the route there.
She might not know it, but she looked apologetic enough for me to know she thinks she’s disappointing us.
Little does she know that having her trust means the world to me.
From the corner of my eye, I see that my packmates are just as frantic as I am. Clothes fly, and shoes are kicked off. Cassidy removes her robe, and she’s finally naked between us.
All this time, I tried my best not to stare when her robe parted. She rubbed her pussy in front of us, and it was torture to look away, but I knew that looking my fill wasn’t fair at that moment.
But now?
My eyes feast on the curve of her hips, the dip of her waist, and the perky nipples.
My mouth salivates, and I can’t deny myself any longer.
I taste her. Her warm skin, the delicate neck.
I trail down her breasts, kissing every freckle along the way until I take her nipple into my mouth.
Indigo whimpers, her fingers sink into my hair as she arches her back to give me more.
Thoughts leave me completely. There’s nothing beyond this woman and making her mine.
I find Cassidy kissing her neck after me, biting down on her shoulder while Hank takes her other nipple into his mouth.
I was scared she would feel overwhelmed with so many mouths on her, but she cries out and perfumes the room.
My woman likes our attention on her, so that’s what she’s going to get.
After we knot her, she’ll be done with heat, just like she wanted.
There will be an opportunity to leave us.
Maybe she won’t even want us around. Fear swirls in the pit of my stomach, but it’s from the same acid that hope grows.
This is a chance to show her what it could be—a chance to worship her body, to show her what physical touch should look like.
I want to give her body what it needs, cultivate that trust, and make her feel adored. Loved.
Dazed, I lift my head, eyes finding my packmates who wear expressions as serious as mine. We don’t say anything, but I know we are all thinking the same thing.
It’s time to win our Omega.
“Lie back, Indie,” I whisper between her lips.
Her eyes are hooded when they meet mine, another point in my favor.
Indigo nods, scooching back and then lowering with knees bent.
Her brown hair fans across the pillows, and she slowly blinks at me, a good girl waiting for instructions.
It’s a privilege to watch someone as strong as her submit like this.
This is the proof of her trust, a responsibility I don’t take lightly.
My hand covers her small knee, and I part her legs for our view. She’s so fucking gorgeous. Her pussy is mouthwatering, and her eyes are full of want. Thick peach perfume rises from every pore, and what before was torture now is fuel for what is about to come.
“You’ve got to open those legs more if you want to see what I have planned.” I chuckle, and even to my ears, it sounds choked and too needy.
Her eyes flare, and she opens a little more.
I glance at my packmates, wondering if they remember what we talked about before.
Fuck, it was years ago, many fucking years ago.
We were a pack already but had completely given up on the dream of ever finding an Omega.
I’m not one to give up hope, so I kept reminding them that my mother is a Beta.
It was the ’90s, and my dads were trying to make their music career happen.
They met Mom at a bar in Nashville. She was a server and decided to give them tips after her shift.
I guess my dad's thought they were good tips because they kept her. She became half of Knotted Hearts, and soon their mate. They told her about Alphas and knots, and they brought home a little Beta, the love of their lives. It was because of a dream and the only bar in Nashville that let them play that I’m even here. Not surprising what they named me, huh?
But that’s why I have always been the one to make sure we don’t give up hope. It didn’t matter there were no Omegas. It didn’t matter that sometimes we were too consumed with our work with the Alliance. I knew hope was the most important thing in the world.
To keep that hope alive, I asked them many times what we would do when we found a woman to share. We usually kept it PG. It was about where we would settle down and whether we would keep working for the Alliance. From time to time, the conversation turned in a different direction.
One late night, our spirits were low, and we were sharing a hotel room, so I asked the question again.
This time, we talked about the things we were going to do to her in bed, the plans each one of us had.
We ended up so hard we took our cocks out and rubbed them right there.
The need and want for someone we didn’t know existed was so intense.
But now… she’s here. And she doesn’t even know what we planned for her even before we knew she was real. I arch an eyebrow and flash my packmates with a grin, making them chuckle. So they haven’t forgotten our plans.
Cassidy positions himself between her legs, lowering until his breath fans her pussy.
Indigo watches him with wide eyes. Her little toes curl over the sheet, and the wait is enough to get her famished.
Cassidy smirks, knowing his effect on her, and he dives in, licking her from the little hole up to her clit.
She cries out, her back arching, and her moans go straight to my cock.
It’s the most beautiful sound in the world.
She’s so lost in Cassidy and doesn’t notice when both Hank and I start moving around.
I lie beside her, sucking her nipple into my mouth while pinching the other.
“Oh my god,” she calls out.
“We have not even started,” I whisper in her ear. “Look what they are about to do…”
Indigo shakes her head, confused about what I’m talking about, and I smile, especially when Hank steps between her legs too. Barely space for him, they maneuver her legs up, Indigo’s eyes widen as Hank lowers his head and starts eating her out beside Cassidy.
“Oh god, oh my fucking god!”
Together they make a meal out of my woman. Her surprise is so delicious I grab my cock, gripping my knot and reminding myself that I have to wait for my turn. It’s going to be impossible if she keeps being so responsive to everything we do.
My packmates lick her lavishly, not caring if their tongue tangles in the process. It doesn’t fucking matter. Nothing matters but her pleasure. That is something we all agree on. She comes first, and we are hers to do whatever she needs.
My teeth graze over her nipple, and she can’t take the overload of sensation. Her whimpers fill the room, her perfume lies thick, and with a curse, she comes. It’s fucking gorgeous.
“Nash, come here. She tastes like fucking syrup.” Cassidy lifts his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
No one needs to call me twice. Indigo’s eyes roll to the back of her head, and she doesn’t notice when they move out of the way, and I take their place.
She realizes my mouth is on her when I start drinking from her pussy like the starved man I am.
She reaches down, a little confused by the switch, and I growl between her legs.
It was supposed to be just a taste, but my tongue starts fucking her hole.
Her cries climb, and when I suck her clit, she’s falling apart again, mere minutes after her last orgasm.
I rise and watch her, waiting until she’s ready to ask. “Tell me what you need now.”
“Fuck me.” She gulps. “Fuck me.”
I shake my head. “There’s so much I want to do with you, Indigo. So much we have planned first. Now, you said you trust us, right?”
She nods eagerly. Fuck me, this is so good.
“So on your knees now.”