Chapter 39
T he staff showers were a tight squeeze with five of us, but better to wash up now so we could tumble straight into Charlotte’s nest without bringing the arena with us. I ran the blow-dryer over her hair to remove any dust that had settled, and then tucked her body under the spray when she’d pinned her locks up. Her gaze roamed appreciatively over all of us, her scent like a fog in the steam. Our own scents blended with hers, sweet and earthy.
I backed her up against the tile, a rush of softness flowing through the bond as her eyes met mine and she melted.
“You’re so beautiful, duchess.” I leaned in to kiss her and she rose up on her toes. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pressing our naked bodies together.
“You’re pretty handsome yourself, Chico.” Her cheeks flushed pink.
My heart thumped hard. “Gracing me with my nickname finally?”
“Seemed like it was time.”
I indulged in her mouth surrendering to mine. It was a truly humbling experience to be able to feel her uncertainty and fear, and then to feel her trust in us that allowed her to step over those hurdles and let go.
Her nerves today had been a brick wall crumbling bit by bit the more she put her faith in her new pack. I wasn’t sure where she stood on fully accepting us, on wanting a life with us, but it certainly felt like she was coming along on that. She needed time; I knew that. I was more than okay with it and happy to go at her pace, though I wasn’t going to get upset over her speed-running a few things.
“Say it again,” I murmured against her lips.
“Chico. It’s so cute. Not quite as debonair as Francisco, but they both suit you.”
The shower was a good opportunity for Beau to get comfortable with the pack. Fucking our girl together was one thing, but being able to coexist outside of the action was important too. Shyness and modesty weren’t especially compatible with pack life, and I was relieved—for Charlotte, for him, for us—that he wasn’t going to keep himself to the outskirts of our lives.
Eduardo and Dylan scrubbed down in record time so we could all dry, dress, and get to the limo Beau had ordered for us to head home.
It would be the first time she’d have all of us in her nest, an honor no one would take for granted. An omega’s nest was sacred, and having already shared it with her, I was eager for my pack to experience it as well.
I helped her back into the simple sundress she’d worn because it fit easily under the gown. Her pupils dilated as I smoothed the fabric over her hips. “Ready to go home?”
“Yes.”
I scooped her up bridal style. The action sent a bolt of lust through the bond that almost made my knees buckle.
“Is it something specific about being picked up that you like?” Beau asked, falling into step next to me.
“I feel so dainty when you guys do it. And it just…reminds me how big you all are, how easy it would be for you to do anything you wanted.” Her cheeks flared pink. “I like it.”
Charlotte was a wild little thing by the time we piled into the limo. The door had barely closed before she was climbing into my lap to ride me.
She’d barely stopped purring since Dylan had confessed his feelings while knot-deep in her, and the rise of affection and desire flowing through the bond threatened to drown me. Charlotte hadn’t verbally responded in kind to his confession, but I’d felt it. She was in deeper than she wanted us to know, maybe even deeper than she wanted herself to know. Seeing the true Charlotte behind the walls she had built to protect herself only made me fall faster for this magnificent omega.
In the arena she had been docile with us, but in the confines of the limo she was anything but. I tipped my head back with a groan as she plunged down on my cock. Her warm breath huffed against me, her body chasing its pleasure while the others looked on.
I helped her along, hands gripping her hips to relieve some of the weight of her movements so she didn’t tire herself out before reaching her peak. I’d finish her off if that happened, but right now she seemed determined to get there on her own.
Her whines and whimpers echoed in my ear, ratcheting up the tension in the vehicle with every sound. Beau’s desire for her echoed through the bond. Each time he looked at her, it spiked and Charlotte’s pussy clamped down on me.
“Fuck, you feel so good, duchess.”
I knew her brain wasn’t running at full capacity right now, could feel the heavy fuzziness of her instincts muting her rationality with each thrust.
Beau shifted closer, tucking his fingers between us so she could grind her clit against them with each of her frantic movements. “That’s it, pet. Take what you need.”
I held my own instincts on as tight a leash as I could manage. If I let go of them, they could sweep along the bond and force Charlotte to relinquish what little control she had on herself right now.
Of course Dylan had no such compulsions since he couldn’t feel how close to the edge she was. He got on his knees behind her, his hands moving to assist mine, his mouth drifting over her shoulder. Not to be left out, Eduardo settled on my other side so he could better watch now that Dylan was blocking his view.
The little threads binding Charlotte to control snapped one by one with each descent of her hips against mine.
Tingling pressure built at the base of my spine, Charlotte coaxing me to the peak with her. Desperate as I was to bury my knot into her, I wasn’t sure how we would safely get her from the limo into her nest if that happened. She probably wasn’t thinking about that part, though, and I couldn’t exactly toss her off me to avoid it, nor did I want to.
She launched forward, locking her teeth into my skin and rocking her hips hard against Beau’s hand until pleasure roared through the bond. Between the orgasm by proxy and the rhythmic squeeze of her cunt around me, I couldn’t hold back anymore. My brain said one thing, and my body said another entirely. I pulled her down as close as she could get, knot swelling as my cock pumped her full.
The limo might have been soundproofed, but there was no fucking way the driver didn’t hear that scream even with her mouth occupied by biting me.
Dylan chuckled. “Does Chico’s cock feel good, princess?”
If she was still capable of forming words, she certainly gave us no indication, instead growling as she clung to me.
With a firm grip on her jaw, Dylan detached her teeth from my skin and pulled her backward against his chest, pinning her there by the throat while his other hand glided down her body to tend to her clit. She fought him, trying to return to her clinging, but he wasn’t having it.
“Be a good omega and let your alphas take care of you.”
The fight melted out of her at his words.
I held on to my own threads of control with an iron grip, but I was damn close to losing it.
“You okay?” Eduardo asked.
I shook my head, gritting my teeth.
“We’re almost home,” he assured me.
Charlotte cried out, cunt seizing my knot and setting me off again. She was never going to get off my knot at this rate but the lust in her bubbled like lava in the bond.
Beau kissed her deeply and Eduardo freed her luscious breasts from her sun dress, feasting on each in turn. The tremble of her body soothed my own instincts. My omega was being cared for.
The limo pulled to a stop. I clawed my way back from the edge of delirium, willing myself to focus enough to get her inside safely.
Eduardo navigated everyone, returning Charlotte to her clinging position on me and getting Dylan to crawl out directly in front of us to support her weight. The moment we reached the fresh air, my head cleared a bit. Beau and Eduardo slipped out after us, moving to stand on each side of Charlotte so she was in the middle of a protective phalanx and safe from view.
The walk up to our homes was the longest of my fucking life.
I barreled straight into her room when we entered her apartment, tipping forward to envelop her in the nest. Her purr roared so loudly I felt the vibrations all the way down to my cock.
The others joined us one by one and Charlotte writhed, reaching for them, pawing to get them closer.
Her skin warmed beneath my touch, sweat breaking across it. The final thread holding her together snapped, and a tsunami of omega instinct and desperate need crashed over me.
“Fuck,” I gasped out. “She’s going into heat.”
“I thought she couldn’t do that anymore?” said Dylan.
“Didn’t she tell us she hasn’t had one for three years?” Eduardo asked.
“What the fuck does it matter what she told us?” I snapped. “It’s happening.”
Beau’s pupils were almost eclipsing his irises. “What do we do?”
“We do what every omega needs during a heat,” said Dylan. “We fuck her until it breaks.”