Chapter 28
Chapter
Twenty-Eight
CASSIDY
I’m scared to move since I have both Bellamy and Winter laying across my body.
Their heat lasted for two and half days, and it was pretty much nonstop fucking.
I know that heats can last longer, but due to the suppressants that were in their bodies, there’s no way to know how long they’ll go between heats.
It could be monthly, quarterly, or anything in between.
After I managed to get Bellamy and Winter to eat strawberries off my body, both of them got very warm and pale. Bellamy flipped me onto my stomach and slid right into my pussy as he lost himself to his heat. It happened so fast, I was shocked before I lost myself to helping him.
Shiloh went into a rut with Bellamy, and we all had to make sure everyone was safe. This heat has been insane, and I’m happy it’s over. Neither of my omegas are burning up anymore, they’re sleeping heavily, and we can just relax now.
Abbott texted our people to tell them we’re taking a couple of days off to recover, and he’s sleeping with my alphas. My eyes slide shut just to enjoy the sound of everyone sleeping, and I find myself grinning.
I have bonded omegas. Our pack is complete, even though not all of the bites have been given. Shiloh went in and out of his rut and didn’t give into the temptation, though Bellamy bit him on the torso while kissing down his body to suck his cock.
On the other hand, Winter was very needy and had awful cramping for the last eight hours, regardless of how many orgasms, knots, and reassurances she was given.
All we could do is give her anything she wanted, even when it was a puppy pile of fucking. An orgy wasn’t something I thought could happen during a heat, but I lost track of who was where.
Due to this, we’ll just see when Shiloh and Ansel decide to give the last of their bites. They want conscious omegas, and I’m sure Bellamy and Winter want the same. They want to remember the moment their alphas claim them.
My breathing gets even as I manage to fall back asleep for another few hours, something I desperately need.
When I wake up again, I sit up to find that Abbott’s the only one left in bed with me. Putting his phone down, he grins as he watches me.
“Shi and Ansel convinced them to eat in the kitchen. They’re also planning a surprise for you,” he says.
“Me?” I ask, yawning. “Why?”
“I’ve been sworn to secrecy,” he murmurs, crawling forward before pouncing on me.
“Abbott!” I squeal as his fingers find my ticklish spots.
“You know how to make me stop,” he teases, using his beard to tickle my neck as he rubs himself all over me. “Show me what you got, sweetheart.”
Getting my foot flat on the mattress, I gasp as I buck and shove until I flip Abbott onto his back. Grabbing his wrists, I pin them above his head, breathing hard.
“Better?” I ask.
My breasts are near his face since I’m leaning over him, so he smirks with a nod before sucking on my nipple. My back bows as I moan, while he teases me without mercy.
“Very satisfied,” he grins. “Want to help me strip the sheets?”
“How can you make cleaning sexy?” I groan.
“I’m just that good,” he chuckles. “If you don’t let me up, we won’t get anything done.”
“How can you think about sex right now?” I ask, clambering off of him.
“It’s the nest. My cock has been hard for almost three days, and hasn’t gotten the memo that it needs to chill out,” he sighs.
“It’s Alpha Viagra,” I laugh getting out of bed with him.
Together, we strip off the sheets which should probably be burned with how much slick and cum is on it. Bundling it all up, Abbott heads downstairs to do the laundry, while I pick up all our clothing and shoes.
If I can help my omegas put their space back to rights, I will.
Heading downstairs to shower and join my pack, I wonder what they’re planning. A surprise…for me?
I’m still not sure why.
“I need a walk,” Winter says, surprising me as she stretches on the couch. We’re all in comfortable clothing after eating, and have been watching movies for the last couple of hours.
As a pack, we’re wrecked. I want to rot on the couch, but I also know I’ll be more sore later if I don’t move. For Winter to say that she wants to exercise, it’s a sign for us to get off our asses.
“Let’s go,” I say, swallowing back a yawn as I drag myself off the couch. “We could all use a walk before crashing again.”
“Ugh, yes mistress,” Ansel groans, following me as Winter grins.
“Are we all going?” she asks.
“Of course,” Abbott says. “You probably shouldn’t go out in pjs though.”
Glancing down at her thin shorts and tank top she grins as she heads for the stairs with Bellamy. He’s in a pair of boxers and nothing else.
It’s nice to see that some naked rolling around time helped make him more comfortable around us.
Ansel and I were already dressed, so Shi and Abbott dig clothes out of the dryer to change into. We’ve been doing laundry while hanging out today since Patricia hasn’t been able to come by.
We’ll have to reschedule her visit. Honestly, the last few days have been an insane whirlwind. It’s been amazing, but I’m trying to get myself to believe it really happened.
“What’s up, Cass? You look dazed, baby.”
Ansel is looking at me with a worried smile and I shake my head, trying to get over my weird mood.
“Is it possible for life to be too perfect?” I ask, blushing. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted. It just feels surreal, Ansel.”
“I think it’s supposed to be,” he admits, pulling me into a hug. “It’s been one thing after another, and we haven’t had time to just be. It feels like there’s always a five alarm fire happening, right?”
“That’s exactly it,” I sigh, happy he gets it. A part of me feels guilty that I feel like this.
It’s no one’s fault, it’s simply what it takes to keep everyone safe.
“Enjoy life for what it is right now, baby,” he murmurs, kissing my temple. “There’s enough trouble out there that’ll manage to find us eventually. No reason to go looking for it.”
“Ready!” Abbott calls out, making me squeeze Ansel around the waist before I head to the front door to put my shoes on.
“Coming!” Bellamy yells from somewhere above us in the house, making me chuckle.
It’s always been loud with the four of us in the house, but it feels right now that our omegas are with us.
As Bellamy and Winter thunder down the stairs ready to walk, I allow myself to think for just a second of the possibility of kids. They might not be biologically mine, but they’d still be ours.
Letting that small kernel of a thought sit in my mind, I take Winter’s hand as she holds it out to me, already breathless from running up and down three flights of stairs.
“Haven’t gotten enough exercise yet?” I tease her, nodding to Abbott as he holds the door open for us to all walk out of.
My eyes move along the street, which is quiet now that it’s almost eight at night. There’s a couple of people walking their pets, and it’s always been safe. Walking down the steps to the sidewalk, I bite my lip as I think about what direction to walk.
“I wouldn’t mind a coke float,” I muse. It’s a little muggy out as the clouds seem to hover over the city, it would be refreshing to get a treat.
“That sounds good,” Bellamy admits. “Lead the way.”
That level of trust is something I won’t take for granted, and I take a left away from the house. Our walk is easy, and Winter tips her head back to enjoy the breeze as it blows through her hair. It’s the only respite from the heavy, pregnant air around us.
We’re all in workout gear or shorts and light t-shirts, clothing meant for the Savannah summer.
I think our omegas are suffering from cabin fever, so the walk will help them with that. There’s also nothing better than a walk through the city. I never really have to be bribed too much to just enjoy the city I grew up in.
“This is the tattoo shop we told you about,” Abbott says suddenly.
We’ve been walking for the last fifteen minutes, and I glance over to see that it’s indeed Seren’s shop, Inked Discoveries.
“Can we say hi?” Winter asks. “I’ve been thinking about what you said about getting a tattoo, and I’ve been playing with some sketches.”
“Winter,” Bellamy murmurs, his eyes widening in surprise.
“I haven’t shown you yet,” she says, blushing. “They’re not ready. You could hate them.”
“I’ve never hated anything you’ve drawn. Even when they were silly stick figures when we were sixteen,” he says.
“Stick figures?” I ask, watching them.
“I got the idea to learn how to draw, and Bellamy helped me find videos. It started as something to do for fun, and then snowballed,” Winter explains. “The beginning of my journey was terrible.”
“You should always remember where you started, even if there’s no evidence of it,” Bellamy says.
“What happened to your parents’ house?” Ansel asks curiously.
“Sold, I checked,” Shi mutters.
Bellamy appears surprised for a moment, but this is Shiloh for you. He’s a researcher.
“Matilda sold everything in our parents’ home,” Bellamy says. “We don’t even have photos of them. Winter sketches them from memory to keep their memories fresh.”
“Ugh, if I think about everything we’ve lost I’m going to cry,” Winter warns.
“Then we won’t talk about it if you don’t want to cry,” Shiloh replies. “However, you don’t have to spare us your tears, Kitten. If you ever want to remember them, we can light some candles in the house and have a proper memorial.”
“We didn’t even get that,” Bellamy grumbles. “Matilda insisted that they be burned and forgotten. There aren’t even any burial plots. I’m so glad she’s dead.”
“I wish she was still alive so I can kill the bitch again,” I mutter. “Let’s go inside to say hi. I need someone nice to remind myself that the world isn’t shitty.”
Winter blows out a breath as Ansel pulls open the door, walking inside beside Bellamy while we sandwich them between us. It’s an immediate response to keep them safe. Since we’re taller, you can barely see them.