33. Callum
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My hands tremble as I make the call, telling Ginny and Sorcha the plan and that if they need anything to text us and we’ll answer as soon as we can.
Lain and Greer are up in the nest with Maisie.
He already called Rory even if he hated every single second of that phone call.
I’m waiting on the front porch, waiting for my Grandda to come and collect Fergus.
I shoot off a message to Graham letting him know what’s going on and immediately silence my notifications.
“Did you know?” I ask the dog; he nudges his giant head against my side and I take that as a yes.
It all makes so much sense. Why Lain and Greer couldn’t stay away, why, even when I tried my hardest, I was drawn to her. Most of all, the reason for why she kissed me when she did and why I couldn’t pull away.
We couldn’t scent her, but somehow deep in our bones we knew we were scent matches.
I’m still wrapping my mind around it all. I never thought a scent match was in the cards for me. When Fiona left, I thought that I’d probably never have pack life again, I’d be alone. But now my scent match is upstairs in heat and I’ve gotta figure out where the fuck I fit in with all of this.
Greer and Lain have had more time with her. She’s more comfortable with them. Yeah, we had a moment. I’ve apologized to her, but the guilt is weighing so fucking heavy on me. How didn’t I see it and how the hell did a prick like me find a scent match in her?
My Grandda pulls up to the drive; Fergus is already bounding toward him, excited to see the old man. It’s mostly because he gets more treats over there, at least that’s what I tell myself.
“My good old boy, come here,” he says, patting his legs as the dog happily trots over to him. It’s only lightly raining right now as I head his way too. “Callum, everything okay, son?” he asks.
I lick my lips. “Maisie, she’s our scent match. She’s uh…in distress,” I say.
His face wrinkles with his smile as he approaches me, wrapping his arms around me and slapping my back.
“Congratulations. You deserve this. You’ll figure it out.”
“I don’t deserve this,” I say and my grandda slaps me a little harder on the shoulder. Fuck, who knew the old man was still so damn strong?
“I don’t want to hear any of that shite.
You’ve had a lot thrown at you in your life, Callum, yet you’ve still been a good man.
Sure, a bit of a fucking curmudgeon from time to time, but who wouldn’t be?
You lads have become a community staple, you help me and your Nan with no question.
Your da would have been just as proud of you as I am.
Now, are you going to be a glakit or are you going to go back inside and be there for your pack? ”
I can’t help but smile at the man’s way of encouraging me.
“Thank you for taking Fergus and everything,” I tell him.
“Aye, of course, he’s my great-grandson and all.”
He nudges his chin toward the house before getting back into his car. He rolls the passenger window down for Fergus, who happily shoves his head out the window, tongue lulling without a care in the word. Sometimes I envy the fluffy bastard.
I’m back in the house and considering how I’m going to go about all of this. It isn’t as if I haven’t helped an Omega through heat before alongside Lain and Greer. But this is Maisie, our scent match. Fuck, saying the words gives me a little chill. It still hasn’t completely sunken in yet.
I want—no—need for this to be a good heat for her. This is the first chance for us to show her how we could care for her. There’s no chance she plans on leaving now, right?
If she wanted to leave, she never would have disclosed we were scent matches. This was her telling us all at the same time how significant our relationship is. This was her agreeing to more, right?
Her scent gets thicker as I climb the level to the nest.
It doesn’t matter what she’s decided. All that matters right now is that we take care of her. Despite my fears, there’s no way I could leave my scent match hurting because I’m scared of the outcome.
What I expect when I open the door is for her to be pinned between Lain and Greer in absolute bliss, but what I find is Maisie sans glasses, throwing shit around.
“What the fuck happened?” I ask, and Lain looks at me with wide-fearful eyes.
“She found a silk eye mask in the nightstand,” Lain says quietly, hoping that Maisie doesn’t hear. But of course she does, because she makes the most indignant noise before picking up a lamp with the intention of shattering it to pieces.
Greer grabs it before she can throw it and is trying to reassure her that we don't have another Omega, that it means nothing. It doesn’t work.
The eye mask is silk, likely still able to carry her scent after all this time.
“Maisie, sweetie. You’re it for us. This nest is yours. Everything here belongs to you,” Greer says. “Should I use my Alpha bark on her?”
Maisie hates that idea and starts tugging the sheets off the bed in a pissed off rage. I think that’s the exact moment I fall for the Omega and there must be a grin on my face, because Lain smacks me on the chest.
“This isn’t fucking funny,” he says.
“You’re right,” I tell him, leaving the nest to go grab a lighter.
“Where the fuck are you going?” Lain asks, but I don’t have a chance to reply as I grab the lighter and bring it back to the nest.
“Omega. Stop. Look,” I tell her, holding the sleep mask in one hand and lighting it on fire. “She means nothing. You’re our Omega and we’re yours. Let us take care of you.”
Once the flames hit my fingers, I’m dropping the mask on the floor and stamping it out with my foot. “See? Doesn’t fucking exist. It means nothing.”
That’s what brings a smile to her face, and she starts pulling on her clothes, trying to get them off.
“How the fuck did you know that would work?” Greer asks and I just shrug. I honestly had no clue if it would or not, but I’m sure as shit glad that it did.
Maisie gives up and plops down on the bed, which is unmade, but the waterproof layer at least is still on.
“There we go. There’s our girl,” I say as we take off our shoes. “No need to stress. Your Alphas will take care of you.”
She makes a happy noise as she attempts to slide her fingers down her tights.
“None of that,” Greer tells her, grabbing her wrist and she pouts at him.
Maisie in heat is a whole new level of bossy and I’m into it. She whines, her body needing relief, and it’s our job to give her what she needs.
Lain is tugging on her boots as I shift her tights down, Greer is grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head until she’s graciously, beautifully naked in front of us.
Her raspberry tart scent is so heavy in the room it’s the only sensory input I can take in right now. Her scent is so her, put together, pretty, complex, and delicious.
Even in this moment where I wish I could turn back time and make this the first heat with an Omega ever, I can’t, and it’s not a completely awful thing. We know what we’re doing. There isn’t any frantic bumbling or confusion about what needs to be done.
We’re all well aware how long a heat can take and what that entails. My biggest concern is holding myself back from bonding with her during, and isn’t that terrifying?
A bond would keep her here, attached to me and I know that, but I’m not that big of a bastard to actually do it…right?
“No bonding,” I say outloud, because I think we all need the reminder to not lose our heads.
“Right,” Greer says while Lain gives a grunt of acknowledgment.
If Maisie heard my words, she didn’t react. Instead, she’s trying to slide her fingers down to her pussy again. When Greer grabs her hand this time, he slips her fingers in his mouth and sucks, which she hums her approval of.
Her pussy is soaking wet.
“All this slick for your Alphas?” I ask her and she bites her lip, giving me a sharp nod while she spreads her legs further apart and crooks a finger at me.
It doesn’t seem fair for me to enjoy her first, but who am I to defy my Omega’s demands?
I toss off my shirt and tug down my pants, completely naked before her. Maisie’s hungry eyes roam over my body, and I climb onto the bed between her legs.
“How is this even real?” I ask while splaying my hand over her stomach and feeling the warmth of her skin.
Maisie bucks her hips to me and I know what she needs. In any other situation I’d take my time with her, eat her out until she’s drenched the sheets and begging for my knot, but not right now.
In heat she needs the gratification of knotting and I’m the one she wants to give it to her. Fuck. I still don’t think I deserve her or this moment, but I’m going to take it anyway.
I fist myself at my knot, dragging the head of my cock against her clit. She’s tugging on Greer’s pants, non-verbally requesting that all her Alphas are naked and pleasuring her.
Lain and Greer both undress as I tease her entrance, before slipping into her warm pussy.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant as I bottom out inside her. It’s been a long time since I’ve had sex, but beyond that, having sex with your scent match during her heat? I’m about to come so quickly. Thank God she probably won’t remember.
“Baby, this pussy is so perfect,” I tell her, which has the immediate effect of her clenching around my cock. “I’m gonna come too soon,” I grate out as Lain slides his fingers over her pussy and spreads her lips, strumming against her clit.
“You hear that, Maisie? You’re so incredible your Alpha can barely last a minute being inside you,” Lain jokes.
I don’t even smack him or have a come back because he’s unfortunately right.
Greer is leaning forward and sucking on her breasts, all the while our Omega is basking in the attention and touch.
“You need his knot, don’t you, Maisie?” Greer asks her.
She pants and writhes but still nods at his question, and thank goodness she’s ready for it now, because I can’t hold back a second longer. I barely thrust in her a few times before I push myself all the way inside her, filling her with my cock and knot.
I nearly black out at the sensation of her wrapped around me.
Her scent is heavy as slick drips around my knot that inflates to its fullest size and I fill her with my release.
Maisie moans her pleasure and I watch in absolute awe as she smiles up at me, pointing at her mouth.
I don’t hesitate, falling forward and meeting her mouth with a lazy kiss as I rock my knot inside her, giving her the release she needs.
My hand rests around her throat, my thumb rubbing her pulse point, and the thought of having my mark there has me rutting into her harder, making her come again.
I’ll be a good Alpha and wait till the time is right, but she’s mine, no matter what. For the first time in my life, things feel perfectly right and there’s no way I’m letting this go.