Chapter 57
FIFTY-SEVEN
I’m putting away a grocery delivery when Gage stumbles out of the nest. His hair is a mess, and he’s completely naked.
That is a lot of freckled skin on display.
I dart my eyes away immediately. “Where are your pants, Hiccup?” The childhood nickname slips out. It’s a hard habit to break. It didn’t come from anywhere malicious. He was just a kid who got hiccups all the time.
In retrospect, maybe a more attentive parent would have taken him to the doctor to have that checked out. I wonder if it was a symptom of his gluten intolerance.
But now that I’ve fucked our Omega at the same time as him, I need to accept that he’s grown. It won’t be an easy adjustment, but we’ll figure it out.
“Nest,” he grumbles, pulling a glass from the cabinet and filling it with water from the fridge door. “Where’s Puck?”
“He’s in Crystal’s room talking to Pack Lupine before things get too crazy. To ensure they won’t need him and that he can focus on our Omega.” Will I ever get tired of saying that I have an Omega?
I don’t think I will. Whenever I think of her, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling in my chest.
He drains the glass and refills it. “Cool, cool. You’re up in there. Maverick is asleep, and I need to confirm that Trina is good to care for Burger for a few days and get him over there. Do you need me to pick up anything?”
“My meds, please. I really should start keeping a pill case here.” Who knows if my daily med does much, but I’m too afraid to go off of it for the risk of my migraines getting worse. “And I guess some clothes?”
“We’re not going to be wearing much clothing,” Gage says with a snort of a laugh. “But sure. I should go get Mav’s meds, too.” He disappears into the nest and comes back fully clothed, patting me on my back as he grabs his keys off the hook by the door. “Distract her so she doesn’t notice I’m missing, ‘kay?”
With the last of the groceries put away, I slink into the tiny nest. My Omega is naked, hair plastered to her face and neck with sweat, with an equally nude Maverick resting his head on her chest. She peeks open one eye, and a sleepy smile stretches her lips.
“Hey, Alpha,” she whispers. “Need you.”
I kneel next to her, doing my best to extract her from beneath the other Alpha gently. He snorts and falls off her, rolling to his other side and curling up, still asleep. Once free, she crawls into my lap, immediately feeding her hands under my shirt and plastering her palms on my chest.
They’re burning up.
“Hey, Omega,” I say, burying my face in the crook of her neck and getting a hit of that cool peppermint scent that I can’t get enough of straight from the source. “How are you feeling?”
“Need you,” she whines again, digging her fingertips into my skin. “Need your knot.”
It’s impossible not to get turned on by her words, her scent. It’s overwhelming, blanketing the nest in her desire. My cock aches in my boxers enough that I don’t even notice the lingering pulsating of the gunshot wound on my thigh. I fucked her just a few hours ago, but you’d think it’d been years.
“How do you want me?” I ask as I pull off my shirt. She immediately pushes me backward and starts licking and kissing my chest.
“Purr, Alpha,” she says against my skin. My chest immediately starts rattling in response, and her sweet little purr answers mine.
I prop myself on my elbows to watch as she kisses down my sternum to my belly button and then runs her tongue over the top of my boxers. She growls like a kitten and paws at them clumsily. When she starts to pull them off, they get caught on my injured leg, and I yelp.
“No!” she cries, immediately backing away from me. “I hurt you!”
“It’s okay, Omega,” I soothe, adjusting myself to pull the boxers off without much pain. “They’re off, see?” I hold them up and let her watch as I toss them across the nest. She tracks their path with her eyes before she returns to me, leaning down to place a kiss next to the bandage on my leg.
She’s more lucid than I expected while in heat, but I’m not complaining. Especially not when she crawls up my body, places a searing kiss on my lips, and whispers, “Let me take care of you.”
In seconds, she’s got me flat on my back again and my shaft in her hand. She strokes me so gently that the anticipation of more almost hurts. It’s not enough, never enough, and I need more.
My hips thrust into her hand, and she rewards me with a tight squeeze as she leans down to suck my head into her mouth. My eyes roll back in my head, and my breaths quicken as I feel her warm tongue circle me, toying with me as she keeps up her punishingly slow strokes.
I want to touch her. To please her. Her scent is overwhelming, and I know slick must be dripping from her. I want to taste it.
My desire for her is so strong it’s overriding the pleasure she’s giving me. I can’t focus on it.
Pulling myself out of her grip to loud protests, I crowd her up against a stack of pillows. “Omega,” I growl, unable to keep my eyes off her heaving breasts. “Don’t you ache for me? Isn’t your pussy crying for my tongue, my fingers, my cock?”
She whines, nodding rapidly as her wide eyes stare at my mouth.
“Then why are you teasing me, making me smell all that slick, and not letting me taste you?”
“Please, Alpha,” she pants, sprawling herself backward and spreading her thighs. “I want it, I want it, I need it.”
Satisfaction curls in my belly, and I kiss her softly on the nose. “Your wish is my command, mi amor . ” I waste no time, dropping between her spread thighs and running my nose up her slit. Her scent relieves the pressure that always lingers in my head and allows me to focus entirely on her desires.
I flatten my tongue and give her a long, slow lick before shortening them and focusing on the bottom of her clit. One hand pulls the skin around it back, exposing the sensitive little bud fully to my ministrations as I trail the other up her body to play with one of her nipples. She’s panting and whining underneath me, making my cock harder than I think it’s ever been in my life. I grind my hips against the plush surface of the nest, trying to get some relief from the ache.
When I pinch her nipple at the same time as I quickly suction her clit into my mouth, she cries out, thrashing. Her feet are planted flat, her knees bent, and her hips buck beneath me as she fists my hair and grinds against my face. I lick and suckle her through her peak until she is whimpering and wiggling in the blankets.
“Still with me, Omega?” I ask her as I crawl up her body.
“Yes, knot, Alpha.” I plaster my lips to hers, and she moans, tongue dragging along my lips as if to capture her taste for herself.
I plant the foot from my injured leg flat on the nest while keeping most of my weight on the knee of my other leg. I stroke the inside of her thighs gently. “Can you present for me?”
Every Alpha has the fantasy of an Omega presenting themselves to them. There is something so erotic about the way her body moves fluidly, on instinct, to expose her sex to me. She stretches her arms over her head, resting her cheek on the nest’s plush surface. The curve of her back, the smooth expanse of skin on her thigh…
She’s the type of perfection people write sonnets about. The kind of beauty that causes wars.
It’s not too far from what actually happened.
She wiggles her ass at me with a whine. “Alphaaaaaa!”
I tap her on the ass lightly, chuckling. “I was admiring your beauty, be patient.” But I don’t make her wait any longer, sliding my tip through her lips, slicking it up before gently pushing inside her. I rest my hands on her lower back as I thrust into her, admiring the way she looks beneath me.
Crystal’s making loads of noise, whining and gasping with every drag of my cock. It’s the prettiest symphony I’ve ever heard, but I’m shocked Maverick is sleeping through it.
“Bite, bite,” she chants, craning her neck to look at me. “Please, Alpha, please. Need your bite, your knot.” I groan, her words making me tense in my lower abdomen, knowing that the moment I claim her, I won’t be able to continue and will lose myself.
As if she’s listening to my thoughts, hearing my hesitation, she groans again. “Bite! Now!”
I barely have a moment to think about where I’m going to bite her before I sink my teeth into the top of her right shoulder. She cries out, pain and ecstasy swirling in her wordless plea.
After a moment, before I have the chance to come and knot her, she slips off of my cock and rolls to her back. I pull one of her legs around my waist and thrust back into her.
I guess she’d be more comfortable facing me while knotted.
She grabs my hand, weaving our fingers together, and pulls our clasped hands to her mouth. She kisses the back of my hand with little, sweet kisses before unlacing our fingers. She smiles at me sweetly before digging her teeth into the webbing between my thumb and index finger.
Pain is the first sensation, then blinding pleasure. I pump my hips rapidly and spill into her, my knot swelling and locking us together. It happens so fast it leaves me light-headed, and I’m panting as I look down at my Omega, who is still licking and kissing the wound she left me.
It’s then that I feel contentment, happiness, and adoration in my chest like a door was just opened. I know they come from Crystal.
From my beautiful, smart, brave Omega.
I lay down and press a kiss to her forehead, and she throws her hands around my neck, pulling me tightly against her chest. “I love you so much, Crystal. So fucking much.”
“Emmanuel,” she coos. She’s practically the only person who uses my full name, and I love how it sounds on her lips. “My sweet Alpha. The calm to my storm.”
Chuckling, I flip us so she’s lying atop me. “This whole pack is a storm,” I muse. “All of us in our own ways.”
“Yeah,” she muses, “but you’re what will hold us all together. I can feel it in here.” When she pats her chest exactly where I feel her, where my pack bond lives, I believe her. “I need your gentleness. Maverick needs your guidance. Gage has needed you his whole life. Puck...”
I snort. “Puck doesn’t need me, but I need him. Sometimes, my anxiety gets the best of me, and he’s the only one of us who can see through that kind of thing.”
“Exactly. We don’t work without each other.” She wiggles down on my knot, and I groan. When I feel amusement bubble up in my chest, I know she did it purposefully. “I love you, Emmanuel. All of you. And I can say that because I’ve seen your brain.”
That gets a full belly laugh out of me. It’s easy to forget that she’s handled all my MRIs and test results since before we met. “It’s a sexy brain, right?”
“The sexiest one I’ve ever seen.”