27. Nora
27
Nora
When someone tells you not to be scared, is it normal for those words to do the exact opposite? Because as Joey leaves the room, my body begins to shake with nerves, and my vision starts to tunnel.
What does he mean by don't be scared? What is he going to do to me?
Levi is beside me, holding my hands. "Nora, doll, remember how we talked about how Joey helps me out of my head sometimes?" I nod shakily, the nerves not stopping me from blushing at the memory of that night. I don't think I'll ever forget everyone's various states of undress. "That's what we're going to do for you, okay?"
"You'll be there with me?" Since my heat spike, I feel closer to Levi than before, and I trust him. I was so appreciative that he helped me through that without having sex with me. I felt cared for and respected, and I know that he would never put me in a situation I can't handle.
"If you want me by your side, I will be. All of us will be here, okay?"
That makes me feel better, and before I can dwell on it more, Joey is back with a large black duffle bag. He pulls the lounge chair from my bedroom into the nest and sits down. "Come here, Omega," he says quietly. I scamper over to him, and we're nearly eye to eye when he's sitting down. He points to the beige carpeted floor in front of him. "Kneel for me, little bird."
I wrinkle my nose, looking at Levi for confirmation. "Listen to him, doll," Levi says. He's standing beside the chair, hand on the back, looking at me. "I'll be here. When you need me to step in or show you what something is going to be like, you just say the word, okay?"
Slowly, I sink to my knees and look up at Joey, who leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees. "Okay, little bird. I'm going to explain a few ground rules and set some expectations, alright?" I nod my agreement. "Out loud. That's rule number one. When I ask you a question, you answer out loud.
"Yes, Just Joey."
He smiles widely. "That leads me to rule number two. Here, and only here, you can call me sir." I can feel the smile lighting up my face, and he laughs. "Don't look so excited, birdie. Outside of a scene, I am not your sir, understood?"
"Yes, sir," I respond quickly.
"Good girl," he murmurs, rubbing his hand down the length of my hair. "We follow the stoplight system in this pack. Green means everything is good, yellow means I need a break, and red means stop what you're doing right now," he explains. "Repeat that back to me."
"Green means that everything is good. Yellow means I need to take a break. Red means stop what you're doing right now," I repeat. I like being given explicit rules. When I know the rules, I know how to behave and what is expected of me, which calms the part of me that always feels like a top about to fall over.
"Good girl," he praises again, and my Omega preens inside me. "I'll check in on you and ask you your color throughout, and you will answer me honestly. You will not power through something that makes you uncomfortable just because you think any of us want it that way, do you understand?"
"I understand."
"Finally, when I make a command, you will listen. If one of your Alphas gives you a command, you will listen. We are here to take care of you, to quiet that part of you that makes you want to pull out your hair." He grabs my chin, forcing my face up towards him. "If you need pain, you will ask us for it. We control your pain. We control your pleasure. You do not make any choices here except the one to willingly submit."
It sounds so nice. To be able to not think, not worry, and just let them decide everything for me. It's the perfect evolution of being the Perfect Omega. The Perfect Omega does everything her Alphas request of her, but every piece of it is steeped in fear, guilt, and stress. This, instead, feels like rules that could provide safety, comfort, and joy.
"Do you need Levi beside you yet?" he asks quietly.
"No, sir," I respond, resting my hands on my thighs.
"Then, Omega, I think we're ready to begin." Joey rises to his feet and crosses the room to stand next to Chase. "Crawl to me, Omega."
My stomach bottoms out. I feel heat curling inside me. But there is a bit of shame, of embarrassment, with it. Everyone is watching me. What will they think of me when they see me like this? Levi bends down beside me and whispers in my ear, "Don't think. Listen to that Omega voice. Does she want to crawl?" I whimper and nod. "Then why not step back and let her drive for once?"
It's harder to let that part of me have control than Levi seems to think it will be, but I can pull the Perfect Omega back a little and just let the Omega that longs to stretch her legs within me make some decisions for now. Slowly, I crawl across the room, stopping between Joey and Chase's feet. Joey squats and grabs my chin. "Good girl. Now, you do yoga, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"Child's pose, then," he says, releasing my chin and taking a step back. I relax into child's pose, slowing my breathing. My arms stretch out in front of me, my rear drops onto my heels as I keep my knees bent. This is a common relaxation position used at the end of a hard session of yoga. I definitely wasn't expecting to do yoga today, but I'm not complaining. It's such a grounding posing that I find my muscles relaxing, my breathing slowing and becoming more even. I let myself luxuriate in the pose, awaiting my next command.
"Do you know how to present, Omega?" Chase asks, voice breathy. I barely have time to process the fact that he's asking questions before a whine escapes me unbidden.
"Yes, Alpha," I say quietly. Presentation is something I've been taught, and I've had it drilled into me so much that I have always hated it. But right now, my body wants to do this. I can just tell that it will bring me joy if I listen to Chase.
"Then present for your Alphas, birdie," Joey says, his voice almost a growl.
I raise my behind into the air, keeping my arms stretched in front of me and my cheek planted on the ground. A chorus of growls rewards my effort.
Hands trace up the back of my bare thighs, teasing the flesh right underneath the sleep shorts I'm wearing. Another loud growl escapes whichever Alpha has his hands on me. "Honey," Blaine says, answering my question, "you are irresistible."
"Thank you, Alpha," I respond. I thought I would feel uncomfortable being exposed like this to everyone, but I don't. Instead, a soft static fills my brain.
I'm not sure how long I stay in presentation, but eventually, Joey's voice breaks through the static. "Omega, are you ready for another task?"
"Yes, sir," I say, my breathy voice foreign to my ears.
"Strip."
My head jerks up, and I meet Joey's eyes. He's got his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow raised, expecting a challenge.
He won't find one with me.
My body seems to be driving, not my mind, because I rise to my feet, pull off the pajamas I still have on, and stand in front of him in just my panties.
"All of it."
I slide my panties down my legs and fold them neatly with the pajamas. Standing there, naked, in front of my entire pack, I thought I'd be mortified, but instead, I just feel serene. Admired. Adored. That part of me that fights against everything, that tells me all the things that will go wrong, is quiet.
Chase is still standing beside Joey, and his eyes are drilling a hole into me. He's consuming me, drinking every piece of me in. But he doesn't move to touch me, he doesn't speak.
"Levi," Joey commands. Levi runs over quickly and stands beside me.
"Yes, sir?" Levi answers.
"Strip."
Levi does as he's told, with no hesitation, and then we're standing there, side by side, completely naked. I don't look at him, though. I'm still watching Chase and that curious look he has on his face.
"Omega," Joey says, pulling my attention to him. "How are you feeling? What's your color?"
"Green, sir," I say quickly. "I feel calm."
He chuckles. "That's what I wanted to hear. Are you willing to trust me and take this a little further? Normally, I would explain the plan in detail, or we would have had a full scene negotiation, but with all of your Alphas here, do you feel comfortable continuing without a full plan?"
"Yes, sir," I answer with no hesitation. "I trust you."
He walks back to the chair and unzips his duffle bag, pulling out a long length of rope. "Crawl to me, Omega," he says again, and I immediately drop to my knees and crawl to where he stands beside the chair. I can feel the eyes of my Alphas on me, heating my bare flesh and making slick pool between my thighs. By the time I stop in front of Joey, I'm quivering with anticipation of what is to come.
"In the chair," he commands.
When I crawl into it, he uses the rope to tie my chest to the back of the chair, my wrists to the chair's arms, and my ankles to the legs in a pretty pattern. The rope is soft, and his hands handle it so gracefully that it feels like art. He slips two fingers under the rope to test its tightness. "Is this comfortable?" he asks quietly.
"It is, sir."
"Good girl." He rises back to full height and steps back. "Levi, come. Crawl to me." Levi drops down and travels the same path I did, his head tilted down to the floor. Any concern I had about how everyone viewed me goes out the window as I watch my sweet Alpha cross the room. It's a beautiful sight, him giving up control and trusting in Joey to keep him safe. I'm riveted, unable to look away. When Levi stops in front of me, Joey grips his hair tightly, tilting his head back and forcing eye contact. "Are you pleased to have Nora as your Omega, pup?"
"Very pleased, sir," Levi says, breathless.
"Then why don't you show her how much you appreciate her." Joey shoves Levi towards me, and his face buries in between my legs immediately. Joey kneels behind Levi and ties his arms behind his back. "Make sure she knows just how happy you are to have her here."
Levi's tongue licks my most intimate area, an overwhelming feeling that travels from my scalp to my toes. I have a vague awareness he did this for me during my heat spike, but it didn't feel like this. This time, I'm aware, my mind emptied of everything except this moment. I feel the eyes of my Alphas on me as Levi's mouth suctions around a very sensitive spot of nerves.
"Do you like when he sucks your clit, Omega?" Nolan says in my ear. I didn't even notice him moving beside me I was so lost in the moment.
"I…" I can't get a word out, the sensations from Levi's tongue leaving my own tied. I whine, throwing my head back, my hips thrusting forward. Nolan's hand snakes between my legs and pushes on the back of Levi's head, grinding his face into me.
"Your Omega wants more pressure, Levi," Nolan says.
Blaine grabs my chin, forcing his mouth onto mine, our tongues tangling together. My chest is heaving from the sensation, and Nolan and Blaine each grab a nipple and twist, the spark of pain making me yelp but sending heat between my legs.
I feel myself climb a cliff, my body preparing to throw itself off the edge, when Joey's voice breaks through my haze. "Stop, pup."
Immediately, Levi pulls away from me, his face glistening and panting. His hard length juts up between his legs, and I can't stop staring at it. Even though Blaine was naked during poker, I didn't get a great look, but now I have a front-row seat to what an Alpha has between his legs. It glistens on the tip, moisture dripping down the length, and suddenly I want it so much that I have to do my best to swallow a whine.
"Admiring Levi's cock, honey?" Blaine whispers in my ear.
"His… I…" I stumble over my words, and Blaine laughs.
"You can say cock. Or dick." I shake my head quickly because no, I cannot, in fact, say those words. "Oh, is it that the Perfect Omega does not swear?" I still can't stop staring between Levi's legs, the appendage making my clit throb.
Joey walks over, yanking Levi to his feet. He walks him forward and positions him beside me so I am at eye level with his length. I can't help but turn my head towards it, my mouth watering, the Omega in my head screaming at me to take it in my mouth.
Well, they keep telling me I need to listen to that voice.
I lean forward, opening my mouth, when Blaine's hands twist in my hair and yank my head back.
"You can have it, you know," Joey says, a sneaky smile in his eyes that is reflected in his voice. "But you're going to have to beg for it."
"Please, can I have it?" I say quietly.
"What's it?" Joey responds with a quirk of his head. Levi groans, hips thrusting towards me, and I try to meet him, but Blaine's grip on my hair tightens and holds me in place.
"Levi. Please, sir, can I have Levi?"
Joey laughs and pulls Levi away. He squats and looks me dead in the eye. "Little bird, you can't play with a cock if you can't say it. So I'm going to tell you one more time. Beg for it."
Taking a deep breath and pushing the Perfect Omega into a box in the back of my mind, I whine, "Please, sir, can I have Levi's cock?"
"Good girl," Joey says before shoving Levi back in front of me.
Levi leans down, hands still restrained behind his back, and gives me a kiss before whispering in my ear, "Thank you, Omega. I'm proud of you." Then he stands up and gently traces the tip of his cock across my lips.
Saltiness explodes across my lips, and they part automatically, welcoming in the silky smooth length of Levi as he slides across my tongue. He groans, hips thrusting forward slowly. The absolutely primal feeling that overtakes me has me trying to wrench my thighs together, but the restraints make that impossible. Moving slowly, Levi drags himself over my tongue and into my throat, and my eyes roll into the back of my head. A whine somehow manages to escape even with my mouth full, and Levi growls, pistoning his hips forward.
Warm fingertips grip my thighs. "My, my, my," Blaine says. "Look who is soaked with slick." He drags a finger up my slit, circling over my clit. "Do you like having a cock in your mouth, Omega?"
I can't answer him because of the aforementioned cock, but that doesn't seem to discourage Blaine. One finger slips inside me, curling up and hitting an intense pleasure spot. "So tight," he purrs, leaning forward and lightly nipping my thigh. "I wonder whose knot you're going to take first, little Omega."
While thinking about sex and my heat has never been something on the forefront of my mind, more and more lately, it's becoming something that is dominating my thoughts.
I'm going to have to choose, right? I mean, it's not like I could take more than one at a time.
Levi pulls back, leaving my mouth free to finally answer Blaine. "I can't choose," I whimper.
"We won't make you choose," Nolan whispers in my ear. "That would be unfair of us to do to you."
Levi pushes back between my lips, but he's only there for just a few moments before he's pulled away suddenly. "That's enough, pup. Kneel." Joey's voice is clipped and aggressive, and Levi drops to his knees so quickly that I hear the thudding of their contact with the floor. Nolan takes his place immediately, leering down at me.
"Sweetie," he mutters, stroking down my chin with his thumb. "Can you take me, too?"
His words are laced with honey, the sweetness of it having me roll my eyes back as my head falls against the chair. Blaine's fingers are pushing in me at a punishing pace, the intrusion of them so right but so wrong at the same time.
"I think so, Alpha."