56. Nora
56
Nora
"No! No food, only knots," I growl, knocking the protein bar out of Blaine's hands. "Do you hate me? Is that why you're trying to make me eat instead of fucking me? What did I do wrong?"
Blaine groans, peeling my fingers off from his hard cock. "I appreciate your dedication to the cause here, but you have to eat, or you won't have the energy to fuck. Four bites, and I'll give you four thrusts. How does that sound?"
I scramble to yank the protein bar from his hands, quickly shoving half of it in my mouth and chewing roughly as I put myself in presentation. Blaine groans, and I feel his fingers trace up my slit. It drags a whine out of me as I push my ass back towards him. "Please, Alpha," I groan.
From the first time I met him, Blaine has made me whine with desire. There is something about this Alpha that looks dangerous but feels like safety. He's always been so attractive, so sensual, that I have been unable to hide his effect on me.
Which means right now, I feel like I'm going to die if he doesn't sink inside me.
"I ate the whole thing!" I look over my shoulder at my hacker Alpha and pin him with a glare. "You promised, Alpha!"
He chuckles and grabs the base of his cock, dragging the head across my clit. The sensation lights me up, and I mewl and wiggle, seeking more than what is currently on offer. "Calm down, Omega," Nolan says from his spot by my head. He's lazily stroking his thick cock as he watches our tryst unfold.
I snarl at Nolan. "Mind your own cock, Alpha. I'm getting the one I deserve."
Blaine cackles from behind me and slams into me in one brutal thrust, shoving my face further into the sheets that line my nest. My toes curl, and my hips threaten to fall before he squeezes them between his hands as he pounds into me.
"Nolan," he grits out from between his teeth. "Please make sure our naughty Omega isn't lying about eating the whole bar."
The Alpha pulls the wrapper out of my clenched fist and shows it to Blaine with a definitive nod. "She's telling the truth."
"Good girl. Nolan, play with her tits a little, yeah?" Blaine's voice is tight as he rolls his hips and drags his cock through me, hitting that spot deep inside that makes me keen. Nolan doesn't hesitate to grip my nipples and pull, the bite of pain enhancing the toe-curling pleasure his packmate is putting me through.
I couldn't even begin to tell you where the other men are. If I'm tracking things correctly, I've been in heat for three days. With pockets of lucidity, I've managed to shower twice, but for the most part, I am smothered in their scent and fluid and loving it like a pig in mud.
Oh, that is not a sexy visual. I need to make sure I don't say that out loud.
Blaine reaches around and circles his first two fingers over my clit, dragging the slick mess between my legs upwards to help with the friction. Pleasure curls deep within my lower belly, and my legs get shaky as my pleasure spirals to new heights. Nolan pulls and twists my nipples at the same time Blaine pinches my clit, and I detonate, my fingernails nearly ripping the sheets with how tightly I grip them as I fall apart.
My Alpha follows me over the edge, filling me with his release as his knot inflates. Almost immediately, he pulls us over on our sides so we can cuddle together until his knot goes down. Nolan slides over and plasters himself to my chest, peppering kisses across my face. His pine and citrus scent works well with the molasses and spice that swirls around Blaine, enveloping me in warmth reminiscent of the holidays.
I drift in and out of consciousness, clutched in the safety of my Alpha's arms, trading kisses and gentle touches for hours. I was never told much about what heat was supposed to be like, only that I would be physically needy. I assumed it would be painful and miserable because I was told that was the only time I could whine. Never in my wildest dreams would I have imagined it being so fun and pleasurable. My men have made me feel so special, so loved, and so cherished that I cannot imagine what a heat would've been like with anyone else.
When Blaine's knot deflates, and he slides out, Nolan fills me before I even have a chance to beg.
I spread six plates out on the island before putting half of an English muffin on each one. The ham pops in the pan as it fries, and I snatch it up with tongs before it gets burnt. Making eggs Benedict in bulk is harder than I remember, but I still manage to get all of the poached eggs from the pot without popping the yolks.
With a drizzle of hollandaise sauce, a bundle of bacon-wrapped asparagus, and a berry and yogurt parfait in a ramekin, my post-heat breakfast is complete.
When I woke up and realized the haze of heat was gone, I slipped out of the nest quietly, careful not to disturb my men as they snored. I used Nolan's shower but grabbed some of Levi's clothes, since we're the closest in size, before sneaking down here to make a healthy and replenishing breakfast for my pack.
My last heat, before we even finished our breakfast, we found out that the men were going to be arrested. This time, we get to luxuriate in the afterglow, allowing ourselves to come down from the insanity that was the past five days.
I click on the television for some ambient noise, but I don't even manage to change the channel before I drop the coffee carafe.
The hot liquid splashes everywhere, the glass splintering across the room as it crashes on the tile flooring, but I don't notice. My eyes are locked on the image on the screen in front of me.
Heavy footfalls let me know my men heard the commotion and are on their way down. Chase swears, gathering my hands in his. He says something about treating burns, and Levi hisses, looking at the small cuts the glass caused when it hit my flesh.
But I don't pay attention to any of that.
I just point at the screen, where a video of Dr. Greene being led out of his home in handcuffs is being played while Rebecca's voice overlays the clip.
"In the early hours of this morning, Dr. Albert Greene was placed under arrest on the doorstep of his home in Lunarcrest City. It's been a difficult week for Dr. Greene, first his loss of the theft case against Pack Sloane, and then the Design Clinic swiftly fired him for abuse of the resources. In their statement, they distanced themselves from the controversy, stating that while they understand many people may be hesitant to Design after this, Design is not inherently bad and has been used in many ways to eradicate many hereditary diseases.
"Losing his livelihood was not the end of it. Charges were brought against Dr. Greene for child abuse, trafficking, medical malpractice, and false imprisonment. I have not heard word on if Nora Sloane will be expected or asked to testify, or if her sworn testimony from the Pack Sloane trial will be enough.
"Regardless of how this turns out, it is a win for Omegas everywhere. I'm glad the government realized their mistake during the Pack Sloane trial. My only question is – will they issue an apology to the pack they traumatized?
"For LunarNews1, I'm Rebecca Kahn. Thank you all for your support these past few days. And remember: Talk is cheap unless it's cable."
When the news bulletin fades and gives way to a commercial with a singing cat, my body comes back online, and I wince at the sting of the burns and tiny cuts across my flesh. My pack is staring at me with trepidation like they're unsure how I'm going to react. I look at my feet, searching for a safe place to step, but Joey picks me up under the arms and heaves me over the island before setting me down on a stool.
"You okay, birdie?" he asks softly.
It's then that I realize I'm crying.
Tears are flowing rapidly down my face, but they're not from pain or fear or confusion.
These are tears of relief. Of happiness.
"I guess I always worried that he would come for me," I say quietly, looking at my reddened hands. "I just assumed he'd do something reckless, something insane, and that I would always need to be looking over my shoulder in case he found me."
When I look up, my pack stands in front of me. All of them sleep ruffled and run down from my heat but with eyes full of love and devotion. I am eternally grateful I decided to walk into Roberto's that day because it led me to all of them.
Joey, my Beta, my husband, the first man who ever talked to me as a person, not the Perfect Omega. His sparkling eyes, burly body, and warm smile represent pure comfort and love.
Nolan, my lead Alpha, the one who caught me when I fell. He's the glue that holds this pack together day in and day out. He's shown me that there is fun to be had in any situation if you just look for it.
Levi, the cozy, sweet Alpha who has always tried to protect me and take care of me. He was the one who realized I needed someone with my life experiences so I could grow. He always makes sure I take a moment to rest and recharge.
Blaine, the bad boy who looks like a heartbreaker but smells like home. The man who shatters all of my barriers, who encourages me to take risks, and who is unabashedly affectionate. He is so sensitive and kind that he beats himself up if he thinks he's even minorly inconvenienced me.
And then there is Chase, my surly, grumpy, distrustful Alpha. The reluctant love, the one who believed he had no need for an Omega, and certainly not me. But when he allowed himself to fall, he fell harder and faster than any of the others. He rescued me, literally risking it all to keep me safe.
This pack, these men, do not fit into any mold. They do not follow the formula for the perfect pack even a little bit.
No, Pack Sloane is not the perfect pack.
But they are for me.